Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

Mosco's body tumbled rapidly through space again, completely out of control, like a spinning top that had been kicked away, flying straight toward the direction where Champa and the others were hiding.

Champa, Bardos, and Fova were startled.

Xiangpa suddenly pulled his body back, lightly touched the surface of the meteorite with his foot, and disappeared behind another meteorite in a flash.

With a swift movement, Bardos, like a pale blue shadow, silently moved to a greater distance.

Fuwa was ultimately just a Supreme Kai, and his reaction was a beat too slow. It was too late for him to use teleportation. His body froze on the spot, his gaze following the dark gray machine that was getting closer and closer. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

The next moment, Fuwa floated blankly in space, turned his head, and whistled into space.

The voice was intermittent, like a guilty person pretending not to have seen anything.

Mosco's fuselage finally stabilized, pausing briefly in the starry sky.

Mullu sat in the cabin, his gaze sweeping across the screen, and in a flash he saw Fuwa whistling in outer space.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the tall, thin figure in the Supreme Kai uniform, and his dark red brows furrowed slightly.

Which universe's Supreme Kai is this?

Immediately, Mulu controlled Mosco and flew towards Fuva, patting him on the shoulder. The force wasn't great, but the feeling of the metal fingers landing on his shoulder made Fuva freeze.

Fuwa mechanically turned his head, met a pair of dark red eyes, his lips twitched twice, and finally he forced a silly, almost ingratiating smile.

"Which universe's Supreme Kai are you?" Mullu's voice came through Mosco's loudspeaker, carrying a cold interrogation tone.

"Uh... guess..." Fuva laughed awkwardly, his gaze wandering aimlessly for a moment.

"Will you talk or not!" Muru was furious. Mosco's mechanical hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Fuva by the neck, lifting him high into the air.

Fuwa's feet left the ground, his body suspended in mid-air, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his face turned red.

"Do you believe that if I crush you to death right now, the God of Destruction of your universe will also disappear!" Muru roared.

Fuwa lightly pushed off the ground with his toes, his gaze lingering for a moment on the dark red metal panel, his mind in turmoil.

Champa hid behind another meteorite, his purplish-red face turning pale with fright.

Why didn't that idiot Fova dodge it?

"Lord Mosco, Lord Muru..." Fuwa spoke first, his voice short and weak from being gripped by the neck, "I am Fuwa, the Supreme Kai of Universe 6! I'm just here for sightseeing, do you believe me?"

"Don't lie to me!" Mulu's voice boomed from the loudspeaker, his fingers tightening even more. "You are clearly the Supreme Kai of Universe 11! You think I'd believe you just because you're impersonating the Supreme Kai of Universe 6?"

Fuva opened his mouth, then closed it again, his gaze lingering on Mulou's dark red face for a long time.

I told you but you didn't believe me, so why did you ask me?

Why does the God of Destruction of Universe 3 seem a bit silly?

"I understand!" Muru's voice grew even colder, his fingers still gripping Fuva's neck. "You sent that trainee Destroyer to deal with me, didn't you? You wanted to steal my Mosco, that's for sure! Did you think I'd let you have your way?"

“That’s not true, you might have misunderstood…” Fuva’s lips twitched slightly, his voice dry.

Just then, Solo flew silently from the starry sky behind Mosco, hovering in a blind spot where Muru couldn't see him. He winked at Fuva and turned his eyes to the side, as if giving a secret signal.

Fuva's gaze met his, and the plan he had been working on for so long finally came to fruition.

"Ah..." Fuwa's voice suddenly rose, carrying a perfectly timed surprise, "Lord Beerus, when did you wake up? How did you get here?"

Chapter 140 The Egg of the God of Destruction, Mosco

“You… what did you say? Beerus?” Mullu’s voice came through the loudspeaker, tinged with genuine panic, and the mechanical fingers gripping Fova’s neck loosened slightly.

Fuwa didn't waste that fleeting opening. He suddenly pulled his body back, like a slippery fish slipping through his fingers. He kicked off the air with his foot and flashed away, already several meters away.

Mosco's fingertips brushed against Fova's shoulder, grasping at nothing.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Solo moved, his figure drawing a purplish-red arc in the starry sky, cutting in from behind Mosco.

The distance was just right, the angle was just right, and the timing was just right.

Solo swung his right fist upwards, a clean and crisp uppercut, the fist landing squarely on Mosco's head.

"boom!"

The metal casing dented for a moment under the fist, like a small piece of a steel plate that had been struck collapsing at the point of impact.

Mosco's body was suddenly thrown upwards in space, sent flying high into the air by the punch.

"boom!"

Solo twisted his waist, using the recoil from the punch to spin half a circle, and his right leg, like a whip, delivered a powerful side kick to Mosco's stomach.

Mosco's body began to somersault repeatedly in the air.

The dark gray metal casing tumbled under the starlight, like a large iron barrel that had been kicked away, drawing irregular arcs against the dark background.

Inside the cabin, Mulu was thrown about, his hands gripping the control stick, his body bouncing back and forth in the seat several times.

However, Mosco quickly spread his arms wide, the fuselage dipped slightly, and he finally regained his balance and came to a stop in the air.

A series of mechanical roars came from his head-mounted megaphone.

Solo hovered in the opposite starry sky, gazing at the dark gray robot that had regained its footing, a subtle change flashing in his eyes.

Now, Solo's strength has surpassed Mosco's, as evidenced in their previous exchange. Every punch and kick left marks on Mosco's metal shell, and Mosco's counterattacks appeared slower to her.

But to completely subdue him, it would probably take at least several hours, or even several days.

The God of Destruction still has many trump cards. If the opponent manages to find a weakness during a long and drawn-out battle, things could get really bad.

Solo can't afford to waste that much time.

No, we must end the battle as soon as possible.

Solo had a sudden inspiration, his eyes flashed, and he closed his eyes for a moment, his consciousness sinking into his body.

In the skill bar at the bottom right of the field of view, three icons are quietly arranged.

He stretched out his finger and gently flicked it in the air, taking out the [Talent x50] icon and replacing it with a skill he hadn't used in a long time.

The purple light flashed briefly the moment the icon was inserted into the groove.

[Staring intently at a pregnant woman!]

After changing, Solo opened his eyes and stared intently at Mosco's fuselage.

My gaze passed through the dark gray metal shell and landed on every component and joint that made up this mechanical god.

Just in case, Solo deliberately avoided looking at Muroux, keeping his eyes fixed on Mosco himself.

After all, all he wanted was Mosco, not that useless manipulator.

A few seconds passed.

Mulu sat inside the cabin, his eyes fixed on the long-haired woman outside. His face turned extremely pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his dark red forehead. Yet, he was increasingly shocked.

This trainee God of Destruction from Universe 11 is no ordinary being; his strength is almost on par with mine, or even surpasses mine.

If Mosco hadn't helped me, I probably would have been beaten to death by him!

His fingers gripped the control stick tightly, and he let out a low swallow.

How to do?

"Boy! Do you know... that challenging a formal God of Destruction without authorization is against the rules!" Muru's voice came from the loudspeaker, carrying a forced sternness.

Solo chuckled upon hearing this, a knowing smile curving his lips.

People who say things like that are usually cowards.

When you try to reason with him, he acts like a scoundrel; when you act like a scoundrel, he tries to reason with you.

"How did I break the rules?" Solo chuckled, his voice clearly mocking.

By staring intently at Mosco, he had already completed the "gazing pregnancy."

Now we just have to wait and see when Mosco will give birth to baby Mosco.

Solo is still looking forward to it.

Having already completed [Staring Pregnancy], Solo immediately swapped out that skill and pushed another icon into the empty slot: [Master of Flash].

Indeed, over the years, Zoro's Flash Technique has been upgraded to the Master level, with its brightness significantly improved compared to when he fought Vegeta.

If Mosco gives birth to pups later, I'll just snatch the pups away and run away.

"Challenging a formal God of Destruction without authorization is a violation of the rules!" Mulu's voice boomed from the loudspeaker, filled with barely suppressed anger. "Didn't that guy, Wei Meide, tell you about this?"

“Uh… I’ve never heard him mention it.” Solo shook his head, his tone frank.

After all, he had never even seen Wei Mei De, so how could he possibly talk about it?

If you insist on believing that I am Toppo, the trainee God of Destruction of Universe 11, who can I reason with?

"Delicious! You bastard!" Mulu was so angry that he trembled all over, his dark red body shaking violently in the seat, and the control lever was swinging back and forth in his hand.

Solo: "..."

This guy is really tragic, he's so delicious.

You've already taken the blame for Tuopo's mistakes, now it's your turn to take the blame.

"Hmm?" Mu Lu had just finished cursing when he suddenly felt something was wrong. His gaze fell on the sensor panels above the control panel that he rarely looked at.

The panel displayed a structural diagram of the Mosco mech's abdomen. The originally neat lines were now slightly deformed, as if something was squeezing the shell from the inside out.

"What's going on?" Mulu's face changed color, his eyes fixed on the slowly curving lines on the panel.

The next moment, Mullu was astonished to see that his control room was becoming increasingly crowded.

The space on both sides of the seat is shrinking inward at a visible speed, like a wall that is narrowing.

The control panel overhead was sinking slightly, while the floor beneath our feet was arching upwards.

If we don't get out of here soon, we might get crushed into a pulp on the spot.

Now that things had come to this, Mulu dared not delay for a moment and pressed the red button on the side of the control lever.

The canopy popped open a crack, and his body sprang from the seat, plunging out and flipping halfway in space before regaining his balance.

The hatch behind him closed again the instant he left, the metal shell squeezing out a low hum at the seam.

"Clap!"