As Kahn's Space Annihilation Cannon collided with the combined destructive energy of Champa, Arack, Jerez, and Sidra, a cataclysmic shockwave erupted, threatening to annihilate everything in its wake. The violent energy rippled outward, causing the very fabric of the arena to tremble and distort.
The Angels watching from the stone platform swiftly erected protective barriers, shielding themselves and the remaining spectators from the devastating blast.
Inside these shields, the Gods of Destruction and their attendants stared intently at the center of the collision, where the swirling energies clashed in a blinding dance of purple and black. Violent lightning erupted from the epicenter, illuminating the entire arena in terrifying bursts.
"Unbelievable…!" murmured one of the gods. "This is a stalemate?"
"To match the power of four Gods of Destruction single-handedly—this Kahn is no ordinary being!"
The spectators whispered in awe, their shock palpable. Many wondered when the Seventh Universe had nurtured a mortal capable of such monstrous strength.
If this was Kahn's power as a mere candidate for God of Destruction, they couldn't imagine what heights he'd reach if granted the full mantle of destruction.
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In the sky, the two clashing forces showed no signs of relenting. Energy flared violently as both sides poured everything they had into the confrontation.
"This isn't good!" Champa growled. "If this continues, we'll lose!"
"Stop whining and focus!" snapped Arack. "We need more power!"
Reluctantly setting aside their pride and hidden agendas, the four Gods of Destruction drew on every ounce of their energy, unleashing their full might into the combined destructive wave.
As their power surged, the Space Annihilation Cannon began to waver, shrinking slightly under the relentless assault.
"The tide is turning!" one god exclaimed, their voice trembling with excitement.
But Kahn was far from finished.
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Hovering high above the arena, Kahn's glowing purple eyes reflected unwavering determination.
"Not so fast!" he growled, his voice cutting through the roar of energy.
With a burst of raw power, Kahn infused more energy into the Space Annihilation Cannon. The massive vortex expanded once more, regaining stability and even beginning to push back the combined attack of the four gods.
"What… how is his energy increasing?!" Sidra gasped, his expression turning grim.
Kahn's aura burned brighter and fiercer than ever, showing no signs of exhaustion.
Time seemed to slow as the stalemate dragged on. Minute by minute, the gods' energy waned. Their once-mighty destructive wave faltered, their power all but spent.
In stark contrast, Kahn's energy only grew stronger, his unrelenting might like an unyielding storm.
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"It's over," Kahn declared, his voice echoing like a divine decree.
With one final surge of power, the Space Annihilation Cannon swelled to an unimaginable size, its energy rippling with the force to rend dimensions apart.
The cannon overpowered the gods' combined energy in an instant, tearing through their attack and hurtling toward them with unstoppable momentum.
Champa, Arack, Jerez, and Sidra could do nothing but watch in despair as the massive vortex descended, consuming the space around it and shattering reality itself.
At that moment, the specter of death loomed over them.
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Just as the annihilation cannon was about to engulf the four gods, a voice of immense authority echoed across the battlefield.
"Champa, Arack, Jerez, and Sidra have lost. Kahn is the victor."
The voice belonged to the Dragon God Zalama, whose intervention was accompanied by a radiant nine-colored light. The divine illumination halted the Space Annihilation Cannon in its tracks, disintegrating it entirely.
The same light mended the shattered space, restoring the arena to its pristine state.
The four Gods of Destruction collapsed onto the ring, their faces pale with fear. The brush with death had left them shaken to their cores.
"Lord Zalama… intervened?" one of the gods whispered, awestruck.
"In nearly two million summits, this has never happened before!"
For the first time in history, the Dragon God himself had taken action during a summit—a testament to the unprecedented nature of Kahn's power.
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As Kahn descended back into the ring, the once-boastful Gods of Destruction cast wary glances in his direction, their fear palpable.
"Even with the four of us combined, we couldn't beat him," Arack muttered bitterly. "I abstain."
Sidra nodded in defeat. "I have no chance. I abstain as well."
Champa crossed his arms and snorted. "Tch, fine! You can have this one." With that, he retreated to the platform of the Sixth Universe, visibly shaken.
With his victory over Quitela earlier and now the combined efforts of the four gods, Kahn's total points soared to an unmatched five, making him the undisputed champion of the summit.
The audience erupted into murmurs of disbelief and awe.
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From the stone platform, Whis watched with pride as Kahn stood alone in the ring, his aura radiant and kingly.
"For so long, the Seventh Universe has struggled for recognition," Whis said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "But Kahn… he has elevated us to new heights."
Kahn's victory wasn't just a win for himself but a testament to the strength and potential of the Seventh Universe. With his triumph, Kahn had shattered records and left an indelible mark on the summit's history.
The arena stood in silent reverence as Kahn, now champion, basked in the glory of his hard-fought victory.