American comic book: God among men, Saiyan-Kryptonian hybrid

Chapter 93: Qi Blade Unleashed, Slaughtering Naba!

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, a towering cloud of dust carved out a ravine stretching for tens of kilometers.

Naba's body created long sparks as it rubbed against the ground, shattering countless rocks along the way, until it crashed into a massive mountain peak. Its enormous body was forcibly embedded into the rock before it slowly came to a stop.

"boom!"

In the midst of a landslide where rocks collapsed, a pair of hands with torn fingernails suddenly emerged from the ruins.

At this moment, the noble Saiyan warrior was in a sorry state.

He looked no different from any other refugee fleeing from war, struggling to hold onto a rock, panting heavily.

"Hahaha!"

Having finally managed to stop the force, Naba staggered and swayed, barely able to stand still.

He had exhausted all his strength in that last thrust, and all the muscles in his body were swollen.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. It was just a light flick."

Drooling, panting heavily, his pupils trembled with bloodshot whites, and he clutched his bruised forehead, staring wide-eyed in disbelief.

incredible!

Unbelievable!
Kakarot, who was hailed as a low-ranking warrior, actually beat him up like a dog.

"Damn it! Bastard!!!"

"Kakarot!!!"

Naba's angry shouts erupted from the shame into a powerful roar that could be heard from two miles away.

However, the angry shout abruptly stopped the moment Carrot El reappeared in front of him in a flash.

“Tap tap.”

Naba trembled and took two steps back. Beneath his feet, a torrent of mud and rocks, accompanied by rolling boulders, crashed heavily to the ground from the mountaintop.

Just like his once lofty dignity, it collapsed in the fear of facing death.

"Screaming?"

"Why don't you continue?"

Carrot El's icy gaze struck Naba's heart like a bolt of lightning, causing him to retreat in shock. Endless fear bloomed in his ever-shrinking pupils.

"Monster monster!"

Who are you, buddy?

"Aren't you Kakarot??"

Naba simply couldn't believe that the guy in front of him, whom he couldn't possibly defeat, was actually Kakarot, that brat who was judged to be the lowest-ranking warrior, a piece of trash whose combat power was only two points at birth.

Carrot El raised his hand towards him, spread his five fingers, and asked calmly:

"If so, what do you want?"

If so

Naba stared at the yellow energy emanating from Carrot El's palm. With nowhere left to retreat, a cunning glint flashed in his eyes, as if he were about to launch a sneak attack.

Suddenly, it opened its mouth and spewed out a terrifying beam of light.

"what!"

Seeing this, Carrot El narrowed his eyes and spat out a disgusted breath:

"call."

With a single breath, the energy that had been expelled from Naba's mouth was immediately forced back into his oral cavity.

"Well!"

Upon seeing this, Naba's eyes widened in shock.

How could that be? Could Goku use the same technique?

Seeing the energy beam blown back into Naba's mouth, Carrot El immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose. With a loud bang, the energy blast that Naba had forced back into his mouth exploded.

With a loud "boom!", smoke began to billow from his seven orifices, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

He opened his eyes, barely clinging to life, and as he opened his mouth, he exhaled a plume of black smoke and shattered teeth.

He muttered something with difficulty, heading towards the town, his hands pawing the ground as if he were crawling towards it.
"Vegeta, save me! Vegeta!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Vegeta's figure descended from the sky, but he simply stood aside with his arms crossed, looking Carrot Al up and down with interest, showing no intention of making a move.

Carrot El glanced at him, then lifted Nappa up right in front of him and coldly questioned:
"Is this the pride you're so proud of?"

"Bullying the weak and fearing the strong."

Vegeta arrogantly raised his thumb, pointing it at himself: "Say what you will, Kakarot."

"Next, I will show you the gap that you can never cross, the true power of our Saiyan race, the fighting nation."

Nappa cried out for help to Vegeta, reaching out his hand to him with all his might:

"Help me, Vegeta, help me!!"

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere appeared again. Carrot immediately raised his hand and chopped off his outstretched arm!
"Clap!"

In an instant, the thick arm slowly fell to the ground, and scarlet blood gushed out, splattering all over the earth.

"Ah!! Ahhh! Ahhhhh!!"

For a moment, Naba's painful screams echoed across the land he despised. His piercing wails were far more painful than those of the farmers who had just been chased by the cultivators.

Seeing this, Vegeta scoffed inwardly with apprehension: "Tch, even more brutal than I thought!"

"So, that's all I can do?"

"Kakarot, you'll regret giving up the true power of the Saiyans."

Carrot El coldly stared at Nappa, an energy sword identical to Zamasu's condensing from the tip of his palm, which he raised high after severing Nappa's arm:

"Did you just hurt my parents with this hand?"

Carrot El stared at the severed arm that had been swept away by the mudslide not far away, glared at it with all his might, and with a loud bang, turned the severed arm into ashes.

"I will never let you die so easily."

With a single slash of his sword, Carrot El cleaved off his ears, arms, and feet as flesh flew past.

The sharp blades of air scraped against his flesh again and again, finally slicing open his back.

This bloody scene simply cannot be associated with the word Superman!
At this moment, Carrot was like a butcher who had worked in a bloody slaughterhouse for many years, skillfully cutting off limbs from the chopping board.

Even Vegeta had to admit that he was somewhat terrified.

And Carrot El also showed no mercy in revealing his previously unknown brutal side.

Just like he told Jonathan, that's enough!

A superhero once said the same thing.

Do you know how weak you are in my eyes?

"Do you know what kind of starry sky I want to take you to see?"

Do you know how much I want to be friends with you all?

"But why do you all insist on going against me?"

With each part of Naba he chopped off, Carrot El, as if venting his anger, muttered to himself:
“One or two of them all claim to be my compatriots.”

"But every move they make is deadly, and their eyes are full of contempt."

"How dare you lay a hand on the person who raised me!!"

Carrot El grabbed Naba's spine and snapped it out with a crack.