The Arena: Determining the Outcome
The battle was poised to begin.
Champa, Jerez, Arack, and Sidra exchanged tense glances before positioning themselves around Kahn, encircling him in a strategic formation.
"Do you think the four of you together will be enough?" Kahn said with a smirk, utterly unfazed.
He stomped his foot, and a torrent of blazing purple energy erupted around him like a roaring dragon, radiating destructive waves that shook the arena.
The expressions of the four Gods of Destruction shifted dramatically.
Within the storm of purple flames, they sensed an overwhelming threat. Without hesitation, they retreated, unwilling to take any risks.
But Kahn didn't allow them a moment to recover. In a flash, he surged forward, his sights locked on Champa.
"Why me?!" Champa yelped, his eyes wide in disbelief.
Kahn's lips curled into a teasing grin. "Consider yourself lucky."
"Don't underestimate me!" Champa roared, his pride stung. He clenched his fists, throwing a punch straight at Kahn's face.
Kahn didn't flinch. Instead, he met Champa's fist head-on.
BOOM!
The collision sent shockwaves rippling across the arena. Champa grunted as the sheer force of Kahn's punch numbed his arm, sending him spiraling toward the ground at a sharp angle.
"There's an opening!"
Seizing the moment, Arack and Sidra launched a coordinated attack from behind. Sidra unleashed an arrow imbued with destructive energy, its fiery purple trail cutting through the air toward Kahn.
Without even glancing back, Kahn twisted in mid-air, effortlessly dodging the projectile.
"Didn't I say this earlier?" Kahn's voice boomed across the arena as he hovered above the gods. His purple eyes glinted with a dangerous resolve. "Five minutes. That's all I need. If even one of you remains standing by then, I'll accept defeat."
He raised his hands, palms facing outward. Energy began to condense rapidly, forming a swirling vortex of purple destruction.
The spectators gasped in awe and terror as the vortex grew larger and more unstable, its energy fluctuations causing cracks to ripple through the arena's space.
"What… what kind of power is this?!" one god stammered.
"Is he just a candidate for the role of God of Destruction?" another whispered in disbelief.
In the stands, even Beerus and Quitela, veterans of countless battles, narrowed their eyes.
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In the Arena
Champa and the others felt the crushing weight of Kahn's energy bearing down on them. Cold sweat trickled down Champa's temple.
"This guy… he's serious about finishing us all in one move," he muttered.
Sidra's expression was grim. "If we don't act together, we're done for."
Arack, calm but tense, crossed his arms. "This is no ordinary attack. We'll need all our power to counter it."
The gods had no choice but to combine their strengths.
Kahn, floating high above, looked down with an icy gaze. His voice thundered across the battlefield:
"If you can take this, I'll concede defeat. Otherwise, this ends now!"
He extended his arms fully, channeling his energy into the vortex. Its rotation accelerated, distorting the surrounding space with dark red lightning flashing across its surface.
"Space Annihilation Cannon!"
Kahn roared as the massive energy attack—three meters in diameter and radiating destruction—hurtled downward, shattering the very fabric of space as it traveled.
The gods below felt the ground beneath them quake as the annihilation cannon tore through the air.
"Together! We don't have another choice!" Sidra shouted, snapping the others out of their shock.
The four Gods of Destruction combined their energies, unleashing a massive wave of destruction to intercept Kahn's attack. Their collective power coalesced into an enormous, blinding sphere of energy, surging upward to meet the incoming cannon.
BOOM!
The collision of the two forces was cataclysmic. The arena trembled violently as shockwaves erupted, sending debris and blinding light flying in all directions. The very fabric of the arena's space fractured, leaving jagged cracks where the energies met.
The audience held their breath, eyes wide with both awe and terror.
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When the light subsided and the dust began to settle, the battlefield revealed the outcome of Kahn's daring gamble.
Did his annihilation cannon break through their combined might, or did the Gods of Destruction manage to hold their ground?
The answer, etched into the devastated arena, would define the summit—and Kahn's legacy—forever.