Chapter 294: Power Meets the Storm: The Ultimate Showdown in the Universe: Victory of Bonds
In the dreamlike, magnificent and boundless Dragon Ball universe, the vast galaxy is like a dazzling gem inlaid in the sky of the universe, each of which exudes a mysterious and charming light, like a mysterious rune flowing in the deep eyes of the universe, illuminating the vast space and time. The gorgeous nebula is like a colorful painting created by the cosmic painter with dreamy colors. It is breathtakingly beautiful, and every color seems to be telling the ancient legend of the birth of the universe. Each planet is like a mysterious ark carrying endless hope and challenges, performing a unique legendary chapter on the grand stage of this vast universe. However, at this moment, the battlefield of the Power Conference is like a sudden Shura purgatory in the peaceful universe.
The setting sun was like blood, as if it was going to dye everything in the world into a sea of blood, covering this fierce battle that concerned the survival of the universe with a thick and ominous blood-colored shroud. On the battlefield, the wind howled, making a shrill sound like the howling of ghosts and wolves, like the furious roar of an ancient demon breaking free from its seal, and like the wailing of countless heroic spirits who died in the battle, a sad song for this tragic battle.
Lin Feng, one of the "Four Super Gods" in a furious state, combined with the terrifying power of the King-fist, is like a demon from ancient mythology, exuding a chilling breath that seems to freeze all life in the universe. His battle with Jiren has already reached a white-hot peak. The previous fierce attack, like a storm, has left Jiren seriously injured. Blood keeps overflowing from the corners of his mouth, slowly sliding down his resolute chin, staining his originally neat clothes red, which is particularly dazzling under the setting sun. But even so, Jiren, with his tenacious will, is like a wounded but unyielding beast, holding his ground, with an inextinguishable fighting spirit burning in his eyes, as if announcing to Lin Feng that he will never fall easily.
Every time Lin Feng and Jiren collided, a deafening roar erupted, and that sound seemed to be able to shatter the barriers of the universe and distort the entire space. The powerful air waves swept around like a raging tsunami. Wherever they went, the ground was hit by a heavy hammer, and huge cracks appeared in an instant. The earth seemed to be groaning in pain; the space was like broken glass, with layers of strange ripples. In the audience, the audience from each universe cheered for their own players at the top of their lungs. The partners of the seventh universe shouted in unison: "Lin Feng! Come on! Sun Wukong! Come on! Number 17! Must win!" The sound resounded through the sky, as if to break through the oppressive sky, full of desire for victory and firm belief. The people of the 11th Universe were not to be outdone and shouted loudly: "Jiren! Cheer up! Jiren! We believe in you!" The shouts of both sides intertwined, forming an invisible force, making the battle atmosphere more tense and fierce. The air seemed to be filled with crackling sparks, which could cause a huge explosion that would destroy everything at any time.
Under Lin Feng's violent attack, Jiren was on the verge of collapse. Just as Lin Feng was about to deliver a fatal blow to Jiren, Beerus, who had been watching the battle nervously, stared with his eyes wide open, like two golden gems about to pop out of his eye sockets, with veins bulging on his forehead, like angry earthworms wriggling under his skin. He couldn't help but shout at the top of his lungs: "Lin Feng! Hurry up, don't miss the opportunity! Beat Jiren out of the ring now, hurry up! This is a critical moment for our seventh universe, we must not fail!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Feng immediately clenched his teeth, and all the muscles in his body instantly tensed up. Every muscle seemed to be made of steel, ready to burst out with all his strength. There was a burning flame in his eyes, which was the desire and persistence for victory. However, just as he was about to exert his strength, a piercing pain like thousands of steel needles piercing his bone marrow at the same time suddenly erupted from deep inside his body like a turbulent undercurrent. This was the terrifying backlash brought about by maintaining the Kaio-ken for a long time, as if an invisible and ferocious giant hand instantly drained all his strength.
A trace of fear and unwillingness flashed in Lin Feng's eyes, his legs softened, and he collapsed to the ground uncontrollably. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, wetting the dust on the ground. His lips were bitten and bleeding, but he still couldn't dispel the severe pain in his body.
The God of Destruction of the 11th Universe was so happy when he saw this that he roared at Jiren at the top of his lungs like a hungry wolf seeing its wounded prey: "Jiren! Hurry up and seize this opportunity to kill that kid! That guy is a beast, we must not let him go! Let him know that the majesty of our 11th Universe is inviolable!"
Upon hearing this, Jillian endured the pain all over his body, which was like countless poisonous snakes gnawing at his body. He slowly raised his head, a bloodthirsty light burning in his eyes, like an evil fire from the abyss of hell. He struggled to get up and walked towards Lin Feng step by step. Every step left a blood mark on the ground, as if writing his unwillingness and anger. The blood mark was like the imprint of his unyielding will, deeply engraved on the battlefield.
At this critical moment, No. 17 rushed towards Lin Feng like a black lightning. His eyes were firm, like the brightest star in the night sky. He carried Lin Feng on his shoulders without hesitation and came to the edge of the ring in a few jumps. No. 17 quickly and slowly transferred part of his energy to Lin Feng. The energy was like a warm stream, slowly flowing into Lin Feng's body. At the same time, he whispered firmly: "Hold on, Lin Feng, let's fight together! We will definitely win this victory, for the Seventh Universe!"
With the continuous delivery of Qi from No. 17, Lin Feng's injuries gradually eased, the excruciating pain began to ease, and his physical strength slowly recovered. He clenched his fists, his fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes, and he felt the power transmitted by No. 17, and a warm current surged in his heart, which also strengthened his determination to win.
Afterwards, No. 17 turned around and faced the injured but still powerful Jiren alone. He knew Jiren's terrifying strength and did not dare to be careless. With the advantage of his permanent energy furnace with unlimited endurance, No. 17 wandered back and forth on the edge of the battlefield like a ghost, leaving a faint afterimage in the air, as if he had merged with this cruel battlefield. He kept condensing blue energy balls with his hands and shot them at Jiren as if they were free. Each energy ball contained powerful energy, drawing blue tracks in the air, as dazzling as a meteor. The track seemed to be a mysterious rune in the universe, shining with the light of destruction and hope. At the same time, he cleverly used the explosion of the energy ball to set off waves of air on the battlefield to interfere with Jiren's actions. The explosions that came one after another were like dense drumbeats, beating everyone's hearts. Each explosion was like a heavy hammer of fate, hitting people's hearts hard.
At this time, Sun Wukong, who was unconscious in the corner of the ring, slowly woke up. Feeling the fierce atmosphere of the battlefield and seeing the seriously injured Jiren and No. 17 fighting hard, his fighting spirit was instantly ignited. Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and endured the fatigue of his body. The fatigue was like a heavy mountain pressing on his body. The golden light flashed around him, like a rising sun, dispelling the darkness and bringing hope. He stood up with difficulty and successfully entered the Super One state. Although he could only maintain Super One at this moment, his eyes were extremely firm and resolute, as if announcing to the world his unyielding and determination to fight to the end. His eyes were like a burning torch, illuminating the entire battlefield.
Sun Wukong rushed into the battlefield like a golden meteor, fighting side by side with No. 17. Every time he punched, he brought a strong energy, and the fist wind whistled like a hurricane, which seemed to be able to tear the space apart. It cooperated with No. 17's energy wave, and for a while, he and Jiren were inseparable. Although Jiren was seriously injured, he relied on his tenacious will and profound skills to resolve the attacks of the two again and again, and waited for an opportunity to counterattack. Every time he fought back, it contained a powerful force, as if it could destroy everything that blocked him, forcing Sun Wukong and No. 17 to go all out to deal with it. Every move was full of tension and excitement, just like a dance of life and death.
After Lin Feng recovered some of his strength, he entered a normal angry state. He exuded a cold aura, as if it came from the coldest corner of the universe, able to freeze all life. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, always looking for Jiren's flaws. His eyes seemed to be able to see through Jiren's every intention, like a hunter in the dark, waiting for the best time to attack.
The three formed a tacit cooperation. No. 17 used the infinite energy provided by the permanent energy furnace to continuously launch energy waves at a distance, pouring down like a storm towards Jiren, interfering with and attacking Jiren. The energy waves were like blue sharp arrows, shooting at Jiren with destructive power. Each sharp arrow seemed to be the judgment of fate, to completely crush Jiren's hope; Sun Wukong, relying on the powerful strength of the Super One state, confronted Jiren head-on and attracted his attention. Sun Wukong pushed forward with both hands, and a thick Kamehameha rushed towards Jiren like a dragon out of the sea. The Kamehameha was like a golden torrent, containing the power to destroy the world. Wherever it went, the space seemed to be torn apart. Jiren was not to be outdone. He gathered all his strength and sent out a golden energy beam, competing with the Kamehameha in the air. For a moment, the light shone and the energy overflowed. The two were caught in a fierce wrestling. The light seemed to illuminate the entire universe, and the scene of overflowing energy was like a miniature of the Big Bang.
Lin Feng was looking for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow. Finally, Lin Feng found a perfect opportunity. When Jiren was resisting the fierce attack of Sun Wukong, in order to counter the Kamehameha, he had to concentrate most of his strength in front, which revealed a flaw. Lin Feng remembered the move commonly used by burly players such as the world champion "Roman Reigns" in WWE - the flying shoulder. This move requires the player to accumulate speed through a run-up, rely on his own powerful explosive power, use the shoulder as the attack point, and crash into the opponent at high speed, using the powerful impact force to knock the opponent down or repel. It is a finishing skill with great visual impact. At this moment, although Lin Feng's body has not fully recovered due to the backlash, he decided to use this move with the Saiyan's tenacious physique and firm belief.
Lin Feng was like a beast ready to go. He kicked the ground with his feet, splashing a cloud of dust, and rushed towards Jiren like an arrow. His posture was agile and swift. During the run-up, he continued to gather his own strength, and the air around him was whirring. When he approached Jiren, Lin Feng gathered all his strength in his shoulders, like a high-speed flying cannonball, using his shoulders as a sharp blade, and slammed into Jiren fiercely. This attack combined all the strength that Lin Feng could burst out at this moment, as well as his strong desire for victory.
Jiren felt a powerful force coming at him from both front and back. In front of him was Lin Feng's terrifying shoulder attack like a world champion, and behind him was Sun Wukong's earth-shattering Kamehameha. He wanted to dodge but it was too late. Under the combined attack of Lin Feng and Sun Wukong, Jiren's body flew out of the ring like a kite with its string cut.
With a loud bang, Jiren fell heavily out of the ring, raising a cloud of dust. The dust rose up like a mushroom cloud, blocking the light of the setting sun, and the entire battlefield fell into darkness in an instant. However, Lin Feng and Sun Wukong also flew out of the ring with Jiren because they used too much force.
The entire arena instantly fell into a dead silence, as if time had frozen at this moment. Then, the camp of Universe 7 erupted in deafening cheers. This fierce battle ended with the victory of Universe 7, and No. 17 became the last warrior of Universe 7 standing on the field. His figure appeared particularly tall in the reflection of the setting sun, like an unshakable monument, symbolizing courage, tenacity and unity.
The people of Universe 11 watched Jiren, Lin Feng and Son Goku fall out of the ring together, their faces full of despair and unwillingness. The King of All waved his hand expressionlessly, and Universe 11 was instantly enveloped by an invisible force. After a flash of light, Universe 11 disappeared without a trace in front of everyone's eyes, as if it had never existed in this universe, leaving only silence and emptiness, as if telling the cruelty and impermanence of the universe.
At the last moment of being erased, Jiren looked at Son Goku, Lin Feng and No. 17, and the resentment in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a trace of relief. He murmured to himself: "Is this... the power of bond? A power I have never felt before..." After that, his figure disappeared into the vast universe along with the 11th universe, leaving only those faint words, echoing in the air, as if telling a distant and tragic story, and this story will also become a legend that will be remembered forever in the Dragon Ball universe.