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Faced with the terrifying aura radiating from the Primal Sugarfiend—a destructive pressure so overwhelming it felt like it could crush them outright—the Supreme Kai forces himself to steady his mind. Beneath the monster’s thick, matted fur, deep in its left chest, he can still clearly discern a slightly heart-shaped black crystalline object. Unlike the pink hard-candy cores of ordinary giants, this one is encased in layers of sugar crystals and magic, reflecting a crystalline gleam—undoubtedly far tougher than any core they’ve encountered before.
The Supreme Kai raises his hand and fires an energy blast straight at the core’s location, twisting his head to shout, “Mr. Piccolo, right there—hit it with everything you’ve got!”
The Namekian catches on instantly. “The spot where a normal creature’s heart would be? Got it—leave it to me!” Piccolo vows confidently, though worry lingers. He pleads, “But Lord Supreme Kai, the Special Beam Cannon needs time to charge up to full power. During that time, could you please draw the monster’s attention as much as possible? I’ll finish the technique as fast as I can!”
“Understood.” The Supreme Kai glances at the host still cowering beside the ruined stage. Without a word, he rockets forward and calls out, “Irene, bring your monster—I’ll take it on myself!” He then veers toward a vast wilderness far from the city lights, aiming to shift the battlefield to an uninhabited area.
Piccolo immediately transforms, his orange skin stretching over taut muscles brimming with explosive potential in every fiber. His fingertips lightly touch his forehead as he begins charging.
Irene glances at the wary Namekian staring her down, then at the fleeing Supreme Kai, scoffing coldly. “Heh, in my great mercy, I’ll let you pick your own grave.” She flourishes her wand. The titan responds with a rumbling growl, its massive form vanishing as if swallowed by a rift in space-time.
The host watches the Supreme Kai depart, sees the monster suddenly disappear, and notes Piccolo slowly flying in the same direction. A spark of hope flickers in his eyes as he silently prays for the triumphant return of these miraculous warriors.
The Supreme Kai races at full speed over vast barren plains. Heavy night envelops him; cool air whips his robe’s hem, scenery blurring past. He catches scents of sand, shrubs, and distant forest. Glancing back, the Primal Sugarfiend is gone from its spot. But a new problem arises—where is it?
The Supreme Kai stays on full alert. The next instant, instinct screams danger. He twists aside just in time—something streaks through the darkness. He catches the sharp glint of massive claws in the moonlight. A fraction of a second slower, and he’d have been torn to pieces.
A chill grips the Supreme Kai’s heart. This monster truly lives up to its title as King of Sugarfiends—its attacks faster and fiercer than any ordinary giant.
The titan opens its cavernous maw—lined with fangs longer than the Supreme Kai is tall—and lunges, less like a bite and more like an attempt to swallow him whole.
The Supreme Kai thrusts out both hands. A pale-blue beam erupts from his palms, pouring straight into the beast’s throat. The energy slams against the barrier, exploding into dazzling sparks that light up the night.
The Primal Sugarfiend gulps down a mouthful of the blast and unleashes a sky-rending roar, the sound thundering across the wilderness like rolling thunder.
The Supreme Kai catches sight of Piccolo far in the distance, behind the titan, desperately charging his attack. He doesn’t need to fight recklessly—he just has to buy time until Piccolo finishes. The god suddenly shoots upward, luring the beast to pursue.
Wind howls past his ears. High-altitude clouds blur his silhouette and trail. He weaves through several energy waves the Primal Sugarfiend hurls, using the natural cover of the clouds. The instant the monster’s view is obscured, the Supreme Kai instantly teleports back to his original position.
The titan bursts above the clouds, realizes it’s been tricked, and roars in fury. Wheeling around, it spews volley after volley of ultra-adhesive dark-brown syrup, intent on pinning its prey to the ground like a pitiful insect and watching it squirm.
The Supreme Kai dodges each one with hair-raising precision, deflecting the unavoidable with energy blasts. As he blocks another torrent, a strange sensation hits him—he suddenly sees the beast’s colossal body looming right before him, vast and hopeless.
Alarm surges through him, a shiver racing down his spine. At the same instant, he senses an invisible yet razor-sharp slash incoming. He twists instinctively, but a fraction too slow—the beast’s air blade, capable of carving bottomless trenches in the earth, grazes his left shoulder.
At first, the Supreme Kai feels only an odd chill on his shoulder. Then comes ripping agony as blood gushes forth.
“!!” Piccolo, watching from afar, cries out in horror.
At the same moment, Whis—viewing the live scene—covers his mouth in undisguised shock, letting out a startled gasp.
On the bed nearby, the God of Destruction rolls over in his sleep, brows deeply furrowed, a pained groan escaping his teeth as if trapped in a nightmare.
The Supreme Kai grits his teeth and retreats, wounded.
“Lord Supreme Kai!” Piccolo shouts in anguish. His charging falters; he starts to rush forward to protect him.
“Don’t stop, Mr. Piccolo!” the Supreme Kai bellows through the pain, blood pouring yet his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the titan, alert for its next move. “Do what you must—that’s your top priority!”
Halted, Piccolo lets out a tormented groan. Anxiety burns in him, yet he forces down the impulse. His empty left fist clenches until knuckles whiten, teeth grinding audibly as he watches the god’s blood soak his sleeve and drip steadily from his fingertips.
“I’m so sorry…” the Namekian says heavily. “As a warrior, I failed my promise to protect you…” Piccolo squeezes his eyes shut. When he opens them again, the worry and pain for the god’s injury are gone—replaced by utter, unwavering focus. He pours every shred of spirit and ki into charging. He knows only a perfect, flawless Special Beam Cannon can repay every second the Supreme Kai has bought him with his own blood.
The titan advances leisurely on the Supreme Kai, brimming with confidence and ease. Yet it seems to lose interest in the wounded prey—or perhaps it knows striking his companion will torment the pitiful prey more. Abruptly, it wheels around, jaws gaping with fangs, claws raised high as it charges Piccolo.
Piccolo’s heart jolts in terror. Utterly focused on gathering every last bit of ki, he can barely move. To counter or flee would mean abandoning the near-complete technique he’s poured everything into.
The Supreme Kai’s chest tightens. He rushes forward.
The Primal Sugarfiend closes in rapidly. Piccolo, unable to spare attention, is moments from falling into the paw’s strike zone. Caught between choices, he dips lower, seeking cover among ground boulders or shrubs.
But the beast anticipates his plan, allowing no escape. An air blade slashes down, skimming the soles of Piccolo’s boots. Had he not sensed the anomaly in a flash and halted his descent, his legs would be gone.
Yet stopping leaves him open to the incoming swipe. Time seems to freeze. Piccolo’s eyes widen; in his pupils reflects the titan’s overwhelming silhouette—claws raised high, whistling down with destructive wind pressure.
At that hair’s-breadth moment, the Supreme Kai appears before him. His right hand manipulates a square, pitch-black object with a smooth, glossy surface. The beast’s descending paw slams into it.
Screeeech—! The claws scrape metal with an ear-piercing grind, sparks flying everywhere. Even the universe’s hardest metal bears several deep, terrifying gouges.
Piccolo seizes the opening to land on the ground, his movements so fluid and swift he surprises himself—as if his body acted before his mind.
The Primal Sugarfiend roars in rage, shattering the Katchin Steel with one slap. Sharp fragments scatter; one grazes the Supreme Kai’s hair, shearing off a few strands.
The Supreme Kai’s fingertips gather a slender pale-blue energy needle, firing it straight at the core in retaliation.
The needle that felled ordinary giants in one strike has no effect on the primal one—it collides with the core like an egg against stone, scattering instantly into light particles.
The Supreme Kai hadn’t expected it to work; he only needed to buy time.
Fortunately, Piccolo’s Special Beam Cannon is at its climax. The ki inside him surges like boiling magma. The golden energy at his fingertips blazes vividly in the night, crackling with pale-blue arcs and emitting a dangerous hum. “Haaah…!” The Namekian plants his stance firmly, breath sinking to his core, utterly focused on the final release.
The Supreme Kai swiftly drops aside as the titan dives toward the ground.
As if timing it perfectly, while the beast is still mid-air, Piccolo—barely containing his elation—shouts, “It’s ready!!”
“Got it.” The Supreme Kai immediately casts a telekinesis on the titan. With his left shoulder wounded and arm unusable, he performs it one-handed. Under this unique divine technique, the monster suddenly freezes mid-air as if bound by countless invisible chains, its roar choked in its throat. Only its eyes remain, blazing with uncontrollable fury and surging hatred, glaring at the culprit pinning it in place.
The Supreme Kai says coldly, “Mr. Piccolo, now.”
“Yes, sir!” Piccolo responds instantly, thrusting his arm forward. “Take this—Spe—cial—Beam—Can—non!!” With a furious roar, he unleashes the fully charged power. The spiraling beam streaks forth, carving a dazzling trail across the night sky, illuminating the vast wilderness. With a piercing shriek that tears the air, it hurtles straight toward the core in the titan’s left chest.
BOOM—!!!
The Special Beam Cannon strikes the core dead-on. For a moment, it’s like a cataclysmic explosion—sand and stone flying, blinding light erupting, the night sky turning day-bright. The massive shockwave sweeps like a hurricane. The Supreme Kai drops to one knee, turning his head to shield against the intense blast and glare, yet his casting right hand never wavers for an instant.
“Haaaaaaaa—!!!” Piccolo pours everything in without reserve—this is their only shot at victory; he cannot fail.
The Special Beam Cannon’s energy surges to exhaustion. Chaos reigns as heaven and earth seem to merge.
Both the Supreme Kai and Piccolo hold their breath, eyes locked on the depths of the smoke and dust.
The sky darkens once more. The night wind slowly disperses the raised grit.
When the titan’s claws emerge from the haze, the Supreme Kai’s heart plummets. For the first time since facing the Sugarfiends, raw disbelief and despair flash across his face.
Piccolo, equally horrified, mutters in denial, “How is this possible…”
A massive penetrating hole gapes in the Primal Sugarfiend’s left chest—yet the pitch-black core remains utterly unscathed. The wound is already healing rapidly, sealing perfectly in moments.
Piccolo stares at the unharmed monster—this truly is a monster. His all-out strongest attack accomplished nothing! He had felt something off during the strike—no crisp crack, no sensation of piercing an object. Piccolo grinds his teeth in frustration; that core is far tougher than they ever imagined.
“Hahahahaha!” Irene’s shrill, maniacal laughter rings out. Unnoticed, she has perched atop the titan’s shoulder, her voice echoing through the desolate air. “Useless, utterly useless! Didn’t I tell you? It’s invincible! Every moment, the Sugarfiends scattered across the universe gorge themselves, endlessly feeding power to their King. You can never defeat it!”