Otherworld Arc - Meeting A Godly Being

Tensions were rising as the alien, a strange mixture of rhino and tiger, rhiner for short, began looking down on Yangcong. A great hero on his world, he had saved it from a great villain once. After some back and forth between the two, Vale expected Yangcong to make quick work of that Rhiner man, but it was with shock that the green alien landed the first blow, striking the Tuffle in the stomach before lifting him up in the air and smashing him down to the ground.

Surprised, Vale wasn’t sure on what to say exactly. “Oh my, what a cheap blow by Rhiner! He surprised Yangcong, but how will the Tuffle retaliate to this humiliation?”

The crowd began booing Vale’s commentary, which he promptly ignored. Reaching out telepathically to Yangcong, Vale said. ‘I hope you’re just faking it because he may be the first, but he certainly won’t be the last. You better turn that situation around.’

After making some distance from Yangcong, Rhiner stretched his arms, palms facing each other. Charging up his ki, he formed a spinning saw blade type of energy attack, glowing green from his ki color matching with his skin. He brought it over his head before swinging it wildly at Yangcong, ready to tear into him at the moment of contact.

“PERISH, YE EVILDOER”, Rhiner said

“How will Yangcong survive this? Is there any hope left for the Tuffle warlord and most seasoned criminal? Find out soon!”

Vale was surprised to see the Tuffle’s arms morphing into tentacles, but it was his ability to adapt to new changes that struck the Shinjin as fascinating. Unless he had rehearsed this trick several times, he appeared to have a good knowledge on how to handle his newfound appendages and utilizing them to his advantage. After that dropkick, the fight was pretty much settled.

“What an awesome tactic from our champion Yangcong! Don’t give up, Yangcong!”

Following this was a little showcase of martial abilities, something quite unexpected coming from a Tuffle. The weaving, the punches, the beam too, every move succeeded each other at a rapid pace and with excellent fluidity. It didn’t take much more for the hero to fall, leaving Yangcong victorious.

“ AND WE HAVE A WINNER!!! THE ONE, THE ONLY, THE ALMIGHTY YANGCONG! CAN SOMEONE, ANYONE, EVER HOPE TO SURPASS HIM? DO WE HAVE ANOTHER CHALLENGER WILLING TO TEST THEIR METTLE?”

“Shut up, purple skin.”

“Hmm?”

This time, not one, but two opponents jumped on the ring. They were two identical fighters, both from the race of Beppa. Tall, green-skinned aliens sporting long black hair that cascaded down to their lower back. Twins, Vale assumed.

“That guy was the weakest among us. But we’ll teach that old man a lesson.”

“Wait, two fighters at once? Is this even legal? Oh wait, I’m the referee! Alright, I’ll allow it. Good luck against these two, Yangcong!”

It appeared as though Yangcong was just getting warmed up! Though the two new contestants were much stronger than the previous one, the Tuffle made quick work of them, separating them and using the confusion to his advantage, knocking them one after another.

There was some concern growing among the contestants, namely about who would be next. After seeing that display, the valiant fighters of Heaven were much less optimistic about a possible match against the almighty Yangcong. Vale took the time to do some animation, but at this point, who was really listening to him?

“Everyone, what you just witnessed was pure, unadulterated domination. The twins from Beppa stood no chance against the mighty Yangcong. Remember his name well, for he is the man about to change everything. He is the supreme lea-”

“What is the meaning of this?”

Vale was cut in his powerful monologue by a voice coming from behind. Looking above his shoulder, he noticed a Shinjin, a powerful-looking one. Tall, pink skin with a square jaw and wearing a more traditional uniform. That man was no ordinary Shinjin. No, he was the designated trainer and teacher of one of the strongest schools of heavenly martial arts. The qualifiers held on this day were a way to scout for prospects to take in and now, both Vale and Yangcong had disturbed the event.

“Aaah, if it isn’t…what’s your name, actually? Have you come to watch my pupil fight?” Vale said. Yangcong wasn’t a pupil of his, but after being caught red-handed, he figured he should try making something up to be let off the hook.

“All I see are a nameless buffoon of a Shinjin and an unwanted guest from Hell. Begone, now.”

There was authority in the Shinjin’s voice. His attitude commanded respect, too. Thankfully, he had only recognized Yangcong, proving to Vale that Gandigan hadn’t gone so far as to spread his name around willy-nilly. A good thing. Feeling a little cheeky, Vale said.

“The unwanted guest you speak of is making a mockery of all the fighters here. Perhaps you should consider taking him under your wing and have a strong representative, for once.”

The taller Shinjin inspected Yangcong, his upper lip curling in an expression of disgust before saying:

“We’ll see about that.”

In an instant, the Shinjin teleported in the arena, having changed his outfit for a fighting gi with the logo of his school. Vale hated to admit it, but that guy was jacked. Still, he held true to his character of the moment.

“Well well well! If it isn’t time for the main event already! The fighting prodigy Yangcong will have the unique chance to square up against one of the most elite teachers of all of Heaven! W..What’s his name again?” He waited for someone to come tell him in his ear. “Right! The grand teacher Jordom!”

Jordom observed with great fascination as Yangcong removed the weights one by one, the sheer weight of his clothes breaking the ground of the ring apart. He even thought to himself that if it weren’t for the evilness in his heart, Yangcong would have made a great pupil, full of potential.

Meanwhile, Vale was equally impressed and he couldn’t wait for the Tuffle to lay a beatdown.

Despite all of this, Jordom wasn’t quite impressed just yet. That being said, he would truly have to showcase a good portion of his power. Channeling his ki, golden markings appeared on the Shinjin’s body as a crest showed behind his back, floating in the air. The crest represented a symbol of peace and strength, one that had become synonymous with Jordom’s school of heavenly martial arts.

As Yangcong dashed forth to land a heavy punch, Jordom took a deep breath. Showing no fear, he walked forward, as if to meet Yangcong’s strike head on and with subtle, fluid movements he weaved past the punch, his hand grabbing the Tuffle’s throat and attempting to slam it into the ground. Should it work, the Shinjin would charge his fist with ki, striking down with precision at Yangcong’s face. This simple punch had the power to reduce the entire arena into rubble and if he somehow missed, then it would certainly happen.

Vale looked with genuine confusion as the body of the Tuffle began morphing into a different kind of wildlife. Was he lying about his being unable to use magic? Transmutation was a complicated school of magic to learn, to hold several instances of it at the same time and on different body parts was truly a remarkable feat. Was his science enabling such prowess? Truly, the Shinjin knew very little about that man.

Jordom frowned as Yangcong’s neck grew larger in size, forcing him to strike as soon as possible, only for his fist to be caught by the gorilla arms. Surprised, he let out a “What?” before being hurled away across the ring, managing to flip his body mid-air and land on his feet, planting them into the ground to stop his course.

As he looked back at the metamorphosed Tuffle, he was being caught off-guard, the joined massive arms already towering above him and slamming him into the ground, creating a huge crater due to the shock. Stuck under the weight of the Tuffle, the Shinjin coughed, thoroughly humiliated. However, this would be far from enough to take him down. Summoning spears of light above Yangcong, he would rain them down at the chimera of a man, attempting to pierce his flesh. Following this, he would break free, showing his face bleeding.

“To think…TO THINK a mere mortal could do this to me…Prepare yourself.”

He started compressing ki into the palm of his hand, concentrating it so much that the ki formed a sphere and it was getting smaller and smaller, almost disappearing totally. As it was about to vanish, Jordom used kai kai to teleport next to Yangcong, placing his palm on his chest as he unloaded to entirety of the charged ki.

“SINGULARITY STRIKE”

The discharge would be enormous, engulfing the entirety of the arena in a blinding light. Its power was immense, similar to that of Lottus at his strongest— a power to contend with the Super Saiyans and other abnormalities of the universe.

Surprised, Vale suddenly was not feeling so great about this idea of fighting. Telepathically, he reached out to Yangcong. ‘Are you okay??’

As the dust settled, there was no more arena— only dust and desolate land.

The elder Shinjin resumed his stance, a bit ashamed at this intense but necessary display of violence. He couldn’t stand to lose face against a notorious criminal, not when his pupils were watching. He took some time to look around at the damage he caused, feeling the hassle that would come not only from rebuilding this place but also when he would need to explain why all of this happened in the first place. A fair bit of pride and the necessity to stop this deceased mortal got in the way of his judgment, proving that Shinjins were far from perfect beings.

That instant of consideration would prove fatal, however, as the Tuffle began transforming out of nowhere, turning into a giant ape monstrosity. Its white fur contrasting with the original black Saiyan fur he knew. He was slightly too late to react and when the giant ape sent a mouth beam, the Shinjin could only brace for impact, completely engulfed by the attack.

Smoked dissipated eventually, showing the Shinjin worse for wear, their clothes almost completely ripped apart, their body bleeding profusely. Yet, they were still standing. Now, he understood the gravity of the situation and would have to act in accordance.

He brought forth his ascended form, a halo of pure energy manifesting as a crest behind his back. Golden energy healed the injuries away, but the lack of energy was manifest. Despite not looking injured, he was running on fumes.

“YANGCONG. THIS ENDS NOW. PREPARE TO FACE JUDGEMENT ONCE MORE.”

The Shinjin lifted his arm to the sky, a beam descending from the high heavens and straight onto him. Grasping the energy, he began powering what would be his ultimate attack.

Still far away, Vale observed the fight with a mix of entertainment and being scared at the same time. They had caused a lot of ruckus and going by his standing, that Shinjin wasn’t the run-of-the-mill. They were of importance and Yangcong and Vale’s presence here would be noted…unless they got rid of the problem first. He reached out telepathically to Yangcong.

‘Yangcong, this is likely his ultimate technique. He’s badly injured. You have to finish him on your next strike, only you can pull this off! I’ll take care of some things and once you’re done, I’ll get us away before reinforcements arrive.’

In the meantime, Vale would dispose of the martial artists who happened to be witnesses in this situation.