Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

Apart from Xi, who was already in the unified world, the unaware Inspectorate, and Bardock who took the wrong medicine.

There was also a familiar face, plus many Sarkaz who appeared to be inhabitants of the world depicted in the painting.

The acquaintance was W. For some reason, she was standing in front of the fortress gate, looking aggressive and seemingly wanting to enter, but the Sarkaz guarding the gate had already grabbed her and prevented her from entering.

However, their series of actions were interrupted by the sudden appearance of Tomat and his group.

"Let me go! Let me see Theresa! She can't stay in there any longer!!!"

Although W showed a surprised expression and was stunned for a moment, she immediately started struggling again.

As Xi said, some people who enter the world of the painting will become deeply immersed in it, experiencing a life that does not exist.

W was exactly like that, and her mind seemed to be shaken by this world; otherwise, given her usual nature, she would never have remained unresponsive to such a strange scene.

But Tomat has no time to deal with Badak's affairs right now.

Tomath, who had been teleported here while still lying on his back, stood up and touched his burning nose.

"Pooh!!"

After wiping away the blood from the crack in his mouth, he savored the pain he hadn't felt in so long, and then spat angrily at the ground.

The vomited blood boiled and exploded in mid-air, as conspicuous as a grenade detonating in front of the fortress.

Having experienced the opponent's oppressive aura in that blank world before, Xi and the others now felt another oppressive force that could rival it.

Thomas is now very confused.

He wanted to know what was going on and why Bardak was in the same place as him.

But he doesn't have time to think about that now.

Because Bardock was already preparing to continue his sprint from high altitude, and his target was himself.

"Take him away. The battle that follows will be on a completely different level. He's the real deal."

[Main Text] Uninvited Guest: Chapter Eighteen: When in doubt, the Sun Fist

"You're not dead?"

"Of course, but if you all get in the way, we're all doomed!"

Seeing that Tomat had taken the punch solidly and only had some bruises on his face, and was even able to clearly order the others to leave, Yu immediately understood what she could do now.

She swung her sword, and a thick swirling blue ink spread out, engulfing everyone present except for Tomat and Bardak.

Having spent the last two months trying to trap Bardock, Xi naturally understood the vast difference in strength between them.

At this moment, Tomat, who seemed to have taken the punch without any serious injury, was probably the only person present who could stabilize the situation.

Although Xi had already sensed a connection between the two based on Tomat's behavior and words, now was not the time to pursue those matters.

"If you can stop him, then fight with all your might! Don't hold back, I'll draw a new area before the scroll is destroyed!!!"

Although each of their attacks was enough to destroy the entire world depicted in the painting, as long as no one interfered, Xi could eventually keep up with the speed of destruction.

Moreover, no matter how many paintings are destroyed, it's far better than them fighting in the real world.

If the painting is gone, just paint it again.

If the world is gone, who will rebuild it?

Xi's last words before leading everyone away from this place truly gave Tomat the determination to go all out.

100 meters, 50 meters, 10 meters—Badak, enveloped in a powerful aura of deep blue, swooped down from above towards Tomat's position.

You must not blink, because even in that brief moment of losing sight, the other person could be right in front of you.

The taut right fist was covered with even more obvious and protruding energy.

This attack was definitely more powerful than the previous "gentle greeting".

"drink!!!!"

Just moments before he could feel the heat of the energy emanating from his skin, and every cell in his body screamed for him to dodge, Tomat roared and unleashed a ki blast at the ground. At the same time, he channeled his energy into the air, using the explosive force of the ki blast to propel himself upwards, narrowly avoiding Bardock's deadly punch.

This scene, seemingly a vision from W's memory, was almost simultaneously witnessed as the earth, along with all the buildings, was engulfed by the shockwave and then torn apart, revealing the appearance of the next world through the cracks between the worlds.

The battleground collapsed due to a missed attack and an air blast fired in an attempt to evade it.

They are now in a scorching desert where sandstorms are raging.

In an environment with almost zero visibility, countless grains of sand, affected by the natural disaster clouds and the effects of the Originium components, are transformed into sharp blades capable of crushing mountains in extremely high-speed gales.

The harsh weather that truly exists in the world of Terra is now reproduced, without exaggeration, in Xi's painting.

However, the two people fighting there did not mind the location.

Or perhaps their attention was so focused on each other that they "didn't notice" what was happening around them.

"Calm down! Bardock, I'm the real deal too!!!"

Tomat's shouts were loud enough to drown out the noise from the harsh weather around him.

The sandstorm, as a harsh environment in itself, abruptly split in two after a flash of light that pierced the sky and earth.

In the dark, yellowish world, a vertical, hollow area appeared.

A deep, bottomless rift valley has been carved out of the desert below.

That was the work of Tomat, who wielded a blade of air formed from his upper arm and slashed straight at Bardak.

Without a field of vision, he could sense the air, and the high-altitude position he had previously occupied to avoid Bardock became the best place for him to launch an attack.

but...

It cannot be cut down!

Because his wrist was restrained by another strong and powerful hand.

Bardock also managed to block Tomat's attack at extremely close range.

"Your constant chatter is so annoying!! You're just playing this trick on me, aren't you!!!"

He heard what Tomat said clearly, but judging from his tired and irritable state of mind, Tomat was, in his eyes, just an illusion that would disappear after being destroyed, like everything else in this world.

Bardak continued to hold onto Tomat's hand, preventing him from getting away, and then a right hook aimed at his abdomen came from Bardak. After another burst of air that disturbed the yellow sand, the punch did not hit Tomat's body. Instead, Tomat blocked it with his other hand in front of his abdomen and held it tightly.

Both sides controlled each other's movements—and then two visible auras collided and pressed against each other at this distance.

The sandstorm continued to rage, but this area seemed to exist independently of the rest of the world, with only two colors of energy suppressing each other.

Tomat stared intently into Badak's tired yet fiercely fighting eyes, not missing a single opportunity to seize.

However, as time went by, his own body revealed more flaws than his will to resist.

The arm that was gripping Bardock's fist had begun to tremble, and the other arm, which Bardock was controlling with his air blade, was also creaking under his tight grip.

Bardock is still very strong, at least much stronger than "himself now".

Continuing this stalemate will be very disadvantageous to us.

However, it was far inferior to the "strength of Bardock" that Tomat knew.

He himself had suffered a decline in physical function due to prolonged cryosleep, and Bardock in front of him did not look much better, not only covered in wounds but also unable to even see his tail.

Otherwise, given Bardock's original strength, if he had punched him in the face with murderous intent at the beginning, his head would have been shattered long ago.

"Tova...who is that?!"

Tomat glared, bared his teeth, and raised his voice in response, while drawing more power from his body to fight against Bardock.

This ferocious expression was the first time he had shown it in the two months since he arrived in Terra.

But Badak still seemed to have plenty of room to maneuver.

If this continues, he will either break free or break my arm.

A head-on confrontation is no longer an option.

But it was precisely at this critical juncture that a long-dormant idea resurfaced in Tomat's mind.

"Bardock... since you won't listen to me, then I'll just do what I always do: beat you until you're down!"

Before his power was completely exhausted, Tomat amplified his aura to the fullest extent, to the point that he detonated all the surrounding auras without seeking any stability.

This move, which consumes a large amount of energy in one breath and is comparable to a self-destruct skill, leaves neither side able to dodge or defend against it during this stalemate.

"boom--!!!!"

Another world depicted in a painting has vanished.

Tomat also pulled away from Badak, widening the gap between them once again.

The previous moves had also caused Bardock significant damage, as his body was now trembling noticeably.

However, this injury was even more devastating for Tomat.

It inflicts 800 damage on the enemy while losing 1,000 on itself—or even less than 800.

However, this wasn't Thomas's "idea"; his real strategy was only just beginning.

"Don't blame me!"

Tomat spread his arms wide, facing Bardock who was in a defensive stance but staring intently at him, and shouted:

"Solar Fist!!!"

[Main Text] Uninvited Guest: Chapter Nineteen Is your impression of me only trash?

More than two months ago, Bardock, who was already seriously injured, appeared in Xi's painting.

However, the content of the drawing is not very friendly.

He encountered the monster in the painting.

His first battle destroyed the world within the painting he was in, and at the same time alerted the painting's owner to his presence.

This man, whose consciousness was blurred and who could not communicate, yet who fought tirelessly like a demon, possessed an aura never before seen.

Even though Xi herself had drawn all sorts of colossal, sky-covering creatures based on her imagination, their impact on reality was ultimately limited.

Judging from the extent of the damage to the painting, Xi immediately understood the impact that Bardak's presence in the outside world would have.