Chapter 291: Golden Frieza (Not Really)

"So the real killing blow was waiting for me here…"

Jia Ji took a deep breath.

"Haa!!"

With a loud roar, his clothes suddenly exploded apart, and he seemed to transcend himself—a massive aura burst forth from his body, sending shockwaves rippling from his feet.

——"Beidou Dragon Breathing Method," activate!

Turn Dragon Battle Qi fully engaged.

Divine Warrior Armor activated.

His eyes blazed like stars, radiant as fire, engulfed in roaring Battle Qi flames—bones, tendons, major sinews, organs, meridians…

Every part of his body erupted with terrifying power, and his transformed Super Saiyan appearance only confirmed Adam's suspicions.

Facing the fireball capable of annihilating everything within five hundred square kilometers in an instant, he surged upward like a meteor streaking across the sky, his body tearing through the air at speeds exceeding Mach 1, fist clenched, and slammed forward.

A white shockwave stretched across the entire sky, crashing into the fireball with brute force—but at the moment of impact, an invisible field instantly formed over his fist, as if trying to engulf the entire fireball.

"Just a nuclear blast? Watch me push it back!"

Even if he managed to block it, the shockwave from his collision with this "Golden Transmutation" would obliterate every building nearby; the hurricane-force winds would fling countless pedestrians, trees, streets, and cars into the air; even the sound alone would kill hundreds of thousands, and the localized earthquake would reduce all of Britain to ruins.

So he didn't just need to block it—he had to push Adam's "Golden Transmutation" back, just as he once pushed back Huanhai's Spirit Ball—

Using the ultimate technique he had long mastered but never unleashed.

"I'll use your own method against you—Nan Dou Explosion Kill Fist's Final Ultimate Art—'Nuclear Flame'! Taste your own move!"

But the next second, something stunned Jia Ji.

His fist passed straight through the fireball, entering its core—the ultimate technique failed to activate.

"Nani!"

No explosion, no shockwave—within an instant, the massive fireball fully consumed Jia Ji, now armored.

Unlike a normal nuclear blast, "Golden Transmutation" produced no earth-shattering roar, no outward shockwaves, no ground-shaking impact.

In that silent moment of consumption, the fireball first expanded, generating temperatures of hundreds of thousands of degrees—everything within would be instantly disintegrated.

But beyond that, nothing else: no X-rays, no ultraviolet, no infrared, no nuclear radiation—only infinite energy and disintegration force.

However much it resembled a nuclear bomb, this was still "Golden Transmutation," a magical formula designed to convert matter into gold.

Though propelled by nuclear fusion, it was utterly unlike a nuclear explosion—an ultra-high-energy attack achieved through heretical technology.

At that moment, countless global detection agencies registered the activation of the spell; satellites in high orbit locked onto London, countless eyes fixed on screens watching the fireball hundreds of meters wide—only to see it suddenly begin to contract inward after expanding.

The abnormal state resembled something digesting.

After being consumed, Jia Ji's eyes were filled with blank confusion—he felt his Battle Qi being drowned; though for an individual, his Battle Qi was nearly inexhaustible, against the energy equivalent of tens of thousands of nuclear explosions, it was pitifully inadequate.

The talisman cards in his pocket were instantly devoured; the space saturated with energy particles had become wildly unstable—if he tried to break through, the spatial currents would slice him clean in half.

As his armor continuously disintegrated, the parts of his body exposed to the fireball—the once unbreakable physique—were slowly vanishing, slowly transforming into the very substance humanity feverishly pursued: gold.

"Countermeasure… failed?!"

That thought flashed through his mind in an instant.

Too careless. Didn't dodge.

Just as he had defeated the Demon King at the "Quasi-Furious" rank while only at "Furious," elemental affinity has always been decisive in victory or defeat.

He should never have used his flesh and blood to make direct contact with this "Golden Transmutation." Had he used the Palm Wave from afar instead, matching ranged with ranged, the outcome might have been entirely different.

But that method, no matter how much it reduced damage, would still have caused countless deaths—so he had discarded it from the start, choosing this greedy approach and falling into this dead end.

"Indeed… the girl's sixth sense was still sharp."

From skin to teeth, to hair, then to blood and flesh saturated with high energy, then to bones harder than high-strength alloys, followed by organs and nerves—all would be disintegrated, consumed, and refined into tiny specks of gold…

A 65kg human body yields about 2. mg of gold; given his weight, perhaps a fraction more—ultimately, it would become a speck of gold smaller than a fingertip, resting in Adam's palm, to be pinched and twisted at will.

He possessed great power and grand ideals, but because of this impossible misstep, his plan was halted—and now he himself would be disintegrated and refined into gold. Could he accept this?

No.

He would never accept it.

"At least—"

He completely shed the Battle Qi covering his body, then, at a speed invisible to the eye, used his last strength to deliver a fatal hand-slash.

Fist Thief: Severed Cut!

"Come with me into hell—!!!!!!"

A thin black line shot out of the fireball at terrifying speed, as if splitting the entire sky in two, slicing through Adam's body with unstoppable force.

The next second, Adam's upper and lower body separated cleanly.

Letting out a heart-wrenching scream, Adam—who prided himself as humanity's pinnacle—could not bear to remain exposed; he immediately activated his teleportation spell and vanished, his upper body alone.

So he never saw what happened several seconds later—the moment the "Golden Transmutation" spell faded—

Something fell from the sky, crashing violently onto the clock tower below.

A staggering explosion and shockwave erupted outward; from the point of impact, the ground rippled in visible waves. When the dust cleared, the entire landmark clock tower had been replaced by a crater like a meteor strike.

At the center of the crater stood a lifelike golden statue of a human form.

(End of Chapter)