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That night, the skies over West City were cloaked in heavy clouds, mirroring Bulma's mood.
Standing on the second-floor balcony of her home, Bulma propped her chin on her palm, staring into the dark night. Her voice carried a trace of frustration.
"My husband's been gone for two days now. When is he coming back?"
Vados, standing nearby, smiled warmly, her demeanor far more composed. "I think he'll return soon—perhaps even tomorrow."
Unlike Bulma, Vados wasn't worried. She knew exactly where Kahn had gone.
It was the centennial Gods of Destruction Summit.
Initially, Vados had been curious about why Whis had sought Kahn out so suddenly. But then, the timeline clicked—it had been 100 years since the last summit. As Whis escorted Kahn to the grand stage of the Gods of Destruction, Vados couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.
Kahn, standing on such a stage… it's remarkable.
Even if he didn't win, simply participating in the summit would be an invaluable experience for him. Still, a soft smile played on her lips as she gazed into the same cloudy sky.
"Dear," Vados murmured to herself, "I hope you shine brightly at this summit. Perhaps, you'll even claim victory…"
A thought crossed her mind—a wild, almost impossible dream. If Kahn could win and earn the recognition of the Great Staff of the Gods of Destruction, it would be a feat of legends. But she knew how difficult that was.
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Zeno's Palace
The Grand Priest stood tall, his staff glowing faintly as its crystal orb displayed the unfolding events of the summit.
"The champion of this year's summit seems clear," he mused.
For a first-time participant to rise to such heights was impressive. Though human, Kahn had demonstrated strength and resolve beyond expectation.
The Grand Priest's gaze softened slightly. This son-in-law of mine is surprising indeed. If Kahn could somehow make the Great Staff recognize him as its master, even the Grand Priest might fully accept him.
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The Gods of Destruction Summit
Kahn's powerful voice resonated across the arena, unwavering and commanding.
"I challenge all four of you—Champa, Jerez, Arack, Sidra. Face me together!"
Gasps echoed from the spectators. The gods exchanged stunned glances. Never in the history of the summit had anyone issued such a bold challenge.
"Is this kid insane?" Macarita mused with a smirk. "He's biting off more than he can chew."
The four challenged Gods of Destruction stared at Kahn, momentarily stunned by his audacity.
"He wants to fight all four of us at once?" Arack's voice carried a hint of incredulity.
Champa snorted, crossing his arms. "Does this kid have a death wish?"
Even the most powerful gods, like Beerus or Quitela, had never dared to challenge four opponents simultaneously. Yet here was Kahn, brimming with unshakable confidence.
"We seem to be underestimated," Jerez said coldly, stepping into the arena.
Arack and Sidra followed suit, their expressions grim.
"If we work together, he doesn't stand a chance," Champa added, joining the others.
The four formed a semicircle around Kahn, their combined auras radiating immense power.
Champa sneered. "You could've won this summit if you played it safe. But now? You'll be lucky to leave with your pride intact."
Jerez smirked. "If you lose, your points will drop to negative three. Say goodbye to the championship."
Kahn's reply was as calm as it was defiant. "I know what's at stake."
His gaze swept over his opponents, his aura burning brighter. "But I'll say this—five minutes. If any of you are still standing after five minutes, I'll admit defeat."
The audience fell silent.
Shock rippled through the gods in attendance.
"Five minutes?" one muttered. "Against four Gods of Destruction?"
"Is he mad? Or… is he really that confident?"
Even Whis, who rarely showed concern, rubbed his temples. "Kahn, you were so close to a guaranteed win. Why must you always take such risks?"
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On the arena, the battle lines were drawn.
The four Gods of Destruction unleashed their power simultaneously, their combined energy shaking the very fabric of the summit's space.
But Kahn remained unfazed. His aura flared, the ground beneath him cracking from the sheer force.
As the battle began, it became clear: Kahn wasn't just talking big. He was ready to back up every word.