Belmod sat in silence, the sting of his humiliating loss to Kahn still fresh in his mind. The shame threatened to consume him, the thought of being the Gods of Destruction community's laughingstock for the next 10,000 years gnawing at him. But as the bitter reality of his defeat settled in, his thoughts began to shift.
If Kahn wins the entire tournament… maybe my loss won't seem so disgraceful.
Belmod clung to this sliver of hope. If everyone fell before Kahn, his defeat would blend into the backdrop, no longer a singular mark of failure.
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In the arena, the tension was palpable. Kahn and Quitela had finished their trash-talking, their words hanging in the air like the calm before a storm.
Quitela's smirk faded as his energy flared to life, the arena trembling under the force of his power. His destructive energy rippled outward, distorting space itself. The gods watching leaned forward, their expressions grim. Quitela's power was on another level compared to Belmod's. Unlike Belmod, Quitela had mastered his Ultra Instinct, reaching a level that made him a formidable foe.
Among the gods, Quitela and Beerus were legendary—rivals who often dominated the Gods of Destruction rankings. For centuries, these two had been the pinnacle of power, their battles deciding the ultimate champion.
"Green-haired boy," Quitela taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance, "my Ultra Instinct has reached perfection. You're nothing more than a footnote in my journey to victory."
Kahn chuckled, his expression calm. "We'll see about that."
With those words, Kahn's aura exploded. A surge of purple energy flames erupted from his body, far surpassing what he had displayed against Belmod. The transformation was instantaneous, his power skyrocketing to a terrifying new height. His ultimate form was now unleashed, and the energy radiating from him felt like it belonged to a god of death.
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"How is this possible?" Champa stammered, his eyes wide. "He was barely at the peak of Ultra Instinct, and now he's… advanced? In just two days?"
Alice, the Angel of Universe 10, nodded in disbelief. "This level of growth in such a short time… It's unheard of. His mastery of Ultra Instinct rivals the most elite gods."
The gods murmured among themselves, shaken by what they were witnessing. Kahn's rise was unprecedented, his growth shattering the limits they thought impossible.
"Is he even human?" muttered one of the gods. "At this rate, he might surpass Beerus someday."
Kesi, the Angel of Universe 10, spoke with conviction. "Kahn has the talent to become the next God of Destruction. His understanding and potential are unmatched."
Rumsshi, the Angel of Universe 9, frowned but remained silent. As much as he despised Beerus, even he couldn't deny Kahn's meteoric rise. But another question lingered: Did Kahn even want to become a God of Destruction?
Kahn's goal was clear—he sought not just the title but the Great Gods of Destruction staff. His ambition aimed higher than anyone had anticipated.
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Quitela smirked as Kahn's transformation settled. "Not bad, yellow-haired boy. This might actually be fun."
Kahn's grin widened. "Let's see how you measure up to Beerus."
The battle erupted without warning. Quitela vanished, appearing behind Kahn with a lightning-fast kick. Kahn dodged in an instant, reappearing behind Quitela.
"Behind you," Kahn said calmly, swinging a devastating punch. Quitela twisted away, narrowly avoiding the blow.
"Not bad," Quitela snarled, counterattacking with incredible speed. "But you've shown your weakness!"
Kahn met him blow for blow, his reflexes sharper than ever. A well-placed punch landed squarely on Quitela's face, sending him flying across the arena.
"Too slow," Kahn teased.
Quitela roared, stabilizing himself mid-air. His destructive energy surged as he formed a massive purple energy blast above his head. The attack condensed with terrifying power before he hurled it at Kahn.
The blast detonated on impact, shaking the arena with its force. Smoke and debris filled the air, obscuring Kahn's figure.
"Is he… alive?" one of the gods asked nervously.
As the smoke cleared, Kahn's silhouette emerged, unscathed. His grin returned, wider than ever.
"Not bad, Quitela," Kahn said, his voice brimming with excitement. "But if that's the best you've got, this will be over quickly."
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The gods were stunned. Quitela, a top-tier destroyer, was struggling against a mortal. The battle had only begun, yet it was already clear—Kahn was no ordinary challenger.