Chapter 110: The Unit of Combat Power, The Passage of Time
"For example, when it comes to ordinary lifeforms, we prefer to list a simple base value—like 1!"
"It takes under 10,000 to reach level 2, from ten thousand to a hundred million for level 3…"
Lin Qi was a bit dumbfounded. "Isn't that too huge a leap? Based on your scaling, a power level of one hundred million and 99.99 billion would still fall under the same unit!"
"Yes, because in our view, the unit is the core reference point. For example, your combat power is similar to Lord Beerus's, both falling within unit 10—that's the range between Gou (10³²) and Jian (10³⁶)."
"…I've never bothered to calculate any of this!" Cold sweat dripped from Lin Qi's forehead. Normally, being familiar with numbers past a trillion is already impressive!
Let alone knowing what comes after that:
Jing (10¹⁶), Gai (10²⁰), Zi (10²⁴), Rang (10²⁸), Gou (10³²), Jian (10³⁶), Zheng (10⁴⁰), Zai (10⁴⁴), Ji (10⁴⁸),
Heng He Sha (10⁵²), A Ceng Zhi / Asamkhya (10⁵⁶), Na You Ta / Nayuta (10⁶⁰),
Bu Ke Si Yi / Inconceivable (10⁶⁴), Wu Liang / Immeasurable (10⁶⁸).
"In simple terms, the Super Saiyan 4 form is nearly perfect—it sits around 7 to 8 on the scale. Your white-haired transformation is roughly between 8 and 9."
Whis smiled at Lin Qi, deliberately not exposing the intelligence level of Saiyans. "By that logic, 18 would represent an immeasurably vast number."
"Damn… So the Grand Priest's level is 18?" Lin Qi clicked his tongue twice. He hadn't realized the gap between himself and the pinnacle of godhood was still so vast.
"Not necessarily. After all, 18 also symbolizes the 18 universes—it's an ultimate extreme," Whis said with a slight shake of his head. "Besides, I've never witnessed Father's full strength."
"Then do I have to transform into Super Saiyan 10 to reach that level?" Lin Qi frowned as he began mentally calculating his combat power.
"I'll need to see your transformation multipliers before I can accurately estimate. Otherwise, I can't be sure Saiyans can even reach 100 times that level."
Whis looked at him with keen interest. "From your base form to Super Saiyan 1, that's a 50x multiplier."
"Right…" Lin Qi nodded and thought for a moment, then began calculating, "Super Saiyan 2 is a 100x boost; if we go by its peak, that's about 150x."
"I rarely use Super Saiyan 3, but I estimate it's about four times that of Super Saiyan 2. So that's 400x in base, maybe 600x at its limit!"
"Then your Super Saiyan 4 should be at least 8x stronger than Super Saiyan 3. At peak, it could reach 16x. And this so-called 'beyond Super 4' form?"
"By Super Saiyan 5, you're following an exponential pattern. That's roughly 1,638,400x in base. At its peak, maybe over 3,000,000!"
"Okay, okay, stop—just stop…"
Lin Qi instantly raised a hand like Er Kang, his mouth twitching wildly. "So if I reach Super Saiyan 7, how much would that be? Could I beat you?"
"Super 5 clocks in at 4,294,960,000... base Super 7 would be around 70,368,744,000,000... about 10 Jing times that." Whis rattled off the numbers, leaving Lin Qi drenched in sweat.
"Nope… Still not enough. But barely getting close."
Whis's serene smile at the end made Lin Qi feel utterly defeated… What the hell?! Even Super Saiyan 7 wasn't enough to beat Whis???
Then wouldn't he need to reach Super Saiyan 8?!
"Give me a minute…" Lin Qi felt like his mind was drowning in an ocean of chaotic Arabic numerals.
After a brief pause, Lin Qi had more or less recovered. He clenched his fists once again and assumed a battle stance.
"Even though all that's a bunch of nonsense, my original aspiration—to become stronger—will never change… Hah-ya!"
"I'm coming, Whis!"
A thunderous roar erupted as Lin Qi's aura flared violently. A seemingly unstoppable straight punch blasted toward Whis.
Time passed. Reaching the summit of martial arts had become Lin Qi's primary pursuit. Besides, there wasn't much left on Earth that needed his attention.
Goku's growth didn't require his involvement—Kakarot had plenty of masters of his own!
Since his last visit to Earth, five years had quietly gone by.
It was true what they said: "In training, years feel like days." By the time he came to his senses, the world had already changed.
Five years wasn't long, but it wasn't short either. Lin Qi had not only reached the peak of martial arts but had even mastered Ultra Instinct.
His sparring sessions with Whis had come a long way—from not even being able to touch a strand of Whis's hair, to now barely brushing his robe.
His Super Saiyan 6 form had been stuck at a bottleneck for five years now. He hadn't yet reached the next transformation, but Lin Qi wasn't in a rush.
The road of cultivation was all about steady progress. Maybe one day, under the right circumstances, he'd suddenly break through to Super Saiyan 7?
Of course, he'd never admit he was getting impatient. Nor would he mention how many times he'd been beaten senseless by Whis, draining nearly half a jar of Senzu Beans...
He'd never say something like that out loud!
"All done eating…" Whis put down his chopsticks and looked at the now-ravaged table, with only a few scraps of hotpot ingredients left.
"You've already mastered Ultra Instinct—why haven't you returned to Lord Quitela?"
"It's boring over there. The Fourth Universe doesn't have any worthy fighters. At least staying with you, I still have room to grow!"
As Lin Qi spoke, his chopsticks moved so fast they left afterimages. In the blink of an eye, the table had been swept completely clean.
Even the hotpot broth was gone!
"Besides, I go back once a year to bring him stuff—Quitela's happy about that."
"Stay if you want. But since you've mastered Ultra Instinct, why not maintain it all the time?" Whis asked curiously as he glanced at Lin Qi, who was currently in his base form.
"Simple… My goal is to walk the path of the Saiyans. If I maintain Ultra Instinct all the time, wouldn't that make me like the Angels?" Lin Qi said while picking his teeth.
"Then why learn it at all?" Whis genuinely didn't get Lin Qi's logic.
"There's a saying from my world: 'It never hurts to have too many skills.'" Lin Qi replied, chomping on a toothpick with zero regard for appearances.
After polishing off everything, Lin Qi patted his bulging stomach and asked with satisfaction, "Hey, the food I give you—you sneak some to Vados, don't you?"
"What's the problem? She's my sister!" Whis responded calmly, showing not a trace of guilt.
"What you give me becomes mine. What I do with my own stuff… Do I need your permission?"
Lin Qi rolled his eyes—he was just making casual conversation. Why'd Whis get all riled up? Where'd that refined elegance go?
"Fine, fine… I'll go find more gourmet treats for you, alright?" Lin Qi stood up, brushed off his pants, and prepared to leave.
Just then, he noticed the magical orb atop Whis's staff glowing and flickering beside him.
Following Lin Qi's gaze, Whis picked up the staff and activated the communicator. Vados's image appeared on the other end.
"My dear little brother, I have some bad news for you! But since you've given me so many goodies, I'll soften the blow."
Lin Qi leaned in with curiosity, but Vados's face soon disappeared—replaced by one devastated, lifeless planet after another.
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