Dao Wu Ji was a complex man. He was both a righteous and respected leader and a scheming and steadfast ambitious individual. He was a person who wavered between good and evil. His achievements were undeniable, but the tragedies he caused were irreparable.

His life was a mix of merits and demerits, praise and condemnation, and his path to redemption was started but never finished.

In his own universe, he had already completed his contradictory life. As he himself said, "I will not ask anyone for forgiveness, nor will I expect a good ending for myself."

But here, he was still alive.

In this different space, Dao Wu Ji was no longer bound by his mission or fate. He didn't need to pretend or be confused.

Defeating Orochi and restoring order to spacetime was his only goal now… perhaps, it was also the end of his path to redemption.

He could finally raise his blade and fight his opponent as a pure "dao zhe" (one who practices the dao of the blade).

"Oh? It seems like a pretty strong guy has come this time..." Sabo's eyes flickered as he sized up the newcomer.

Dao Wu Ji wore the [Blood Sea Battle Robe], a black and red garment, over which was a set of [Blade Dragon Armor]. He held the [Wild Leopard Thunder Blade]. His face was heroic, with long black hair, and a pair of crimson eyes that revealed the might of the "Rebellious Dragon."

"Let me see..." Sabo muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the power level detector, "Combat power... 9025... Hmph... compared to those five guys just now, he is indeed stronger." He sneered, "But... he's still no match for me."

Frieza's subordinates all had one problem... they blindly believed the data given by the power level detectors. This was probably related to their own actual situation, because they were inherently very powerful alien life forms, so their combat power basically maintained a constant value. If they wanted to greatly increase their power, they could only do so through methods like "transformation."

They didn't know that in a place called Earth, a freak exiled from Planet Namek had created many advanced methods of using "qi," such as "sensory ability," "remote qi detection ability," "hidden aura ability," and so on.

Those warriors who had learned these advanced uses from him could usually restrain their qi to a lower value, only increasing it during battle. By doing so, they could avoid unnecessary waste and conserve their energy. And among them... the most talented warrior had applied this method to... only increasing his combat power at the moment of moving or attacking, maintaining a low combat power level at all other times.

As for the many powerhouses in this script...

Because they came from different spacetime sources, their physical strength, the energy they used, and the way they used it were obviously different from those of the Dragon Ball universe. Most of the people present were not "constant combat power types." Therefore, it was obviously wrong for Sabo to measure their limits based on the combat power they possessed in their normal state...

"Before I've even drawn my blade, you already think you'll win?" Dao Wu Ji asked, his eyes cold as he faced the opponent's ridicule, his voice filled with killing intent.

"Ridiculous..." Sabo laughed, "My combat power is more than twice yours, do you know what that means? Do you know how difficult it is to cross even a gap of just a thousand points of combat power?"

He wasn't wrong about that, the direct significance of combat power was undeniable. Not to mention a difference of a thousand, even a difference of a few hundred was exaggerated. Taking the first chapter of Dragon Ball Z as an example, Raditz at that time had a combat power of just over a thousand, while Goku and Piccolo, after taking off their weighted training clothes, each had just over four hundred. The two of them combined had around nine hundred... but, to be honest, if Raditz had been serious from the beginning and attacked to kill, then the two of them wouldn't have had any chance.

So, the matter of combat power... can't be calculated as simple addition and subtraction. Could fifty farmers with a combat power of only five kill Master Roshi with a combat power of over two hundred? That's obviously impossible...

Therefore, Sabo's confidence was also based on something. Even if five Dao Wu Jis came at him at once, he was confident that he could win, provided that he went all out from the very beginning and took the fight seriously...

"I don't know what you're talking about." Facing Sabo's question, Dao Wu Ji was as proud as ever, "I only know... that I've already seen your foundation and moves. If I wasn't confident in killing you, I wouldn't have come up here."

"Hmph..." Sabo shook his head, as if he had lost his patience, "Sure enough... explaining things to you guys who are so behind in technology and strength... is just a waste of words." Saying that, he raised one hand, "Just die for me!"

Boom—

As soon as he finished speaking, a ki blast shot out from his palm, instantly hitting Dao Wu Ji.

"I said..." The next second, Dao Wu Ji's voice rang out again from the light and shadow, "I've already seen your foundation and moves."

"Nani?" Sabo was shocked when he heard this, he had never expected that the other party could survive after being hit by this move.

In the blink of an eye...

The light and shadow had not dissipated, and the blade dragon had already appeared.

"Lei Yu Po Kong (Thunder Rain Pierces the Sky)!"

The blade passed through the wind, and the force was a thousand jin (unit of weight).

The fierce blade energy pierced through the air, directly attacking Sabo's location. The latter had not yet recovered from his surprise and was unable to dodge, only instinctively raising his arm to block.

Bang—

The ki collided, making a muffled sound.

Although he was unable to dodge, with the double protection of his own battle qi and combat suit, Sabo didn't suffer much damage even after taking this move head-on. The difference in combat power between the two could be seen.

"How did this guy... block it..." At this time, Sabo was still struggling with how the other party had survived the ki blast attack, and his thoughts were not very focused. Out of fighting habit, he immediately flew into the sky.

Dao Wu Ji took advantage of the situation to pursue, stepping into the air, and launched another attack.

"Zhan Tian Shen Ji (Heaven Severing Divine Peak)!"

Before Sabo could steady himself, he saw a red blade energy coming towards him. He immediately burst out with ki and accelerated, climbing a little higher into the sky, dodging the blade's edge.

In terms of speed, Dao Wu Ji undoubtedly suffered a disadvantage. Sabo was much faster than him, even faster than the moves he released. So... in the next moment...

"Impact Wave!" After dodging the attack, Sabo immediately counterattacked, putting his hands together and firing a beam of light.

"Ha~" Dao Wu Ji spun and landed, his left hand conjuring a cyan-green Myoyu Evil Blade, dancing with both blades, condensing a move and unleashing it, "Huang Ji Shen Bao (Imperial Peak Divine Tempest)!"

The [Wild Leopard Thunder Blade] and the [Shadow God Blade], one being fierce and domineering, and the other being evil and terrifying, were both peerless treasure blades. Dao Wu Ji used these two blades to condense a vortex-shaped blade energy, turning it into a qi shield, and withstood Sabo's attack.

Boom—

Another earth-shattering collision, light and dust blooming together on the stage, causing the earth to tremble.

"Dao Wu Ji has a strong foundation and is good at both offense and defense. Moreover... his Blade Dragon Eye (equivalent to the bloodline limit of a Blade Dragon bloodline holder, which can make his own strength surpass the limit after opening) has been opened, and his strength is extraordinary. With his foundation and moves, he may indeed be able to resist Sabo's external ki..." Cang, who was under the stage, once again took on the job of commentator.

"No... he's doomed to lose." At this moment, Feng Bujue said pessimistic and rather astonishing words, "Moreover... he's doomed to die."

As soon as these words came out, the strategists around him turned their heads and looked at Brother Jue with puzzled expressions.

"Brother Feng..." Cang asked doubtfully, "...what do you mean by this?"

"Chief Strategist..." Feng Bujue's attitude when talking to Cang was still polite, "In my humble opinion... Dao Wu Ji is indeed a very strong dao zhe (one who practices the dao of the blade), but he is still a little weaker than Luo Hou, Gui Ru Lai, and Ye Shi Bing Quan..." He changed the subject, "Of course... this comparison is only relative, and it is not the reason for my prediction of his defeat." Brother Jue said, pointing to the stage, "The reason why I think Dao Wu Ji will definitely lose is... I can see that Sabo in his current state still has some reserves."

"What?"

"What?"

"Impossible..."

Everyone who heard these words showed astonished expressions.

And Feng Bujue hadn't finished speaking, "And the reason why I think Dao Wu Ji will definitely die is... I feel that with his current combat power, he has a good chance of forcing out Sabo's reserves..."

Buzz buzz buzz—

As soon as Brother Jue finished speaking, another burst of energy rhythm sounded on the martial arts stage.

In an instant, red energy flashed in the dust, and Dao Wu Ji raised the tip of his blade, and an ultimate move was about to be unleashed.

"Huang Ba Qian Qiu (Imperial Domination Eternal)!"

This domineering move was the embodiment of a dao zhe's soul. The arrogant blade energy tore through the air and rushed towards Sabo in the air. The latter's vision was blocked by the smoke and dust, and he was unable to dodge.

Di di di—

The combat power value displayed on the power level detector had already reached more than 18,000.

In his astonishment, Sabo curled up to block.

But... this time, it was impossible for him to remain unscathed.

"Ugh..." The blade energy penetrated his body, and the pain pierced his bones. Sabo was hit directly by "Huang Ba Qian Qiu (Imperial Domination Eternal)," his chest churned with blood and energy, and he couldn't help but groan, descending from mid-air... and kneeling on one knee.

"How is it?" The smoke and dust dissipated, and Dao Wu Ji was still arrogant, "Do you still think you can win?"

"Damn..." Although Sabo was injured, the injury was not too serious. He took a few breaths and stood up again, "I underestimated you..." He paused and said, "Your name is Dao Wu Ji, right? Hmph... I'm very interested, how did you withstand my previous attacks with your combat power?"

Dao Wu Ji did not hide anything, and said bluntly, "Foundation, moves, armor."

He only answered six words...

Foundation, was his deep and restrained, domineering and powerful internal energy.

Moves, were the "Huang Ji Tian Zhan Shi (Imperial Peak Sky Severing Style)," which could attack and defend, and could turn blade energy into a shield.

As for the armor... naturally referred to the [Blade Dragon Battle Robe]. This thing was made by the skillful hands of the brothers "Hu Shuo Ba Dao" (Nonsense Eight Blades) and "Huo Mao San Zhang" (Three Zhang Fire Hat), and was sewn from the nine hundred and ninety-nine evil scales on the corpse of [Xie Tian Yu Wu] (a demon god from outside the heavens, who could only be subdued by the combined efforts of the Five Dragon Generals). The appearance was mainly composed of cyan scales, supplemented by golden dragon scales. The green cloak was inlaid with handmade sequins, and the carving was exquisite and gorgeous.

The Blade Dragon Battle Robe had absolute protective capabilities. Even if the battle robe did not cover the head, the actual range of defense was from head to toe, and any swords or weapons could not cause damage. When facing energy shocks, the battle robe also had excellent cushioning performance.

"Tch... saying it is the same as not saying it..." Perhaps some people under the stage could understand Dao Wu Ji's response, but Sabo didn't understand, "Hehe... but it doesn't matter, in any case, I have to praise you..." He said with a smile, and calmly said, "Although your speed is very terrible, even those guys with a combat power of around 3,000 were faster than you just now, but... your attack and defense abilities are really strong. In my current state... if I want to kill you, I'm afraid I'll have to pay some price..."

His expression and words made Dao Wu Ji feel a trace of unease.

And those strategists who had heard Feng Bujue's remarks were no longer "uneasy," they were directly "lamenting." Because... hearing this, they all understood... Feng Bujue was right—Sabo still had reserves.

"Considering that I may have to fight other people later, it doesn't seem wise to spend too much physical strength on you." Sabo continued, "Hehehe... let you see, who is shallow!"

At this point, he stood with his legs apart, his arms outstretched, forming a "big" character.

A second later, Sabo's body bulged, and the whole person swelled up in a circle.

His torso became fat and thick, all his limbs were twice as thick, and his face... turned into a toad-like appearance, ugly and unbearable.

Sabo's transformation was not accompanied by dazzling light and shadow, nor did he need to recite awkward incantations... his transformation could be said to be very "simple."

But this seemingly simple change could increase his combat power... to 30,000.

"Hmm?" Dao Wu Ji's expression changed, and he clenched the double blades in his hands even more.

"Hehehe... do you feel it?" Sabo grinned, "Even without a combat power detector, you should feel it, right? Unlike the Saiyans' meaningless gigantic transformation (here he refers to the Great Ape transformation, not becoming a Super Saiyan), my Lord Sabo's transformation... can bring me overwhelming power." While moving his neck and wrists, he said, "Now... are you still confident that you can kill me?"

Dao Wu Ji... was silent.

"Heh... you must be very strange, right? Why I would hide my true strength." Sabo said to himself, "Before I beat you to death, I'll tell you first..." Saying that, he pointed to his face... that ugly, trapezoidal toad face that made people unable to look directly, "To exert my true strength, I have to turn into this appearance... This violates the aesthetics I follow, because I hate ugly things, so... I haven't transformed for many years."

While speaking, Sabo had already stepped forward, approaching his opponent silently, "That's why... you who forced me to use this move... don't even think about leaving my sight alive!"

He roared the second half of the sentence. Accompanied by the roar, his huge figure suddenly rushed forward.

Dao Wu Ji took half a step back, gathering momentum and standing firm, using his double blades to meet the opponent's attack.

Ping ping—

Two sounds of metal clashing, two cold rays of light.

In an instant, Sabo, who was covered in qi, used his bare hands to snap Dao Wu Ji's double blades.

Then, he used his signature move in his transformed state... the charging knee strike.

It could be seen that Sabo's leg, as thick as a tree trunk and knotted with muscles, slammed heavily into Dao Wu Ji's chest and abdomen, like a wooden stake hitting a city gate.

The moment the knee strike hit, Dao Wu Ji's breathing suddenly stopped...

"Cough—"

A large mouthful of dirty blood, accompanied by broken bones and internal organs, spewed out of Dao Wu Ji's mouth, splattering on Sabo's hideous and ugly face.

"Hahaha... hahahahaha!" Sabo laughed loudly, after transforming, his cruel and tyrannical personality was even more evident.

Before Dao Wu Ji could fall, Sabo slapped him to the ground, and then kicked him upwards with a high leg sweep, kicking Dao Wu Ji towards the sky.

"Die!" Sabo roared and grabbed Dao Wu Ji, who had been kicked into mid-air, and grabbed the latter's head with both hands, "Die! Die! Die! Die..."

Every time he said "Die," Sabo would hit Dao Wu Ji's head with his own head once.

Puff—puff—puff—

Soon, Dao Wu Ji's eyes lost their last trace of light...

"The martial arts performance is over. Dao Wu Ji, the challenge has failed." When the reporting statue spoke, Dao Wu Ji had already died thoroughly...

Hearing the sound, Sabo sneered, grabbed Dao Wu Ji's hair, and threw him out like garbage, and the strength of his casual throw had thrown Dao Wu Ji out of the range of the arena.

"See... I was right." Feng Bujue, who knew the Dragon Ball plot like the back of his hand, had already expected this ending, "He's dead, right."

In such a solemn and depressing atmosphere, he still said such words in this tone, which made many people around him cast disgusted glances at him.

But... Brother Jue didn't care. Because, what he was going to do next was...

"There's no need to say anything... in this kind of situation, I should go out myself."