The arena was deathly silent, save for the hum of crackling energy filling the air. The gods watched with a mix of curiosity and skepticism as Kahn stood, his purple aura flickering around him like a living flame. His eyes locked onto Belmod's, unflinching and filled with resolve.
Belmod chuckled, the sound carrying an edge of disdain. "A mere candidate thinks he can challenge me? Let me teach you the difference between us."
Kahn didn't respond. His energy flared, causing the arena beneath him to tremble. The gods leaned forward slightly, intrigued by his defiance.
With a flick of his wrist,Belmod summoned a shimmering energy sphere around Kahn, trapping him mid-air. The pressure inside was immense, bending the very light around it. Kahn was motionless, suspended like a fly in amber.
"Got you," Belmod sneered, raising his hand. A cascade of crimson energy blasts formed at his fingertips before surging toward the sphere. The explosions were deafening, each strike adding to the blinding storm of light.
Dust and smoke billowed from the impact, obscuring the sphere entirely. When the dust began to settle, the gods murmured among themselves.
"Well, that's that," Quitela said with a dismissive wave. "A candidate trying to play with the big boys? What a waste of time."
"Hmph," Champa added, arms folded. "Belmod didn't even have to try."
But as the smoke cleared, a figure emerged. Kahn floated effortlessly, his arms crossed, his aura intact. His clothes were singed, but his body remained untouched.
Belmod's smirk faltered. His eyes widened as Kahn's aura surged, growing denser and more menacing with every passing moment.
"That all you've got?" Kahn asked, his voice calm yet cutting. "You're going to need more than party tricks if you want to stop me."
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Belmod's face twisted in rage, and he lunged forward, a glowing energy blade forming in his hand. He swung it down with the force of a meteor, aiming to split Kahn in half.
But Kahn didn't move.
Instead, he raised one hand, catching the blade mid-swing. The air screamed as the two forces collided, but Kahn's grip held firm. Sparks erupted from the point of contact, the blade trembling as Kahn's energy overwhelmed it.
With a flick of his wrist, Kahn shattered the blade like glass.
Belmod stumbled back, his expression a mix of shock and fury. "Impossible!"
Kahn didn't give him time to recover. In a flash, he was in front of Belmod, his fist connecting with the god's abdomen.
The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the arena, cracking the ground beneath their feet. Belmod coughed violently, his breath stolen by the force of the blow.
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The gods watched in stunned silence, their previous skepticism replaced with unease.
"How is this even possible?" murmured Sidra. "He's just a candidate!"
Whis smirked, his hands clasped behind his back. "Kahn isn't 'just' anything. This is the result of intense training and sheer determination."
"Or sheer insanity," Marcarita said, her eyes narrowing. "But I'll admit, this is... impressive."
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Belmod roared, his aura flaring with raw destructive energy. He lashed out with a series of rapid strikes, each one powerful enough to level a planet.
But Kahn dodged every blow with ease, his movements fluid and precise. To the spectators, it looked as though he was toying with Belmod.
"Is this the strength of a God of Destruction?" Kahn taunted, sidestepping another wild swing. "I expected more."
Belmod growled, unleashing a massive energy wave that engulfed Kahn in its fiery embrace. The wave tore through the arena, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.
The gods shielded their eyes from the blinding light, waiting for the smoke to clear.
When it did, Kahn stood unscathed, his aura burning brighter than ever.
"My turn," he said.
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Before Belmod could react, Kahn closed the distance between them. His fist collided with Belmod's face, sending the god hurtling backward. The sound of the impact echoed like a thunderclap, and Belmod crashed into the arena wall with enough force to shatter it.
Kahn didn't let up. In a blur of motion, he appeared above Belmod, slamming a knee into his chest. The god's body crumpled from the force, and he was sent spiraling into the ground.
The impact created a massive crater, dust and debris flying in every direction.
Belmod tried to rise, but Kahn was already there, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him effortlessly into the air.
"You wanted to teach me a lesson?" Kahn asked, his voice low and dangerous. "Then pay attention, because I'm about to show you what real power looks like."
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With a roar, Kahn spun Belmod around and slammed him into the ground repeatedly, each impact shaking the entire arena.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The gods watched in horrified silence as Belmod, one of the strongest among them, was reduced to little more than a ragdoll in Kahn's hands.
Finally, Kahn released him, letting Belmod's battered body collapse into the dirt.
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The arena was silent. Even Quitela, who had been smirking moments earlier, now looked uneasy.
"This... this is insane," murmured Belmod, his usual composure shaken.
Whis smiled faintly. "Kahn isn't just a candidate. He's the future of Universe 7."
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Kahn stepped back, his gaze sweeping over the other gods. "Is this the best you have to offer? If so, I'm disappointed."
He turned to Belmod, who lay motionless in the crater. "You thought you could crush me, but look at you now. You're nothing but a stepping stone."
With that, Kahn walked away, his aura flickering as he suppressed his power.
The gods exchanged uneasy glances, each of them now acutely aware of one thing: Kahn wasn't just a challenger. He was a force of nature, one that could not be ignored.