Chapter 1

Dao Wuji was a complex man. He was both a leader of integrity and respect, and a scheming, resolute ambitionist. He was a man who lingered between good and evil. His achievements were undeniable, and the tragedies he caused were irreparable.

His life was a mixture of merits and demerits, praise and censure. His path to redemption was never-ending.

In his universe, he had already completed his contradictory life. As he himself said, "I will not ask anyone for forgiveness, nor will I expect a good ending for myself."

But here, he was still alive.

In this different dimension, Dao Wuji was no longer bound by his mission or shackled by fate. He needed no disguise, nor did he need to be lost.

Defeating Orochi and restoring order to time and space was now his only goal... Perhaps, it was also the end of his path to redemption.

He could finally raise his blade and fight his opponent as a pure "daoist."

"Oh? Looks like a pretty tough guy has come this time..." Sabo's eyes flickered as he sized up the newcomer.

Dao Wuji wore a black and red [Blood Sea Battle Robe], with a [Blade Dragon Battle Armor] over it, and held the [Wild Leopard Thunder Blade]. His face was heroic, his black hair hung long, and a pair of crimson eyes revealed the might of the "Rebellious Dragon."

"Let me see..." Sabo muttered, his focus shifting to the scanner, "Combat power... 9025... Hmph... indeed stronger than those five guys just now." He sneered, "Too bad... still no match for me."

Frieza's men all had one problem... they were superstitious about the data given by the combat power scanners. This probably had something to do with their own actual situation, because they themselves were very powerful alien life forms, so their combat power basically maintained a constant value. If they wanted to greatly increase their combat power, they could only achieve it through methods such as "transformation."

They didn't know that in a place called Earth, a freak exiled from Planet Namek had created many high-level applications of "qi," such as "sensing ability," "remote qi detection ability," and "hiding aura ability," etc.

Those warriors who had learned these high-level applications from him could usually restrain their qi to a low value, and only increase their qi during battle. This avoided unnecessary waste and conserved their energy. And among them... the most talented warrior had applied this method to... only increase his combat power at the moment of moving or making a move, while maintaining a low combat power level at all other times.

As for the many powerhouses in this script...

Due to the different origins of their time and space, their physical strength, the energy they used, and the ways they used it were obviously different from those in the Dragon Ball universe. Most of the people present were not "constant combat power types." Therefore, it was obviously wrong for Sabo to measure their limits based on the combat power they possessed in their normal state...

"Before I've even drawn my blade, you think you'll win?" Dao Wuji asked, his eyes cold and full of killing intent as he faced the other's taunt.

"Ridiculous..." Sabo laughed, "My combat power is more than twice yours, do you know what that means? Do you know how insurmountable a gap just a thousand points of combat power is?"

He wasn't wrong about that. The direct meaning of combat power was undeniable. Not to mention a difference of a thousand, even a difference of a few hundred was exaggerated. Taking the first chapter of *Dragon Ball Z* as an example, Raditz at that time had a combat power of just over a thousand, while Goku and Piccolo each had more than four hundred after taking off their clothes (they were weighted training clothes, please don't think wrong). The two of them added up, at most, had about nine hundred... But, to be honest, if Raditz had taken the fight seriously from the beginning and struck with deadly force, then the two of them would have had no chance.

So, the matter of combat power... can't be calculated as simple addition and subtraction. Can fifty farmers with a combat power of only five kill Master Roshi, who has a combat power of more than two hundred? This is obviously impossible...

Therefore, Sabo's confidence was also based on reason. Even if five Dao Wujis came at him at once, he was confident that he could win, provided that he went all out and took the fight seriously from the beginning...

"I don't know what you're talking about." Dao Wuji remained proud as ever in the face of Sabo's question. "I only know... that I've already seen your foundations and moves. If I didn't have the confidence to kill you, I wouldn't have come up here."

"Hmph..." Sabo shook his head, as if he had lost his patience, "Sure enough... it's a waste of words to explain to you guys who are completely backward in technology and strength..." As he said that, he raised one hand, "Just die for me!"

Boom—

Having said that, a ki blast burst out from his palm, instantly hitting Dao Wuji.

"I said..." In the next second, Dao Wuji's voice rang out once again from the light and shadows, "I've already seen your foundations and moves."

"Nani?" Sabo was shocked to hear that he hadn't expected the other party to survive after being hit head-on by this move.

No sooner said than done...

Before the light and shadow dissipated, the Dragon Blade was already out.

"Thunder Rain Pierces the Sky!"

The blade passed, the wind surged, and the force was a thousand pounds.

The fierce blade energy broke through the air and attacked Sabo's location. The latter hadn't recovered from his surprise and couldn't dodge in time, so he instinctively raised his arm to block.

Bang—

Energy collided, and there was a muffled sound.

Although he couldn't dodge, Sabo didn't suffer much damage from taking this move head-on thanks to the dual protection of his own battle aura and combat suit. The difference in combat power between the two could be seen.

"How did this guy... defend against..." At this time, Sabo was still struggling with how the other party had survived the attack of the ki blast. His mind wasn't very focused. Out of combat habit, he immediately flew into the sky.

Dao Wuji took advantage of the situation to pursue, stepped into the air, and launched another attack.

"Heaven Severing Divine Limit!"

Before Sabo could stabilize himself, he saw a crimson blade energy coming at him. He immediately exploded his qi and accelerated, rising a few more feet into the sky to dodge the blade's edge.

Dao Wuji was undoubtedly at a disadvantage in terms of speed. Sabo was much faster than him, even faster than the moves he released. So... in the next moment...

"Impact Wave!" After dodging the attack, Sabo immediately counterattacked, putting his hands together and firing a beam of light.

"Ha!" Dao Wuji spun and landed, his left hand conjuring a green jade evil blade. He danced with both blades, condensing his move and releasing it, "Imperial Limit Divine Burst!"

The [Wild Leopard Thunder Blade] and the [Shadow God Blade], one fierce and domineering, the other evil and terrifying, were both peerless treasured blades. Dao Wuji used these two blades to condense a vortex-shaped blade energy, which transformed into an aura shield to hard-resist Sabo's attack.

Boom—

It was another earth-shattering collision. Light and dust bloomed on the arena, and the earth trembled.

"Dao Wuji's skill is vigorous, and he is both offensive and defensive. Moreover... his Dragon Blade Eye (equivalent to the bloodline limit of a Dragon Blade bloodline possessor, which can make his own strength surpass the limit after it is opened) is open, and his strength is extraordinary. With his foundation and moves, he may indeed be able to withstand Sabo's external qi..." Cang, who was under the stage, once again served as a commentator.

"No... he's doomed to lose." At this moment, Feng Bujue said a pessimistic and rather shocking statement, "And... he's doomed to die."

As soon as this remark came out, the strategists around him turned their heads and looked at Brother Jue with puzzled expressions.

"Brother Feng..." Cang asked doubtfully, "...What makes you say that?"

"String Leader..." Feng Bujue's attitude when talking to Cang was still polite, "In Feng's humble opinion... Dao Wuji is indeed a very strong daoist, but compared to Luo Hou, Gui Rulai, Ye Shi Bingquan and others... he is still a bit lacking." He changed the subject, "Of course... this comparison is only relative, and it is not the reason for my prediction of his defeat." As Brother Jue said that, he pointed to the arena, "The reason why I think Dao Wuji will definitely lose is... I can see that Sabo in his current state still has some strength left."

"What?"

"What?"

"Impossible..."

Everyone who heard this sentence showed a look of astonishment.

And Feng Bujue's words were not finished: "And the reason why I think Dao Wuji will definitely die is... I feel that with his current combat power, he has a good chance of forcing out Sabo's remaining strength..."

Buzz buzz buzz—

As soon as Brother Jue's voice fell, there was another burst of energy rhythm on the martial arts stage.

In an instant, crimson energy suddenly appeared in the dust and noise. Dao Wuji raised the tip of his blade, and his ultimate move was about to be released.

"Imperial Hegemony of a Thousand Autumns!"

This domineering move that soared into the sky was the embodiment of a daoist's soul. The wild blade energy tore through the air and rushed towards Sabo in the sky, who was blocked by the smoke and dust and couldn't dodge in time.

Di di di—

The combat power value displayed on the combat power scanner had already reached more than 18,000.

In a moment of bewilderment, Sabo curled up to block.

But... this time, it was impossible for him to remain unharmed.

"Ugh..." The blade energy penetrated his body, and the pain was bone-piercing. Sabo was directly hit by "Imperial Hegemony of a Thousand Autumns," and the qi and blood in his chest churned. He couldn't help but groan and descend from mid-air... kneeling on one knee.

"How is it?" The smoke and dust dissipated, and Dao Wuji was still proud as ever. "Do you still think you can win?"

"Damn..." Although Sabo was injured, the injury wasn't too serious. He took a few breaths and stood up again. "I underestimated you..." He paused and said, "Your name is Dao Wuji, right? Hmph... I'm very interested in how you managed to withstand my previous attacks with your combat power?"

Dao Wuji didn't mean to hide anything and said bluntly, "Foundation, moves, armor."

He only answered six words...

Foundation was his profound, restrained, domineering, and vigorous skill.

Moves were the "Imperial Limit Heavenly Severing Style," which could be used for both offense and defense and could transform blade energy into a shield.

As for the armor... naturally, it referred to the [Dragon Blade Battle Robe]. This object was crafted by the skillful hands of the two brothers, "Nonsense Eight Blades" and "Fire Hat Three Zhangs," and was sewn together with nine hundred and ninety-nine evil scales from the corpse of [Evil Heaven Imperial Martial] (a demon god from beyond the heavens who could only be subdued by the combined forces of the Imperial Heaven Five Dragons). The appearance was mainly green scales, supplemented by golden dragon scales, and the green cloak was inlaid with handmade sequins, with delicate and gorgeous carvings.

The Dragon Blade Battle Robe had absolute protective ability. Even if the battle robe didn't cover the head, the actual range of defense was from head to toe, and no knives, swords, or weapons could cause damage. And when facing energy impact, the battle robe also had excellent mitigation performance.

"Tch... saying it is the same as not saying it..." Perhaps some people under the stage could understand Dao Wuji's response, but Sabo couldn't understand it. "Hehe... but it doesn't matter. In any case, I have to praise you..." He said with a smile on his face, "Although your speed is very bad, even those guys with a combat power of around 3,000 are faster than you, but... your offensive and defensive capabilities are really strong. In my current state... if I want to kill you, I'm afraid I'll have to pay some price..."

His expression and words made Dao Wuji feel a trace of unease.

And those strategists who had heard Feng Bujue's remarks were no longer "uneasy," but directly "lamenting." Because... having heard this, they all understood... that Feng Bujue was right - Sabo still had strength left.

"Considering that I may have to fight other people later, it doesn't seem wise to waste too much energy on you." Sabo's words continued, "Hehehe... let me show you, who is shallow!"

At this point, he stood with his legs apart, spread his arms, and stood in a "big" character.

A second later, Sabo's body swelled, and his whole person expanded by a circle.

His torso became fat and thick, his limbs were all twice as thick, and his face... turned into a toad-like appearance, ugly and unsightly.

Sabo's transformation was not accompanied by dazzling light and shadow, nor did he need to chant awkward spells... his transformation could be said to be very "simple."

But this seemingly simple change could increase his combat power... to 30,000.

"Hmm?" Dao Wuji's expression changed, and he tightened his grip on the two blades in his hands.

"Hehehe... do you feel it?" Sabo grinned, "Even without a combat power scanner, you should feel it, right? Unlike the Saiyans' meaningless giant transformation (here he is referring to the Great Ape transformation, not the Super Saiyan transformation), my Sabo's transformation... can bring me overwhelming power." As he moved his neck and wrists, he said, "Now... are you still confident that you can kill me?"

Dao Wuji... was silent.

"Heh... you must be very strange, right? Why I hid my true strength." Sabo continued to speak to himself, "Before I beat you to death, I'll tell you first..." As he said that, he pointed to his face... that ugly, trapezoidal toad face that was impossible to look at directly, "To exert my true strength, I have to turn into this look... This violates the aesthetics I follow, because I hate ugly things, so... I haven't transformed for many years."

As he spoke, Sabo had already stepped forward, quietly approaching his opponent: "That's why... you who forced me to use this move... don't even think about leaving my sight alive!"

He roared the second half of the sentence. Along with the roar, his huge figure suddenly rushed forward.

Dao Wuji took half a step back, gathering momentum and standing firm, and met the other party's assault with his two blades.

Ping ping—

Two metallic sounds, two cold rays.

In an instant, Sabo, whose qi covered his whole body, used his bare hands to break Dao Wuji's dual blades.

Then, he used his signature move in the transformed state... a charging knee strike.

Sabo's thick, muscular leg, like a tree trunk, hit Dao Wuji's chest and abdomen heavily, like a wooden stake hitting a city gate.

At the moment when the knee strike hit, Dao Wuji's breathing suddenly stopped...

"Cough—"

A large mouthful of dirty blood accompanied by broken bones and internal organs spurted out of Dao Wuji's mouth and splashed on Sabo's hideous ugly face.

"Hahahaha... Hahahahaha!" Sabo laughed loudly. After transforming, his cruel and tyrannical personality became even more obvious.

Before Dao Wuji could fall down, Sabo slapped him to the ground and then kicked Dao Wuji straight up with a high kick.

"Die!" Sabo roared and grabbed Dao Wuji, who had been kicked into mid-air, and grabbed the latter's head with both hands, "Die! Die! Die! Die..."

Every time he said "die," Sabo hit Dao Wuji's head with his own head once.

Poof—poof—poof—

Soon, the last trace of expression was lost in Dao Wuji's eyes...

"The martial arts demonstration is over. Dao Wuji, the challenge has failed." When the announcer statue spoke, Dao Wuji was already dead...

Hearing this, Sabo sneered, grabbed Dao Wuji's hair, and threw him out like garbage. The strength of his casual throw had already thrown Dao Wuji out of the range of the arena.

"Look... I told you I was right." Feng Bujue, who knew the *Dragon Ball* plot like the back of his hand, had already expected such an ending, "He's dead, right."

In such a solemn and oppressive atmosphere, he said such words in this tone, which made many people around him cast disgusted glances at him.

But... Brother Jue didn't care. Because, the next thing he was going to do was...

"There's no need to say anything... In this kind of situation, I should go out myself."