Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out!

Chapter 111 Comprehending the Power of Destruction

Solo stood on the gray-white ground of the planet Champa, his gaze fixed on the pale blue face of Bardos.

However, upon closer examination, Solo realized that what Bardos said seemed to make sense.

As Shenron once said, Champa and Beerus were originally just two stray kittens on the planet Arlandis, unable to even take care of themselves, huddled in the ruins shivering.

He was later found by Whis and Vados, who took good care of and nurtured him, which allowed him to gradually grow into the God of Destruction he is today.

Bardos could treat Champa like a pet cat, but Solo felt he absolutely couldn't have such thoughts.

Otherwise, Champa would definitely have thrown a Wrecking Ball at him, easily wiping him out of the world.

"Shall we start cooking now?" Solo rubbed his hands together, changing the subject.

As he spoke, he glanced around and pointed to an open space in front of him.

The terrain there was flat, the ground was smooth, and there were no obstructions.

"Can I turn that empty space into a kitchen?" Solo asked directly.

"Okay," Bardos readily agreed.

Solo didn't hesitate. He pulled a capsule from his pocket, pressed his thumb on the button on top, and casually tossed it into the open space.

"Bang!"

White smoke burst open, and after the smoke dissipated, a mobile kitchen appeared on the gray-white ground.

With a stainless steel metal casing and a streamlined design, the countertop is neatly arranged with pots, pans, bowls, and various kitchen utensils.

It is fully equipped with a stove, oven, refrigerator, and range hood.

This kitchen is equipped with a wide variety of utensils, enough for Solo to do whatever he wants.

"Now that I'm in a new environment, I'll familiarize myself with it first." Solo rolled up his sleeves and stepped into the kitchen.

He opened the refrigerator and looked at the empty shelves, then opened the storage cabinet to check it again, and then took out the ingredients he had prepared in advance from the multi-purpose capsule.

Meat, vegetables, and seasonings were arranged one by one on the worktable.

Then he got busy.

The sounds of cleavers clattering against cutting boards, the whooshing of firelighting stoves, and the sizzling of oil in fryers echoed across the vast Realm of Destruction, shattering the millennia-long silence of this planet.

Bardos looked on with anticipation, tapping her scepter lightly on the ground.

She raised her scepter, and the crystal ball at the top of the scepter flashed.

A long white table appeared out of thin air in the open space in front of the dining table.

The tabletop is smooth as a mirror, and the legs are carved with exquisite patterns. The chairs are arranged in a row.

Then, Bardos patiently waited for Solo to serve the food.

She sat in a chair, her hands clasped on the table, her gaze fixed on the kitchen, a faint smile playing on her lips.

A dozen minutes later, Solo brought out the first dish.

This dish is still one of the dishes listed in the menu.

Braised carp!

The fish is fried until golden and crispy, then drizzled with a bright red sweet and sour sauce and sprinkled with shredded green and red peppers and scallions, giving it an enticing sheen on the plate.

Bardos's beautiful eyes lit up, and she immediately picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of fish, dipped it in the broth at the bottom of the plate, and savored it.

"Oh my, enjoying delicious food at home!" Bardos smacked her lips, her eyebrows dancing again. "It really has a unique flavor."

"You eat first, I'll make the second dish." Solo smiled, turned around and went back to the kitchen to get busy again.

Before long, Solo brought out all the dishes he had prepared.

Dishes were laid out on the long table, steaming hot and fragrant.

Although Bardos had already eaten dinner on Earth, angels do not feel hungry.

Enjoying food is for enjoyment, not just to fill your stomach.

Her chopsticks moved nimbly through the dishes, and she tasted each dish several times, her eyes always shining.

Bardos enjoyed another sumptuous meal, and only when all the plates were empty did she put down her chopsticks and lean back in her chair, completely satisfied.

after eating.

Bardos stretched her body, gave a long yawn, and reached her pale blue fingers toward the sky.

"Thank you for your generous hospitality, Mr. Solo!" Bardos bowed politely to Solo, giving a slight nod.

"You're welcome!" Solo smiled.

"Did Mr. Solo mention on the way here that he wanted to train with me?" Bardos suddenly asked, her gaze falling on Solo.

"Yes." Solo nodded, looking serious.

"Well then—let me see Mr. Solo's true strength first!" Bardos gently planted the scepter into the ground, where it stood firmly.

She stepped back a few paces and walked to an open space, her hands hanging naturally at her sides.

Solo followed her.

The two stood facing each other in an open space, about ten meters apart.

"Now, Mr. Solo, show me your true strength and try attacking me with all your might." Bardos beckoned to Solo and flicked her fingers twice.

Solo nodded solemnly, without trying to hide anything.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his body, adding [Combat Power x500] and [Talent x50] to his skill slots.

The icon is embedded, and the light shines.

Then, Solo took a deep breath.

"Boom!"

The next moment, Solo's energy erupted wildly.

Golden flames erupted from his body, growing brighter and fiercer.

The gray-white ground beneath our feet was cracked by the shockwave, and gravel flew in all directions.

The air trembled, and the planets resonated.

Bardos stood opposite him, her pale blue fingers resting lightly in front of her, her gaze calmly watching the surging aura emanating from Solo.

After sensing his energy level briefly, there was nothing surprising about it.

Because, in Bardos's view, the energy that Solo unleashed was not much different from what she knew.

"I'm going to begin, Bardos." Solo assumed an offensive stance, his legs shoulder-width apart, his right fist tucked into his waist, and his left arm held horizontally in front of him.

"Okay." Bardos nodded slightly. "Come on over."

"Without further hesitation, Solo slammed his toes on the gray-white ground, propelling his body forward and transforming into a golden streak of light, rushing toward the direction of Bados at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing Solo's sudden increase in speed, Bardos' pupils contracted slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed across her face.

Her brow twitched, her gaze following the approaching golden figure.

Why does it feel like his energy is hidden by at least five hundred times?

The problem is that this 500 times hidden energy has not been released in the body.

Bardos's fingers twitched slightly at her side, and her gaze became focused.

Seeing Solo's attacks, Bardos had no intention of confronting him directly. She simply used Ultra Instinct to easily dodge all the attacks.

Her body moved like a feather in the wind, shifting half a body length to the left, sliding a step to the right, and leaning back slightly so that the wind from the punch grazed the tip of her nose.

Every movement was perfectly timed, not a fraction more or less.

Solo fought for a long time, his fists and kicks drawing arcs in the air, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Bados's clothes.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh————"

Solo was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, his hands resting on his knees, feeling a bit tired.

"That's amazing! I felt like I was going really fast, but I couldn't hit you at all!" Solo exclaimed.

"Wow, Mr. Zoro is amazing too." Vados exclaimed, a smile of approval curving her lips. "I was wrong before. Your strength has far surpassed that of Mr. Goku and Mr. Vegeta."

"But I'm still far from enough!" Solo slowly shook his head, his voice somewhat low.

"Among the humans of Universe 7, Mr. Solo's strength is already in the top ten. Aren't you satisfied with that?" Bardos asked with a smile.

"I'm going to take first place!" Solo said seriously, his eyes filled with determination.

"That's ambitious!" Bardos nodded thoughtfully, her fingers lightly crossed in front of her.

She paused, then asked, "So, Mr. Solo, when fighting, he thinks first and then lets his body react, right?"

"I get it!" Solo's eyes lit up. "You mean, let the body react on its own, without needing to go through the brain, right?"

"Oh my, it seems Mr. Solo has a very strong ability to understand." Bardos smiled approvingly.

"This might be a little difficult," Solo said, stroking his chin in thought.

"It's alright, practice slowly, you should get used to it." Bardos smiled slightly and explained, "This skill is called Ultra Instinct. If Mr. Solo can perfectly master it and become the best in the universe, there will be absolutely no problem."

"Freedom of the Ultimate? What an interesting name!" Solo chuckled, then scratched his head. "I want to be self-centered—I don't want to be so free. Is there a skill for that?"

Bardos paused for a moment, her gaze lingering on Solo's face for two seconds.

Solo said that because he wanted to learn the God of Destruction techniques.

The ultimate skill is the ability of angels.

In Solo's view, mastering Ultra Instinct is extremely difficult, and only an innocent type like Goku can better master it.

Solo plans to train in the skills of the God of Destruction.

A Wrecking Ball was thrown, destroying everything completely, turning it into nothingness.

It looks so grand and classy.

"There really is!" Bardos pondered for a moment, then smiled. "I don't quite understand what Mr. Solo meant by 'self-mastery,' but I think there's a skill that would suit you quite well."

"What skill?" Solo asked expectantly, leaning forward slightly.

"Destruction!" Bardos smiled, gently twirling the scepter in her hand.

"That sounds really cool, I'll learn from that!" Solo nodded seriously.

"Well then—I'll demonstrate for you." Bardos said, slowly extending a finger, raising her index finger, and pointing the fingertip at a grayish-white stone the size of a millstone next to her.

"Snapped!"

A ball of purplish-red flame condensed at the tip of Bados's fingertips.

The light was not bright, only the size of a fingernail, but its color was as deep as congealed blood, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression.

The air around the flame was distorted, and the light was bent.

It was the destructive energy that Solo was familiar with.

"call out!"

Bardos pointed her crimson energy at the rock next to her from a distance.

The energy blast shot out from the fingertip silently, yet at an astonishing speed.

The flames fell on the stone, but there was no explosion, no fire, and no smoke.

"Snapped!"

Instantly, the stone vanished into nothingness, disappearing without a trace.

As if it had never existed, only a smooth dent remained on the ground, not even a single fragment was left.

Solo watched silently, clicking his tongue in amazement.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a destructive force.

Ordinary energy simply cannot compare to it.

Attacking this stone with ordinary energy can at most turn it into fragments, but it cannot completely destroy the stone.

It's important to know that destructive energy can directly destroy the opponent's soul.

The soul is destroyed, and neither the dragon nor even the angels can resurrect it.

As for why angels would destroy God's skills?

In Solo's view, this was the most normal phenomenon imaginable.

After all, all the gods of destruction are disciples of angels, and they were all taught by angels. It would be a problem if angels didn't know the skills of the gods of destruction.

Solo speculated that the angelic power released by the angels was likely a versatile ability that could be transformed into any magical power that could attack or heal.

Although Solo also wanted to learn the angels' ultimate freedom, he was very self-aware.

After all, being completely at ease isn't suitable for me.

Choosing a field that suits you better is the best shortcut to success.

"I'll try." Solo took a deep breath and, imitating Bardos, slowly extended a finger.

Time passed day by day.

Before we knew it, three months had passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Solo was sitting cross-legged in the square of the planet Champa, with his hands on his knees, index fingers raised, and eyes closed.

A gust of wind blew from afar, carrying up a few grains of grayish-white dust.

His brow furrowed slightly, and the purplish-red flame at his fingertips began to flicker, growing brighter from faint.

Bardos stood not far away, her scepter resting on the ground, her gaze fixed on Solo's fingertips.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a purplish-red flame condensed at Solo's fingertip.

The light danced at his fingertips, emitting a faint hissing sound, and the surrounding air began to distort.

Solo suddenly opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"call out!"

He pointed with his hand at a rock about the size of a basketball in front of him.

A crimson flame shot out from his fingertips, silently and with the speed of lightning.

The flames fell on the stone.

"Snapped!"

The stone instantly turned into nothingness, disappearing without a trace.

"Wow, amazing, Mr. Solo!" Bardos clapped his hands and cheered, tapping his scepter lightly on the ground. "Your comprehension is truly outstanding. In just three months, you've already grasped the basics of destructive skills."

"I don't think it's nearly enough!" Solo mused, looking down at his fingers. "It took three months to condense a sesame seed-sized amount of destructive energy."

"So, how much destructive energy does Mr. Solo want to gather to be satisfied?" Bardos asked with a smile.

"Could it be condensed to the size of a light-year?" Solo looked up at Bados.

Bardos put her hand to her forehead, her fingers pressing against her temples, speechless for a moment.

A destructive energy equivalent to a light-year!

How big would that be?

"Oh dear—Mr. Solo has lofty ambitions." Bardos didn't refute him, but just smiled calmly, "You can strive to achieve your goals."

"I'll do my best!" Solo nodded earnestly.

"But speaking of which, Mr. Solo's cooking skills have improved quite a bit," Bardos exclaimed deeply. "The dishes he's made lately are suddenly several times tastier than before."

"Thank you for the compliment." Solo chuckled.

The reason why Solo's food tastes better than before is because his culinary skills have improved during this period.

He went from being a master chef to a grandmaster chef.

It wasn't really an upgrade; Solo just unlocked new skills.

In the past three months, Solo's skills have been refreshed three times.

I got the [Flash Master] skill in the first month.

In the second month, I obtained the [Flight Expert] rank.

In the third month, I finally got the [Master Chef] title.

But these weren't what excited Solo the most.

He has gained another skill slot.

Currently, Solo has three skill slots, which are filled with [Combat Power x500], [Talent x50], and [Master Chef] respectively.

They were talking.

"call out"

A streak of purplish-red light flashed across the horizon, moving as fast as a shooting star traveling in reverse, hurtling rapidly from the depths of the starry sky and plummeting toward the earth.

Solo's pupils contracted slightly as his gaze locked onto the approaching light.

He recognized the other person's identity.

Xiangpa is back.