The arena buzzed with an electrifying tension as Kahn, the Seventh Universe's candidate, squared off against Belmod , the Eleventh Universe's God of Destruction. A showdown between a mortal and a deity was rare—unprecedented even—and yet, here Kahn stood, defying the natural order of the cosmos.
Belmod , known for his ostentatious demeanor and clown-like attire, had ruled for a mere 2.4 million years—a blink in the lifespan of a god. Among the pantheon of deities, he was far from the strongest. Even mortals like Jiren, his universe's pride, had eclipsed him in sheer power. Yet today, Belmod clung to his pride, unwilling to concede to a mortal challenger.
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"You don't belong here," Belmod sneered, his expression marred by equal parts anger and desperation. "You're just a speck of dust in the eyes of the gods!"
Kahn didn't flinch. His purple aura roared around him like a living storm, casting an ominous glow across the arena. "A speck of dust? Maybe. But this dust just wiped the floor with you."
Belmod 's face twisted in fury as he raised his arms, summoning a massive sphere of destructive energy. Its pulsating core radiated raw, annihilating power, shaking the very foundations of the arena. With a primal scream, he hurled the energy directly at Kahn, determined to obliterate him.
The gods leaned forward, their eyes narrowing as the sphere collided with Kahn. The resulting explosion engulfed the entire arena in a blinding light, its shockwave reverberating through the cosmos.
As the light dimmed and the dust settled, Belmod allowed himself a victorious smirk. But that smirk evaporated when Kahn emerged from the chaos, unscathed, his expression cold and unyielding.
"That's all you've got?" Kahn asked, tilting his head mockingly.
Belmod 's confidence wavered, but his desperation only grew. He charged forward, fists wreathed in destructive energy. This time, he would rely on brute force.
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Kahn waited, his body calm but poised like a coiled spring. As Belmod closed in, Kahn moved—a blur of speed and precision. He sidestepped Belmod 's strike effortlessly, delivering a devastating counterpunch to the god's stomach.
The impact was catastrophic. Belmod 's eyes bulged as the air was forcibly expelled from his lungs. A shockwave rippled outward, and his body was launched into the air, trailing streams of purple energy.
"Puff!" Belmod coughed violently, blood spraying from his lips. His form spun uncontrollably before slamming into the edge of the ring.
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The gods watched in stunned silence. Even the most seasoned deities struggled to comprehend what they had just witnessed.
"This... is unprecedented," murmured Quitela, his normally snide tone subdued.
"That clown's not much to brag about," Champa scoffed, though a flicker of unease crossed his face. "But still… for a mortal to do this?"
Beerus, arms crossed, smirked faintly. "I told you. The Seventh Universe doesn't play around."
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In the ring, Belmod struggled to his feet, his body battered but his will unbroken. "You… you won't defeat me!" he roared, summoning every ounce of energy left in his being. His aura flared, but it was unstable, flickering like a candle in the wind.
Kahn advanced, his steps measured, his gaze unyielding.
"You're already beaten, Belmod ," Kahn said, his tone devoid of sympathy. "Stop embarrassing yourself."
Belmod screamed, lunging at Kahn with reckless abandon. But it was futile. With blinding speed, Kahn intercepted him, grabbing his wrist mid-attack and twisting it with such force that Belmod howled in pain.
"You call yourself a god," Kahn sneered, pulling Belmod closer. "But even your strongest moves can't scratch me. Face it, Belmod —you're a disgrace."
With that, Kahn drove his knee into Belmod 's chest, sending him hurtling into the air once more.
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The fight ended decisively. Belmod 's broken form crashed out of the ring, his body slumped in defeat. The gods stared, their expressions a mixture of awe and disbelief.
"Seventh Universe's God of Destruction candidate, Kahn, wins," Dragon God Zalama's voice echoed, signaling the match's conclusion.
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Kahn returned to his platform, his aura subdued but his presence no less commanding. Whis greeted him with a proud smile.
"Magnificent work, Mr. Kahn," Whis said. "You've proven yourself in a way few could imagine."
Kahn shrugged, his tone modest. "It's not over yet. There's still more to do."
"Indeed," Whis replied. "But you should know this: no candidate in the history of the Gods of Destruction Summit has ever progressed past the first round. You've already made history."
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As the arena was restored, Kahn turned his attention inward. He had yet to call upon his system since arriving at the summit.
"System," he thought. "Sign me in."
A familiar chime rang in his mind.
[Ding!] Host has signed in at the Gods of Destruction Summit. Rewards received: Immortality and Advanced Ultra Instinct.
Kahn's eyes lit up. Immortality—the ultimate safeguard. With it, he was untouchable, free from the constraints of time and death.
But it was the second reward that truly intrigued him. Advanced Ultra Instinct—Ultra Instinct an ability that amplified his strength based on his fighting spirit. The more he fought, the stronger he became, now he got it's advanced version.
Kahn smirked, his confidence surging. With these gifts, he wasn't just a contender. He was a force of nature, destined to dominate the summit and leave his mark on history.
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As the second match began, Kahn's gaze remained fixed on the arena. He wasn't just watching—he was learning, preparing for the battles to come.
And though the other gods might not admit it, they felt it too. Kahn was no ordinary challenger. He was a rising storm, one that no amount of divine power could hope to stop.