[Reborn as Son Goten] Chapter 241 - 245

Chapter 241

"Jiren!"
The unified cry of alarm echoed across the battlefield, filled with desperation and disbelief. The Pride Troopers stood frozen as they watched their strongest warrior succumb to the enemy’s control.

"It's useless; he's already under Abura's control!"
The Great Villain’s laughter boomed ominously, reverberating through the shattered remains of Planet Taza. His expression radiated satisfaction as he glanced at Jiren, now a puppet of his will.

"Damn it!"
Toppo, fueled by anger, erupted into motion. His aura flared, surrounding him in a glowing shroud of purple light. In an instant, he propelled himself toward Jiren, his fist clenched with resolve.

In a blur of speed, Toppo appeared directly in front of Jiren and swung his fist with all his might. "Jiren, wake up!" he roared, his voice carrying both authority and desperation.

Abura’s sinister grin deepened. With a casual motion, he raised his hand and intercepted Toppo’s punch with unnerving ease.

"What?!"
Toppo’s eyes widened in disbelief. He hadn’t expected Abura to deflect his strike so effortlessly.

Before Toppo could react, Abura unleashed a devastating kick, striking him squarely in the waist. The force of the blow sent Toppo careening through the air, his body crashing into the rocky terrain.

"Captain!"
Dypso, alarmed by the scene, darted toward Toppo and caught him before he could hit the ground.

"Abura, shall we leave now?" the Great Villain asked, his tone laced with arrogance.

Abura nodded, his eyes glowing with malice. Their mission had been clear from the start: seize control of Jiren and escape before the Pride Troopers could mount an effective counterattack.

In the distance, Belmod, the God of Destruction for Universe 11, observed the unfolding chaos with mounting frustration. His clenched fists trembled as he resisted the urge to intervene. Despite his immense power, divine laws forbade him from interfering in the affairs of mortals.

"Damn it!" Belmod growled. "Jiren, of all people… how could this happen?" His voice was thick with a mixture of anger and regret. Jiren had been his pride, a warrior groomed to protect the universe. Now, that very strength was being weaponized against them.

Elsewhere in the void of Universe 11, Amarula, the enigmatic angel of Universe 15, stood with her staff in hand. The black cloth over her eyes seemed almost alive, pulsating faintly as she focused on the events on Planet Taza. Her lips curled into a sly smile as she observed the Pride Troopers’ plight.

"Everything is proceeding perfectly," Amarula murmured to herself. Losing a few troops was insignificant compared to the prize they had secured. Controlling Jiren’s body would shift the balance of power in their favor.

On Earth, Merus watched the events unfold through his mystical scrying orb. His expression darkened as he took in the sight of Jiren, the indomitable warrior, now under Abura’s control.

"Jiren has been completely possessed," Merus muttered grimly.

Son Goten stood beside him, silent but resolute. His eyes narrowed as he analyzed the situation. He didn’t need words to convey his seriousness.

Meanwhile, the Pride Troopers regrouped on the battlefield. Toppo, now standing despite his question, addressed his team. "We cannot allow this defeat to demoralize us! We are the Pride Troopers, defenders of justice in the Universe 11! Jiren wouldn’t want us to crumble now. Stay strong and prepare for the battles ahead!"

His words reignited a spark of hope among his teammates. They stood taller, their resolve hardening.

However, far from the battlefield, Abura and the Great Villain had teleported to a distant, desolate planet.

"Why did we leave so quickly?" Abura demanded, his tone laced with irritation. "With Jiren under my control, we could’ve finished them off!"

The Great Villain sighed and shook his head. "You underestimate the Pride Troopers as a whole. Even without Jiren, their combined strength is formidable. Besides, both you and Jiren are injured. We can’t risk overextending ourselves in this state."

Abura grumbled but reluctantly conceded the point. "Fine, but next time, I won’t be so cautious."

Their conversation was interrupted by a voice. Calm and confident, it cut through the air like a blade.

"Oh, really?"

Both Abura and the Great Villain turned sharply toward the source of the voice. A lone figure stood in the shadows, his silhouette outlined by the planet’s eerie glow.

"You… who are you?" the Great Villain demanded, his tone edged with unease.

The figure stepped forward, revealing his face. His black hair shimmered with silver streaks, and his piercing silver-gray eyes seemed to glow.

"The name’s Son Goten," he said, his voice steady.

"Son Goten?" Abura frowned. "Are you with the Pride Troopers?"

"No," Goten replied. "But Jiren and I… we’re friends."

Abura’s expression darkened. "If you’re here to save Jiren, you won’t leave alive!"

With that, the Great Villain charged at Goten, his fists glowing with dark energy. Goten’s expression remained calm as he effortlessly dodged the attack, his movements fluid and precise.

"Ultra Instinct…" the Great Villain muttered, recognizing the technique.

Fueled by desperation, the Great Villain unleashed a flurry of attacks. His fists and feet moved like blurs, each strike aimed to incapacitate Goten. Yet, no matter how fast he moved, Goten evaded each blow with ease.

"Damn it!" the Great Villain roared in frustration. Channeling all his remaining energy, he threw a devastating punch.

Goten sidestepped effortlessly and countered with a single, precise strike to the Great Villain’s abdomen. The impact sent him hurtling backward, crashing into a mountain with a deafening explosion.

Abura, unwilling to lose, commanded Jiren’s body to attack. Despite Jiren’s resistance, his movements were swift and lethal. But Goten danced around the attacks, his every motion a masterful display of Ultra Instinct.

With a calculated punch, Goten struck Jiren’s abdomen, sending him crashing into another mountain. The force of the blow reverberated across the desolate landscape. Though Goten had held back, the impact was enough to weaken Abura’s control over Jiren.

Amarula, watching from afar, frowned. "Who is this Goten?" she murmured, her tone filled with unease.

As Jiren’s consciousness began to resurface, Abura’s grip on him faltered. The strain of maintaining control was evident, and for the first time, Abura felt fear.

Far away in Universe 15, Amarula contacted the Great Goddess. "Our plan to conquer Universe 11 was proceeding smoothly, but a new warrior has appeared. He’s powerful—too powerful. He’s defeated both the Great Villain and Abura!"

The Great Goddess paused, her expression serious as she used her staff to examine the events.

"Goten…" she whispered.

"Who is he?" Amarula asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.

"A human aligned with the Grand Priest. He recently defeated Galion, a warrior of immense power," the Great Goddess explained.

Amarula’s eyes widened in shock. "If he defeated Galion, then his strength rivals that of an angel!"

"Precisely," the Great Goddess replied. "If we confront him directly, it could ignite the War of the Gods prematurely. But if we allow him to continue interfering, our plans to overthrow Zeno will be in jeopardy."

Chapter 242 - Yamoshi

"That's true," the Great Goddess mused, her voice calm yet tinged with mystery. "Although we angels cannot interfere in mortal affairs, that doesn’t mean others cannot intervene in this battle."

"My Lord Goddess, what do you mean?" a subordinate asked, their voice quivering with curiosity.

The Great Goddess simply smiled, offering no further explanation, leaving an air of intrigue.

In Universe 11, on the blue sea star, the Great Villain stood up with great difficulty. Pain radiated through his body, and his expression was a mix of anger and fear as he glared at the figure before him. Son Goten's presence loomed large, a stark reminder of the overwhelming power that had been displayed moments earlier.

Although Goten had shown mercy, pulling back the full force of his punch, the damage inflicted on the Great Villain’s body was devastating. Breathing heavily, he clutched his chest, his mind racing with regret and frustration.

Suddenly, Jiren let out an anguished scream. His voice tore through the air as he clutched his head, writhing in visible pain.

"Ahhh!!"

The piercing scream reached its crescendo as a bright, pink figure was forcibly expelled from Jiren’s body. The energy swirled in the air before coalescing into the form of Abura, who collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

"Goten!" Jiren called out as he regained his senses, his voice steady but filled with gratitude.

Goten nodded and swiftly moved to Jiren’s side. From his pocket, he produced a small green bean. "This is a Senzu Bean," Goten explained, holding it out to Jiren. "It’ll heal your injuries and restore your energy. Eat it."

Jiren studied the bean for a moment, then swallowed it without hesitation. Almost instantly, his wounds closed, and his strength returned to its peak. He clenched his fists, testing his restored power, and nodded in approval.

"Then, Jiren, I’ll leave these two to you," Goten said, stepping back.

"Understood." Jiren's voice was firm, his resolve clear.

Abura, still reeling from being expelled, gritted his teeth in frustration. "Damn it!" he growled, his tone dripping with bitterness. "If it weren’t for you, Goten, I would have claimed Jiren’s body!"

But Jiren wasted no time. His right hand glowed with fiery red energy, the sheer intensity radiating across the battlefield. Without a word, he launched the energy blast directly at Abura.

Boom!

The explosion was immense, and when the dust settled, Abura was no more.

The Great Villain, watching the scene unfold, clenched his fists tightly. Regret consumed him. "If I had known it would end like this," he muttered bitterly, "I would never have cooperated with Amarula."

But regret came too late. Before he could act, Jiren appeared before him in a blur of speed.

"Jiren!" the Great Villain stammered, his voice trembling.

Jiren’s gaze was cold, his expression unyielding. "The hatred between us ends today," he declared, his voice steady and resolute.

Jiren raised his hand once more, fiery red energy gathering in his palm. The Great Villain’s eyes widened in horror as the energy surged toward him.

Bang!

A massive burst of flames erupted, engulfing the Great Villain entirely. His screams echoed briefly before his body disintegrated into ashes, leaving no trace behind.

Jiren stood silently for a moment, his clenched fists trembling. As the reality of his long-sought vengeance sank in, his hardened demeanor faltered. Tears welled in his eyes, and he let them flow freely.

"Jiren…" Goten’s voice was soft, tinged with surprise. He had never seen the stoic warrior show such vulnerability.

Jiren wiped his face with a trembling hand, his voice choked with emotion. "Thank you, Goten. I owe you a great debt."

Goten nodded solemnly. "Then, shall I take you back to Planet Taze?"

"Yes," Jiren replied, his tone steadier now.

In an instant, Goten teleported Jiren back to Taze. The Pride Troopers, who had been fighting fiercely against the remnants of the enemy forces, turned to see the two warriors appear.

"Jiren! Goten!" The Troopers' faces lit up with joy and relief.

Goten smiled faintly. "I’ll leave the rest to you all. I need to return to Universe 7."

Jiren nodded. "Thank you, Goten. I won’t forget this."

With a small wave, Goten vanished, leaving the Pride Troopers to handle the remaining battle.

"Jiren, what happened?" Toppo asked as he approached.

"I’ll explain everything after we finish here," Jiren replied.

"Good." Toppo’s face hardened with determination as he rallied the team. "Let’s finish this!"

Meanwhile, in Universe 10, on the planet Grí, chaos reigned.

Xicor and Lila, leading the army of Universe 17, waged a merciless invasion. Warriors from Universe 10, including Murichim, Rylibeu, and Napapa—fighters who had once represented their universe in the Tournament of Power—stood in defiance, leading the planet’s army in resistance.

However, their efforts were in vain. Xicor’s overwhelming strength crushed them one by one, and the once-proud warriors fell before his might.

The Grí Planet, once a beacon of hope in Universe 10, fell to the army of Universe 17. Similar scenes played out across Universes 2 and 4, as planets succumbed to the forces of the Great Mother Goddess.

Time passed, and half a year slipped by in the blink of an eye.

The war between the universes intensified, with countless planets under Grand Zeno’s jurisdiction falling to the invading forces. Yet, the cost of victory was high; the Great Mother Goddess's armies suffered heavy losses in the relentless conflict.

In Universe Zero, within the Palace of the Great Goddess, she studied her staff intently. The glowing orb at its tip displayed the fortune of the six universes under her control.

"Only a slight improvement," she muttered, her expression darkening.

She shifted her focus to the twelve universes under Zeno’s rule. Though their luck had declined, they still burned brightly with strength.

"Is it because of him?" she murmured, her thoughts turning to a particular individual. Rising from her throne, she exited the palace.

The icy winds of North Star, a desolate planet in Universe Zero, howled through the air. Snow blanketed the barren landscape, an unyielding reminder of the planet’s harsh conditions.

A lone figure stood amidst the storm, his towering frame draped in white animal furs. His face bore a striking resemblance to Broly, yet his presence felt even more formidable. This man was Yamoshi, the legendary ancestor of the Saiyans of Universe 7.

Long ago, in an era when mortals had just begun to populate Universe 7, Yamoshi had risen as the first King of the Saiyans. A prodigious warrior, his power grew naturally each year, even without training.

However, Yamoshi’s immense strength came with a cost. His inability to control his emotions led to devastating outbursts, nearly wiping out the Saiyan race in one of his uncontrollable rampages.

Ostracized by his people, Yamoshi chose to live in isolation, dedicating himself to mastering his power. It was during this time that the Dragon God appeared, challenging Yamoshi to a battle that shook the very heavens.

Though the fight ended in a stalemate, the Dragon God was astounded. Never had he encountered a mortal capable of matching his divine power.

The Great Mother Goddess, intrigued by Yamoshi’s strength, sought to bring him into her fold. When Yamoshi refused to obey her, she imprisoned him on North Star, exploiting the Saiyans' inability to survive in outer space as his ultimate weakness.

Chapter 243 - Goku vs. Yamoshi

Suddenly, a colorful light streaked down from the sky, illuminating the snowy expanse of North Star. The beam descended rapidly, landing directly in front of Yamoshi.

As the radiant light faded, the figure of a woman emerged, her regal presence unmistakable. Her flowing robes shimmered in hues of gold and white, and her staff, crowned with a glowing orb, emitted an aura of authority. She was none other than the Great Goddess.

"It's you!" Yamoshi's voice was sharp, filled with recognition and restrained animosity.

The Great Goddess smiled calmly, her expression unreadable. "Yes, Yamoshi, it’s me."

"What are you doing here?" Yamoshi asked, his tone wary.

"I’ve come with a proposition," the Great Goddess replied. "I want you to help me deal with someone. Defeat this individual, and I will set you free. How does that sound?"

Yamoshi’s gaze sharpened. "Who do you want me to fight?"

"A Saiyan," she answered simply.

"A Saiyan?" Yamoshi repeated, his brows furrowing. "What’s the name of this Saiyan?"

"Goten."

The name lingered in the cold air. Yamoshi tilted his head, puzzled. "Goten? That doesn’t sound like a Saiyan name."

The Great Goddess chuckled softly. "You’re observant. Goten is indeed a Saiyan, but he’s also half-human. His mother is from Earth."

"Earthlings?" Yamoshi’s expression turned skeptical. "Are they a powerful race?"

"Not at all," the Great Goddess replied, shaking her head. "Earthlings are a weak species with virtually no fighting power. Goten, however, is an exception due to his Saiyan blood."

Yamoshi pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Very well. I’ll do it."

The Great Goddess’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. "Good. Prepare yourself."

In Universe 7, Earth basked in the warmth of a tranquil day, but the atmosphere among Goten and his companions was tense. The group had gathered at Bulma’s house to discuss the ongoing war.

"The battle in Universe 7 hasn’t been as dire as in other universes," Goten explained, standing beside Trunks and the others. "Thanks to Dad and the others supporting the invaded planets, the Universe 13’s army hasn’t occupied many of ours."

Vegeta, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, grunted in agreement. "Universe 7 has been lucky compared to the others."

"The worst-hit are Universes 10, 4, and 8," Goten continued. "Their defenses were weaker, and they’ve lost several key planets. Still, this war is far from over. The Universe 13’s forces are massive. We’re looking at years of fighting before it’s resolved."

"Years?!" Trunks exclaimed.

Goten nodded solemnly. "Even though Earth hasn’t been attacked yet, we can’t let our guard down. It’s only a matter of time."

As they spoke, a small spaceship descended from the sky, landing softly in the courtyard. Everyone turned as the ship’s hatch opened, revealing Jaco, the Galactic Patrolman.

"Jaco!" Trunks called out.

Jaco stepped out, his usual air of confidence slightly dampened by urgency. "Goku! Bulma! I’ve got news!"

"What’s wrong, Jaco?" Bulma asked.

"The army of the Universe 13 is heading this way," Jaco announced. "I believe their target might be Earth!"

"What?!" Yamcha clenched his fists. "If they dare to come, we’ll destroy them all!"

Before anyone could respond, Goku and Vegeta’s expressions shifted. Both warriors turned their heads sharply, sensing a powerful Ki approaching.

"Do you feel that?" Goku asked Vegeta.

Vegeta nodded, his brows furrowed. "Yes. It’s immense… and familiar."

"What is it?" Bulma asked, alarmed by their reactions.

"A Saiyan," Goku said gravely. "And Tarble’s with them."

"Tarble?" Bulma echoed, glancing at Vegeta. "Your brother?"

Vegeta nodded, his face grim. "It seems this time they’re serious."

"Let’s prepare for battle," Trunks said, his voice resolute.

Everyone agreed, quickly leaving Bulma’s house and gathering on a nearby mountain range outside West City.

As they waited, a massive elliptical spaceship appeared, hovering ominously in the sky above them. The ship’s hatch opened, releasing waves of soldiers equipped with advanced armor and weaponry. Smaller ships followed, swarming like insects.

At the forefront of the soldiers stood Tarble, flanked by a towering figure wrapped in white furs. The figure’s resemblance to Broly was unmistakable, his presence exuding raw power and command.

"Who is that?" Trunks asked, staring at the figure. "He looks just like Uncle Broly."

"I don’t know," Gohan replied, shaking his head.

Tarble stepped forward, raising his hand. "Attack!" he commanded, sending the soldiers of the Universe 13 charging toward Goku and the others.

Gohan turned to Piccolo. "Let’s go!"

Piccolo nodded, and the two rushed into battle alongside the others.

Energy blasts and shockwaves filled the air as the Z fighters clashed with the invading forces. Despite the overwhelming numbers, Goku and his allies easily outmatched the soldiers, their combined power devastating the enemy ranks.

Minutes later, the battlefield fell silent. The army of the Universe 13 had been obliterated.

Tarble landed on the ground, accompanied by Yamoshi.

"Are you finally going to fight us yourself?" Goku asked, his tone serious.

Yamoshi stepped forward, his eyes locking onto Goten. "Which one of you is Goten?"

Goten stepped forward. "That’s me. Who are you?"

"My name is Yamoshi," the warrior said. "Like you, I’m a Saiyan."

"Yamoshi?" Goten repeated, his curiosity piqued.

"Yes," Yamoshi said. "The Great Goddess sent me to test your strength. Let’s see if you’re as powerful as she claims."

Before Goten could reply, Goku stepped between them. "Goten’s strong, but let me fight you first," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

Yamoshi raised an eyebrow. "Who are you?"

"My name is Goku," he replied. "I’m Goten’s father."

"His father?" Yamoshi’s lips curled into a smirk. "Interesting. Very well, let’s see what you’re capable of."

Goku nodded, clenching his fists. "AHHHH!!!"

With a roar, Goku’s aura erupted around him, his hair and eyebrows turning a brilliant sky blue. His pupils darkened to deep blue, and his body became surrounded by radiant energy, interspersed with star-like particles and faint electric sparks.

This was Super Saiyan Blue.

Yamoshi narrowed his eyes, studying Goku’s transformation. "What is this form?"

Chapter 244 - Super Saiyan Blue 3

Yamoshi had only ever known one Super Saiyan—himself. The form was a product of his unmatched Saiyan genetics, his power soaring far beyond that of his peers. Yet now, before him stood another Saiyan, radiating an unfamiliar but overwhelming energy.

"This is Super Saiyan Blue," Goku declared, his aura blazing with brilliant blue energy, star-like particles shimmering within it.

"Super Saiyan Blue?" Yamoshi repeated, his eyes narrowing as he assessed Goku’s form.

Goku nodded, his expression calm but confident.

Yamoshi’s lips curled into a smirk. "Interesting. Let me see the strength of this so-called Super Saiyan Blue!"

"Good!" Goku replied without hesitation.

With a burst of speed, Goku rushed toward Yamoshi, the sound of the air splitting under his rapid movement. In the blink of an eye, he was upon Yamoshi, his fists moving like blurs as he unleashed a barrage of attacks.

Yamoshi’s instincts kicked in, and he raised his arms just in time to block Goku’s assault. Each impact reverberated through his body, the sheer force of Goku's blows pushing him backward step by step.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Goku's relentless attacks created shockwaves that rippled through the ground. Dust and debris flew into the air as Yamoshi retreated under the pressure. Finally, with a burst of energy, Yamoshi swung his arms outward, deflecting Goku’s fists and forcing him back.

Goku skidded to a stop, digging his feet into the ground to regain his balance.

"Ha!"

With a roar, Yamoshi surged forward, his fists flying as he retaliated with his own flurry of strikes. Goku barely had time to react, raising his arms to shield himself from the onslaught.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Under Yamoshi’s ferocious attack, Goku found himself being pushed back, his feet leaving deep trenches in the ground as he struggled to hold his ground.

"Ha!"

Yamoshi roared again, pouring all his strength into a powerful right hook that struck Goku square in the abdomen.

Bang!

The impact sent Goku flying backward like a comet, his body smashing into a mountain with a deafening crash. A massive plume of dust and debris rose into the sky, obscuring the battlefield.

"Goku!" Krillin shouted, his voice tinged with worry as he shielded his eyes from the debris.

"Damn it!" Goku growled as he emerged from the wreckage, dusting himself off with an embarrassed expression. His determined gaze fixed on Yamoshi.

Vegeta, watching from the sidelines, clenched his fists tightly. "Yamoshi’s power… it’s on another level," he muttered. "Could he be like Broly?"

"Broly?" Yamoshi asked, catching Goku’s words.

"Yes," Goku said, wiping a streak of dirt from his cheek. "His Ki feels just like yours—wild, uncontrollable, and immense."

Yamoshi’s expression turned thoughtful. "Is that so? Interesting…"

Without wasting a moment, Goku charged again, his speed creating sonic booms as he closed the gap between them. Yamoshi mirrored his movement, and in an instant, the two warriors collided, their fists and feet clashing with incredible speed and precision.

The battlefield quaked under the force of their blows, the ground cracking and crumbling beneath them.

Bang!

Their fists collided in a massive shockwave, sending ripples of energy outward that flattened the surrounding terrain.

Goku gritted his teeth and pushed harder, his right fist driving Yamoshi back several steps. Yamoshi stomped his foot into the ground, halting his momentum.

"Yamoshi," Goku said, his voice steady despite his labored breathing. "Show me your true power. I want to fight you at your strongest!"

Yamoshi stared at Goku for a moment before bursting into laughter. "You have the heart of a true warrior. Very well!"

Yamoshi clenched his fists, and his Ki surged outward like a tidal wave, shaking the earth and sky. His muscles swelled, his pupils turned golden, and his hair spiked upward, glowing with an eerie green light. A pulsating green aura surrounded him, crackling with raw energy.

"This… this is…" Goku muttered, his eyes widening.

Yamoshi had tapped into the power of the Giant Ape in mortal form, a state Goku had seen before in Broly. This transformation granted the immense strength of a Saiyan’s Oozaru form without the physical transformation into a giant ape.

"Impressive," Goku said, tightening his fists.

With a deafening roar, Yamoshi unleashed his energy, sending a massive wave of green light across the battlefield. Dust and debris swirled violently as the sheer force of his power knocked back Krillin and the others watching from a distance.

Goku shielded his face with his arms, squinting against the storm of energy. When the dust settled, Yamoshi stood at the center of the devastation, his glowing green aura radiating power.

Without a word, Yamoshi charged, his fists flying faster than ever. Goku matched him blow for blow, but he quickly found himself overwhelmed by Yamoshi’s sheer speed and strength.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Yamoshi’s punches landed on Goku’s face and body like a relentless storm. Each impact forced Goku back further and further. Finally, Yamoshi spun and delivered a powerful kick to Goku’s abdomen, sending him crashing into another mountain.

The mountain crumbled under the impact, sending another cloud of dust into the air.

After a moment, Goku emerged from the rubble, gasping for air but with fire still burning in his eyes.

"Goku," Yamoshi said, his tone calm but taunting. "Is that all you have?"

"Of course not!" Goku growled, his determination igniting.

He clenched his fists, and his Ki erupted around him, shaking the earth with its intensity.

"Ha!"

With a roar, Goku’s aura deepened, shifting to a darker, more intense blue. His hair grew longer, cascading down to his waist, and his eyebrows disappeared, replaced by pronounced brow ridges. Lightning crackled around him as his power soared.

"This is Super Saiyan Blue 3," Goku declared, his voice steady despite the incredible energy radiating from him. "A form beyond Super Saiyan Blue and Deep Blue."

Yamoshi’s golden eyes widened slightly. "Impressive. Let’s see how it fares."

With a smirk, Yamoshi launched himself toward Goku at blinding speed. Goku stood still, waiting for the perfect moment. Just as Yamoshi’s fist was about to connect, Goku vanished, reappearing behind him in an instant.

Yamoshi chuckled, unfazed, and spun around, swinging his fist toward Goku with immense force.

Chapter 245 - Goku Uses All His Strength

Goku dodged Yamoshi’s incoming right fist with a blur of motion, his body flashing out of harm’s way at the last moment.

"What?!" Yamoshi exclaimed, his voice tinged with shock.

Before he could react, Goku reappeared in front of him, his right fist striking Yamoshi’s abdomen with blinding speed and devastating force.

"Ahhh!" Yamoshi roared as pain shot through his body, forcing him backward. His feet dug into the ground as he stomped down hard, grinding to a halt.

"Ha!!"

Goku’s voice rang out like thunder as he charged forward, closing the gap between them in an instant. His fists moved faster than the eye could follow, landing a series of rapid strikes on Yamoshi’s face and body.

Unable to keep up with Goku’s speed, Yamoshi staggered backward under the relentless barrage, his body absorbing the powerful blows.

Goku then leapt into the air, his body twisting with perfect precision. With a powerful kick, his right foot connected with Yamoshi’s face, sending him hurtling across the battlefield. Yamoshi crashed into the ground with a thunderous impact, creating a crater as the dust rose around him.

For a moment, Yamoshi remained still. Then, slowly, he stood, wiping a streak of blood from his face with the back of his hand. A grin spread across his lips.

"Goku," Yamoshi said, his tone both impressed and defiant, "you’re strong… but I am stronger!"

"Ahhh!!!"

Yamoshi’s roar shook the ground as his energy exploded outward. His Ki surged to unimaginable levels, creating a violent green storm that swirled around him. The ground trembled under the sheer weight of his power, and the skies darkened as natural disasters erupted across the landscape—earthquakes, tsunamis, and volcanic eruptions tore through the terrain.

The green storm expanded outward, tearing apart the ground wherever it touched.

Yamoshi’s hair and eyebrows turned golden, his pupils a piercing blue. His aura radiated raw power, blazing like a green inferno.

"This is the legendary Super Saiyan," Goku said, a smile forming on his lips. "You finally transformed!"

Yamoshi said nothing, his gaze locking onto Goku as he launched himself forward.

The sound of Yamoshi breaking through the air was deafening. He appeared in front of Goku in an instant, his fists and feet moving at blinding speeds as he attacked.

Goku responded in kind, meeting Yamoshi’s strikes with his own. The clash of their blows sent shockwaves through the battlefield, stirring up massive clouds of dust that blanketed the area.

The two warriors exchanged blows on the ground, their movements creating craters with each step. Then, as if by mutual agreement, they both took to the skies, their bodies transforming into streaks of green and blue light as they clashed above the earth.

From a distance, it appeared as though countless blue and green orbs were forming in the sky, the result of their fists and feet colliding at supersonic speeds.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!"

The air filled with the sounds of explosions as the fighters exchanged energy blasts. The sky was soon covered in thick smoke and fire, the result of their attacks colliding in rapid succession. The bright red glow of the flames lit up the heavens, casting an eerie light over the battlefield.

As the two warriors continued their battle, Goku managed to land a powerful punch on Yamoshi’s face, sending him flying backward.

Yamoshi clenched his fists, his body halting in mid-air as he unleashed a barrage of green energy waves from his hands. Goku dodged skillfully, countering with a series of golden energy blasts that collided with Yamoshi’s attacks.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!"

The sky was alive with explosions, smoke, and fire. For a moment, the entire horizon seemed to be consumed by their duel.

Finally, the two stopped firing energy waves and charged toward each other once more. Goku moved with blinding speed, positioning himself beneath Yamoshi before driving his right fist into Yamoshi’s abdomen with all his might.

"Ahhh!" Yamoshi screamed as the force of the blow sent him flying like a meteor.

Goku shouted loudly, firing a volley of golden energy blasts from his hands, each one targeting Yamoshi as he flew. Yamoshi quickly crossed his arms in defense, bracing himself as the blasts detonated against him.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!"

The resulting explosions created a thick cloud of smoke, obscuring Yamoshi from view.

"Ahhh!!!"

Yamoshi’s voice cut through the chaos as he unleashed a wave of green energy, dispersing the smoke and revealing his transformed figure. His muscles bulged, and his golden hair and eyebrows turned emerald green. Lightning crackled around him as his aura shifted into a blazing, flame-like state.

"This is the full power of the Legendary Super Saiyan," Yamoshi said, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

Goku narrowed his eyes, recognizing the transformation.

"The legendary Super Saiyan 2?" Goku asked.

Yamoshi smirked. "You’ve seen this form before?"

"Yes," Goku replied. "Broly once used it when he fought me."

Yamoshi’s eyes flicked toward Broly, who stood watching alongside Krillin and the others. A flicker of recognition crossed Yamoshi’s face before he turned back to Goku.

"I see," Yamoshi said. "But this form is far more than just strength. Let’s finish this!"

Goku’s aura suddenly dissipated, his body returning to normal.

"What's wrong, Goku?" Yamoshi asked, his voice filled with curiosity. "Are you giving up?"

"Not at all," Goku replied. "Super Saiyan Blue 3 consumes too much energy. I need to conserve my strength for my next form—Ultra Instinct."

"Ultra Instinct?" Yamoshi repeated, a flicker of interest in his voice.

Goku exhaled deeply, his hair and eyebrows turning silver, his pupils glowing silver-gray. A radiant silver aura surrounded him, calm yet powerful.

"This is Ultra Instinct," Goku said, his voice steady and controlled.

Before Yamoshi could respond, Goku disappeared, his body transforming into a streak of silver light as he charged forward.

Yamoshi barely had time to react, raising his right fist to counter. The two warriors met in a flurry of motion, their fists moving faster than the eye could follow.

The force of their blows sent shockwaves rippling through the air. To onlookers, it appeared as though the two fighters had grown hundreds of arms, their strikes blending into a seamless barrage of attacks.

"Bang!!"

After thousands of punches, Goku drove his right knee into Yamoshi’s abdomen with all his strength.