Chapter 309: Dragon Ball Super: The Bloody Strangulation of Saiyan Fury
In the fantastic and dreamlike Dragon Ball universe, the stars are like bright gems sprinkled by the God of the Universe, shining brightly and weaving a breathtaking and vast picture. Each planet is like a mysterious cradle that breeds life and civilization, and opportunities and challenges are like symbiotic twin flowers, interweaving a magnificent legendary chapter in this boundless universe, attracting countless lives to yearn for it.
However, at this moment, the earth seemed to have fallen into an endless hell, and turned into a cruel and horrific Shura field. The sky seemed to be shrouded by a dark curse, and the thick black clouds were like surging black waves, surging wildly in the sky. In the meantime, the dark purple lightning was like a ferocious dragon with bared fangs and claws, tearing the sky wantonly, as if to drag the whole world into an endless dark abyss. Every lightning that broke through the sky was accompanied by a deafening thunder, and the roar was like the death knell of doomsday, making the earth tremble violently like a candle in the wind.
The bloody setting sun was like an ancient beast struggling to death, casting its last ray of violent and strange gaze on the devastated land. It emitted a shrill bloody light, as if to dye everything in the world with its chilling color. The towering mountains collapsed like fragile building blocks in this catastrophe, and huge rocks fell like a meteor shower, hitting the ground with a dull and desperate sound. The raised dust and the diffuse blood mist intertwined, rendering the whole world into a doomsday picture filled with despair and terror.
On the battlefield, the golden flames emanating from Vegeta's body swayed violently in the wind, and the flying silver hair in Super Saiyan 3 full-power form was soaked in blood, just like silver watered by blood. The proud Saiyan prince knelt on one knee, and under his torn combat suit, the hideous wounds spread like red spider webs, and blood gushed out, gathering into a small pool of blood at his feet.
Broly's mountain-like figure towered over the crowd, his three-meter-tall body exuding a suffocating sense of oppression, like a dark giant peak that could collapse at any time. A grin filled with endless contempt appeared on his lips, and that laugh was like a devil's curse, reverberating in the wind: "The so-called royal bloodline is nothing more than a parasite attached to power!"
Vegeta raised his head suddenly, his scarlet eyes burning with unyielding flames, like two flames of war that would never be extinguished: "Shut up! You monster, I, Vegeta, never have the word 'surrender' in my dictionary!" However, deep in his heart, he was deeply shocked by Broly's unfathomable power. He had clearly reached the peak of Super Saiyan 3, so why did he seem so vulnerable under the pressure of the opponent's Super Saiyan 1 furious form? Could it be that he really had to use that forbidden technique?
Suddenly, the golden flames around Vegeta began to shrink crazily, and the Super Saiyan 3 form faded away like a tide, and turned back into Super Saiyan 1. Piccolo's eyes widened with disbelief, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "What is Vegeta doing? Isn't this courting death?" Goku in the distance also frowned tightly, muttering to himself: "What on earth is this guy planning?"
Vegeta took a deep breath, and his aura suddenly surged. In the golden flame, mysterious red lines meandered like a living creature, and an ancient and violent power began to boil. "King of the Rings!" With a thunderous roar, his body was instantly wrapped in a strong red light. The golden flame and the red energy collided violently, erupting with a terrifying wave that was enough to tear the space apart. The air made a sharp hissing sound under this force, as if wailing for the upcoming tragic battle.
Vegeta was like a mad beast, beating his chest madly, roaring deafeningly, and rushing towards Broly. His attack was haphazard, but full of destructive power, his fists poured down like a rainstorm, and each punch brought out a golden and red light. Broly was caught off guard by this sudden and violent attack, and his huge body stumbled back, leaving deep footprints on the ground with every step.
Taking advantage of the opponent's brief moment of distraction, Vegeta pounced forward like a hungry tiger, his arms tightly wrapped around Broly's huge body, and his legs tightly locked around him, like a giant python made of steel. Vegeta's eyes were wide open, his veins bulged, and he poured all his strength into his legs. He suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the sky with Broly. The wind whistled in their ears, as if it was going to tear their bodies apart, but Vegeta's eyes were as firm as iron, staring at the land ravaged by war below, as if his eyes were going to deeply imprint this devastated land in his heart.
At a height of 1,000 meters, Vegeta held Broly tightly, making it impossible for him to struggle. Broly was huge, and under Vegeta's control, his head was pointing straight down. They fell towards the ground at an alarming speed like two falling meteors. As they got closer and closer to the ground, the sound of the wind became sharper, as if it was the scream of the god of death.
When there was only one meter left to the ground, Vegeta saw the opportunity and kicked Broly's body with his legs, jumping away in an instant like a golden lightning. Broly, like a cannonball out of control, plunged headfirst into the ground. "Boom!" A loud noise shook the earth, as if the whole earth was shaking. Broly's body smashed a huge pit five meters deep in the ground, and dust rose into the sky like a mushroom cloud, filling the sky over the entire battlefield. The ground around the huge pit cracked like a spider web, and cracks spread out in all directions, as if the skin of the earth was cruelly torn apart.
Broly's head was deeply embedded in the ground, blood gushed out from his head, mouth and nose, staining the surrounding land red. His limbs twitched weakly, and he groaned in pain. At this moment, he was no longer the arrogant fighting monster, and under this fatal blow, he also tasted the pain.
Vegeta landed steadily on the edge of the huge pit, squatted slightly, and his muscles bulged high, like a powerful sculpture of the god of war. The golden flames and red energy surged wildly in his body, like a volcano about to erupt. His eyes revealed a trace of determination, and he rushed towards Broly without hesitation, ready to give him a more fatal blow.
The battlefield at this moment has already turned into a Shura purgatory. The blood-red glow of the setting sun is like a terrifying filter, reflecting the figures of the two Saiyans even more hideous. They fought madly in the blood mist and dust. Every collision was accompanied by the crisp sound of broken bones and splashing blood; every attack burst out with enough power to destroy the city. This is no longer a simple battle, but a battle of dignity between two proud warriors! They used blood and strength to write the heroic epic of the Saiyans, and played the passionate melody of fate on this bloody battlefield.