The Final Battle Between Two Universes Continue...
*BOOM!*
The ear rattling sound of a collision echoed throughout the void, almost as if the vibrations spread out endlessly until it settle down to a faint whisper. The cause of this would normally be described as two unimaginable forces crashing into each other unexpectedly. However, the real cause was the clash of Goku, Vegeta, and Jiren's fist at full speed. The two on one brawl was what everyone would have expected. Both Goku and Vegeta were unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks while Jiren continued to be on the defensive, landing in some blows when he would catch whim of one of them trying to maneuver around him. For instance, Goku vanished and appeared behind the gray warrior with a karate chop aimed at his neck. Before he could throw it, Jiren back fist him right in the nose before kicking him hard in the stomach while catching Vegeta punch without looking. Goku skid back a bit, though, through pure tenacity, he dashed in and slid beneath Jiren's feet, kicking one of his legs off balance. The gray warrior tilted for a second, opening up his guard for the Prince to hurl a thundering punch shroud in his aura towards him. He crossed his arms, blocking the punch while energy shrouding the Prince's fist flared upon contact. Vegeta groaned, his fist not even making a budge against Jiren nigh-invulnerable defenses until some extra force was added. Immediately, Goku flipped himself onto his feet, his motion turning and twisting into a punch that would ram itself into Jiren guard as well. Now, there were two aura flaring side by side of each other as the Saiyans roared in unity. Jiren gritted his teeth, his feet sliding against the ground before he lost his footing.
Before he knew it, the gray warrior was rocketed through numerous boulders, the faint energy trail fading as an after effect. Vegeta clenched his fist and flared his aura even more, squatting as he got ready to chase him, "Don't let up, keep on the attack, Kakarot!". The Prince rushed in straight ahead with no attempt of letting up on offense.
"Right!" Goku agreed, rushing in behind him. As they close the distance, Jiren blew the smoke away with a strong wave of his arm and began unleashing a barrage of energy punches. Goku and Vegeta's eyes widened before morphing into one of determinations. Coordinately, the Saiyan duo swiftly dodged each of the energy punches without bumping into each other until they eventually closed the distance completely. Jiren caught on quickly, blocking the roundhouse from Vegeta that was coming from the left side. While occupied with that, the gray warrior caught Goku punch that was also going for his gut, however, at the last second, he saw Vegeta's other leg coming towards his chin. Narrowly he dodged by tilting his head backwards, the kick only grazing his chin slightly. While he was distracted, Goku and Vegeta spun around and threw two symmetrical side kicks towards Jiren's gut. The prideful universe 11 warrior groaned a bit, blocking the two kicks that would push him back a considerable amount. His feet skid and for once, Jiren actually felt a slight ting in his arms, "Their strikes are more sharp and define...". All of a sudden, Goku and Vegeta leaped into the air, gaining the two warrior's attention.
Goku brought his hands together quickly, the blue orb forming immediately and roared as he fired it, "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!". At the same time Vegeta did the same, his eyes glistening as he took aim at his target.
"FINAL FLASHHHHH!" Vegeta roared loudly. Their beams were fired side by side before combining into a larger one.
Jiren clenched his fist as his eyes reflected the light of the blast coming towards him. Intensively, he focused his energy into his fist, causing them to glow a flaming red before he straight up punched the blast into a large explosion that would cloud the area. Unknowingly, Vegeta and Goku landed next to each other, their auras calming down while they tried to access whether or not the attack landed or not. Slowly, the dust would reveal that they were far from done. Jiren remain standing without a scratch on his body and no signs of fatigue showing while his fist oozed off flaming red steam. Vegeta spit some blood to the side, "Tch, tough bastard. Even after all that he's still not out of breath."
Everyone watched with intense focus due to the fact that the fight was getting harder and harder to track by each second. Zugo crossed his arms and let out a sigh, "These new power-ups are at least making it look like they can contend for a bit. In fact, maybe they could actually win this...".
"Hmmm, I beg to differ...," Whis disagreed, gaining the attention of everyone else. The angels eyes reflected some light for a second as he gave his intuition, "Goku-san and Vegeta-san are both exceptionally experienced and gifted warriors. That and added the fact that they both have now powered up considerably would make mostly anyone quiver under the pressure alone. However, the only reason why they are able to put up such a fight was because of their team work.".
"Wait, are you saying those two on one spars actually forced them to work together?!" Beerus spatted, not believing that the pointless training that he watched over the years actually paid off.
Whis nodded, "I guess so, though it was a means to overcome their weaknesses they actually managed to develop chemistry in terms of fighting together. This would mean that they both could make up on what the other lacks when put against absurdly powerful opponents. However, in this situation, I don't think that strategy would last long in this type of scenario.". The angel's eyes narrowed, giving off an ominous, serious vibe to eat that made everyone sweat for a second. They all turned back to the arena to watch, hoping to catch a glimpse of what he might be hiding.
Meanwhile, Goku began to stretch his arm and shoulder as he began to get ready for round two while Vegeta stood beside him, ready to charge in whenever he saw an opening. Jiren cracked his neck casually, his eyes curious of what his opponents were thinking at this moment. He thought about it for a second and then reconciled that it was obvious. They made it clear that they weren't backing down and that the only thing on their mind was defeating him. As if he was a testament or wall that must be knocked down. He blinked once, his eyes soon reflecting the image of the two Saiyans before him, "I'll admit, you two have drastically improved. But, that won't be enough to defeat me if that's as far as you can go...". Vegeta stepped forward, raising his clenched fist before pulling it to his waist, his aura flaring as a signal for Goku to get ready to charge.
"Is that so? Well then, you won't be disappointed then cause we can still go even higher!" Vegeta roared, charging in alongside Goku. Jiren did the same, lunging towards them until they inevitably clashed in the middle so fast that a blind light enveloped that section of the stage.
Somewhere Near The Blinding Light Of The Fight Between Jiren And The Saiyans...
Dyspo watched the clash first hand while he stood on top of a desolate rock, the light fading to reveal nothing as it was replaced with loud booms from different parts of the area. He smirked, having confidence in Jiren's ability to take on two of the strongest fighters in universe 7, "Looks like things are getting heated on Jiren's end. I better wrap things up so I can have a bit of chill time.". Frieza stared up at him, just faintly overhearing what he just said.
"Did I hear you correctly? If you want this to be done and over with then just jump off the stage and save me the trouble," Frieza suggested coldly, not taking much of a likely to be so easily forgotten.
Dyspo eyes him dangerously, smirking even despite being in front of someone as evil as Frieza, "I'm sorry, but I don't take orders from someone as vile as you!". He rushed at the emperor with his blind speed, the distance between them dissipating faster than it took for a heavy ball to hit the ground. In a blink of an eye, the two exchanged fists at rapid speeds, the afterimages of their punches coming and going as they engaged in speedy combat. Dyspo eventually punched Frieza's away, the force being nullified due to his quick reflexes to block. The light speed warrior snickered, chasing him with a trail of smoke left behind him. Before he got close, he changed his direction to circle around him, forcing Frieza to stop himself so he doesn't get struck in the back. The emperor looked around him to see a ring of afterimages surrounding him, his eyes searching for the real one. Slowly, the afterimages began to glow until suddenly it started to close and grow small. With little time to react, Frieza was inevitably caught in the ring as it wrapped around him: squeezing his arms together tightly. In that instant, Dyspo stopped running circles around Frieza and stopped momentarily in front of him.
"Now how about that? Looks like I am not all simple minded after all, huh?!" Dyspo mocked, unleashing a barrage of punches all over Frieza's body. The emperor gagged in pain, the pummeling he was receiving causing him to cough up some blood. Dyspo then kicked him hard in his stomach, crashing him into the side of a boulder with enough force to crate a large crater behind him. Instantly, he was back on top of him, punching him over and over as he indented him deeper into the rock. He flipped away, laughing at how much fun he was having. The moment he landed on his feet, he extended his hand in front: spreading them out in fours as a pastel blue slight accumulated in front of him.
"I'd feel bad but since your evil and all, I really don't. Time for you to take a nap, Flash Cannon!" In a flash, his energy waves fired, rushing it's way to where the emperor was leaning and engulfed him in a destructive, dome-like explosion. The shockwaves blew multiple streams of dust in all directions while Dyspo watched the sight with folded arms. He was feeling confident that he defeated him with that attack, being cocky as he believed he had the upper hand in throughout the fight. But, he was proven dead wrong as the dome that supposedly encased the bastard glowed gold, a firing outline surrounding it as if it were the flames of the sun itself.
Dyspo's eyes grew wide, unable to fathom at what was going on, only muttering under his breath out of confusion, "What the...". Before he knew it, the dome grew larger for some reason, the flames spewing out with enough pressure to push Dyspo back. He shielded himself with his arms, regaining his footing to the ground as he stared into the bright, gold light. Inside the shadow that was somewhat unidentifiable but he knew that no one else could take his place. He knew that it was still Frieza who somehow survived such a brutal beating. Frieza took one step, causing the dome of energy that enveloped him to dispersed so violently, that the golden pulse of energy sent Dyspo flying along with the rubble around them. He crashed into a pile of debris, winded from the shockwave that hit him without warning. Quickly, he pushed the rubble off him to see what he had done. What he saw was something he'd etched into his mind, the smug and evil smile, his golden body as his skin turned purple. The red, glowing eyes burning onto him. And the immeasurable, menacing pressure he was emitting was something that most certainly couldn't have gone unnoticed. It was impossible. He stared, somewhat afraid of the power before him but stood his ground anyways, his heroic pride motivating him to keep on fighting. However, the moment he took his eyes off him, the moment he stood up and blinked, Frieza was gone. He searched around blindly, trying to figure out where he could of gone until he heard a voice from behind, "Peek-a-boo...".
The tone sent chills down his spine, his panicking habits instinctively turning around to try and slug him across the face but all he was met with was a fist bashing him hard in the area he was aiming for. Dyspo was sent flying, his back facing the ground until he flipped himself onto his feet. His face stung irritably, he eyes scrunching towards the ground due to the pain. Though, the image of the ground were soon replaced by the burning eyes of Frieza. Fear struck him once more as he felt him ram his fist into his gut. He gagged before being blown away through various sized pillars with a pulse of dark red energy that emitted from his fist. Dyspo screamed in agony, crashing into a dark green pillar that stood several feet away from where he was previously. He coughed out blood as he slowly raised his head, observing the bastard to be dusting off his arms and legs as if it were a piece of cake. After dusting himself off, he turned his eyes to the irritated pride trooper who was stumbling to his feet. He smugly mused at this, enjoying his struggles every second of the way, "How disappointing. All that talk earlier, that... bravado was put down in just mere seconds. How sad can you be to boast about your speed but you fail to keep up with me.". Dyspo growled, vanishing from his sights to try and strike him from behind. However, by the time he reappeared, Frieza was gone.
"Looking for me?" Frieza whispered into his ear. Instinctively, he leaped away, trying to keep his distance as he felt it was dangerous to approach him in close range combat. That was until reality hit him like a truck, quite literally. Frieza was already on his tail, smirking while he watched his expression morph into complete disbelief. With no time to dodge, simply because he wasn't fast enough to do so, Frieza grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the ground before tossing him into the side of a rock. Universe 11 watched in horror, seeing that the light speed warrior was not only getting outclassed in this fight but in speed as well. The speedy warrior struggled to stand once more, his eyes closed in deep thought. Frieza couldn't help but chuckle, "Still standing I see. You most certainly have a hero's heart. Now, go on, show me what little trump card you have left. I'll be sure to crush it as well.". Dyspo remained speechless, his anger seemingly coming to a boil.
"You want to see me at my best, right...?" He muttered, a fiery purple aura beginning to shroud him.
Frieza raised an eyebrow at the sudden change but waved it off with a smirk, "Did I stutter? Well, if your going to be in direct about it then I will just send you off!". He raised his fist with an evil grin on his face, his eyes burning into the speedy warrior as his arm soon plummeted towards his face. From the emperor's perspective it was all over until something shocking happened. Processing it slowly, his arm was deflected to the side, his eyes widening since he couldn't even perceive what happened for a second. Dyspo slowly looked up, his glare showing his visible anger rather bluntly.
He growled, biting his teeth while cocking his arm back, "Then how about I show you then!". With violent speed, Dyspo slammed his fist into Frieza's face, the golden emperor slide back a good amount of distance before coming to a stop. He was more confused than hurt, distracted enough to receive another blow to his stomach. Gagging, Frieza hunched over as Dyspo retracted his fist before uppercutting him in the chin, stunning him long enough for him to leap into the air to roundhouse kick him across the face without letting him touch the ground. Frieza hovered with his right arm facing the ground as he seemed to be hurling towards something, his mind somewhat stunned from trying to perceive his movements. In little time, Dyspo maintained the pressure and chased after him, grabbing his tail so he can take off sprinting again. Before Frieza knew it, he was slammed through numerous rocks over and over until he finally snapped out of his confusion and kicked the speed warrior in the chin. The blow was strong enough to set him free from his grasp, flipping upright before leaping away to gain some distance. Frieza roared, firing a bunch of energy blasts from his index finger. Though, this proved ineffective due to Dyspo's increased speed, his movements swiftly avoid the blasts until he got up close. From there, Frieza had no choice but to engage in hand to hand combat. The strikes came out quickly, revealing that this was no mere speed increase in terms of movement but also in combat speed as the emperor noticed his hands were coming out more blurrier than it was before, "What a nuisance...!".
They both disappeared from where they were standing, moving across the stage with rapid moves as they clashed blow for blow, eventually coming to a standstill as the ground shattered beneath them due to their sheer speed and power. Both of their fists were raised, ready to strike the other with deadly force but instead, they rammed into each other with immense friction. Several shockwaves echoed, becoming subtle until the ground was once again ripped apart. What caused this wasn't just that but also the following uppercut that connected with Frieza's chin. Now it was Universe 7's turn to be absolutely worried, though faintly, Frieza smirked. Meanwhile the Vermoud was chuckling at the turn of events, "I guess even the mighty Frieza is having trouble dealing with Dyspo when he is like this. I mean, not many people can keep up with Dyspo when he enters this state.". They all listened to what he said, somewhat taking it with a grain of salt at the tone he was using.
"They're so fast that it's almost impossible to keep up," Hudo noted, 21 nodding in agreement as she too was having trouble keeping track of the fight. Piccolo and Zugo sat in silence along with Beerus, noticing how odd it was for Frieza to smirk after taking such a heavy blow.
"He's up to something...," Piccolo noted with a muttered, his arms folded together while he watched closely to see what he was smirking about.
In the midst of the commotion, Frieza took the defensive almost purposely as Dyspo continued to pursue him with his endless barrage of quick punches and kicks. Frieza felt his feet move backwards one step at a time and with each step, his punches grew faster and faster until it reached its maximum, remaining at a constant pace so that Frieza wouldn't have any room for a counter attack. All eyes were glued onto what was going to happen next, none of them daring to look away though Vermoud was confident that Dyspo was going to win. Eventually, Frieza found himself backed against the wall, leaving him nowhere else to run. His expression was impassive, almost too calm at the predicament he was in. He took a glance at the light speed warrior rushing at him, his fist raised as if he was going to deal the finishing blow, "It's all over, I hope you like sitting in the stands!". In a flash of light, Dyspo's body was immersed into a stream of energy moving at immeasurable speeds. In a blink of an eye, the light closed the distance between them and seemingly collided into Frieza, causing a destructive and thundering explosion to echo throughout the arena. A large, mushroom like cloud of smoke blocked everyone's view, the climax of the fight hidden beneath it. Silence was the only thing to be heard as everyone in the arena stopped fighting to see what was going on. The moment seemed like an eternity, as if the secrets to the universe was unraveling before their very eyes. For universe 7 it was hope, the and odd kind as they were somewhat praying on Frieza victory, though they weren't going to lie that it was a disturbing thought. For universe 11 however, it was mostly patience on celebrating a victory due to their confidence in their ally. Their patience were soon rewarded as the dust cleared slowly. As it got clearer, they leaned forward to try a peek a faint glimpse of the results and what they saw was just breathtaking.
The first image that came through was the red stream of Ki, then the figure of Dyspo who looked hunched over until finally, the entire scene unraveled as Frieza's fist rammed into his gut with a red stream of Ki passing through. Everyone watched in shock, not sure as to what had happened besides the angels. The red energy faded as soon as Frieza extracted his fist from the speed warrior's stomach. His knees were shaking, threatening to buckle over on him as his eyes were wide with both surprise and pain. Frieza couldn't help but grin, laughing almost at his futile struggles to stand since it didn't take long for him to fall to his knees, "How unfortunate of you. That last attack looked like it was supposed to be a pretty heroic finishing move.". Dyspo slowly raised his head to shoot a glare at him, blood leaking out of the side of his mouth.
"Ho-How?!" Dyspo gagged, trying to speak over the pain he was feeling.
Frieza chuckled at his ignorance, "'How' you ask? Oh there are many answers to your question but let's start with your flaws. I thought I told you, your moves are too linear and easy to read. In fact I wasn't the first to tell you this, remember?". Dyspo growled at him since he was pretty much repeating himself.
"Get to the poi-GRAAAAGH!" Dyspo howled loudly, clutching his leg as Frieza shot a death beam into it.
"You should really let me finish, It's rude to interrupt. Now secondly, you foolishly believed that you had the upper hand this entire fight but failed to realize that I was leading you in to use your own speed against you. I tripled the damage since you were blindly rushing towards me with little to no strategy that it was as predictable as a children's book. All I had to do is wait," Frieza explained. Dyspo could only sit there and glare at him, not even muttering any remarks or arguments against his statement. I mean just look at him, he got outplayed pretty hard despite him having a speed advantage.
Frieza smirked, the last part giving him some amusement, "And lastly, you never had a chance the moment I decided to use 100% of my true speed in that one moment. This entire time I was faster than you in every shape of form.". Dyspo's eyes widened slowly at his words, the flashes of the battle becoming all to clear to him. He had to be lying, bluffing to try and get the satisfaction in making him angry. But, recalling everything up till now, if Dyspo was truly faster than Frieza then there would of been no way for him to dodge that last attack unless...he was. Dyspo looked up at the emperor's red eyes staring down at him, sweat trickling down the side of his face. Frieza couldn't help but start cackling loudly.
"Ohohohoh, do you finally get it?!" Frieza questioned him mockingly. Dyspo's temper flared, his body seemingly vanishing from the emperor's sight and moving behind him with his flaming purple aura. Frieza smirked, muttering to himself, "How boring...". Before Dyspo knew what hit him, Frieza rammed his elbow into his gut once more, this time incapacitating him to the point where he fell face first to the ground. He then picked him up by wrapping his tail around his neck and stared at his defeated figure.
"I used to have a subordinate who claimed to be the fastest in the universe. Though, he was naive because it was the only thing he could boast about. I didn't bother putting some sense into him because I would someday enjoy his suffering when he finds out the real truth that speed is not everything. You kind of remind me of him and I thank you for giving me memories of my glory days," Frieza smiled, his feign happy expression contrasting with his actions. He held his hand above Dyspo's stomach, generating a dark red energy blast that loomed over it. Dyspo started to squirm, desperately hoping that he could slip through somehow. But...it was pointless.
"Sayonara...Light speed warrior, Dyspo-sama..." Frieza said darkly. Dyspo squeaked in terror before he was blasted by the dark-red energy wave that extended across the arena. The sound of Dyspo's screaming echoed through the stage and silhouetted with the explosion that came soon afterwards. A large cloud of smoke extended out towards the edge of the ring, only to spew out the damaged warrior in a matter of seconds as he plummeted into the void: instantly teleported as soon as he reached a certain depth. Frieza dusted himself off, and smirked at his own handy work, "Now, time to see what the other monkeys are doing. I wonder if I can entertain myself some more...heheheh...".
With Kuzuku and Barabatos Current Situation...
Kuzuku was looking at the damage that Frieza had caused, deadpanned at the destruction caused, "Your friend seemed to have lost to that scumbag over there. It kinda makes me sick that I was actually hoping for him to win despite him nearly killing me last time.". Barabatos placed his hands on his hips, oddly leveled headed from the results.
"Eh, what do I care? Just to let you in on something, me and him don't quite get along very well. It's not my fault that he wasn't strong enough," Barabatos noted, his expression seemingly nonchalant.
Kuzuku eyed him closely, trying to figure out why he was so calm about the situation, his orange eyes shining a bit due to his battle senses beginning to ignite once more, "I see, but that only spells trouble for your team. The less people you have, the more reinforcements we can send to fight against Jiren.". Barabatos looked at him weirdly before chuckling to himself.
"Now who said we were all going to be taken out? Did you just write me off of your checklist without me actually being sent out of the ring...?" he smirked, his tone growing darker as his stance began to reform. Kuzuku noticed the aura starting to shroud him, taking his own position as well since he knew that the fighting was going to start up again. Barabatos soon had a wide smirk, baring his fangs as his eyes grew feral, "You and I started the same but walked down different paths. So I am wondering which of us is stronger now. The one who walked the path by relying on others, or the one who did everything in the means for living the next day. Don't you think it's rather exciting to find out, Kuzuku!". He cackled loudly, his hands shaped like claws at his sides before rushed forward. The Saiyan didn't back down, taking a quick step in to intercept him. By the time they both met each other, hands were being thrown, fists flying at inhuman speeds while each of them weaving under punch after punch. Trying to throw him his opponent off, the universe 11 pride trooper grinned widely, disappearing from the Saiyan's visuals as he dematerialized in his dark energy. In a matter of seconds he maneuvered his way behind the Saiyan, taking his back as he spun around to wind up a powerful roundhouse kick aimed towards his skull. However, once he showed materialized himself to hit the attack, Kuzuku had already noticed him, seeing that his orange eyes were locked on way before he even showed himself. With swiftness, Kuzuku ducked under the kick, hooking his hand around his adversary's leg to prevent him from turning completely around. Barabatos's eyes widened, quickly realizing that he was wide open when Kuzuku was getting ready to hurl a fist towards his chest. Hastily, he leaned his spine backwards, dodging the punch narrowly while flipping himself backwards to gain some distance. His feet soon planted on the side of a pillar, his hands touching the surface as if he were an animal on all fours. Ferociously, he leaped around the Saiyan by using the pillars that acted as a designated boundary. Kuzuku's eyes tried tracing him, trying to not lose track of the universe 11 warrior for not even a second.
"His movements and patterns have changed. It's like he's a completely different person now...," Kuzuku noted mentally. Though, being distracted in his thoughts left him wide open from behind as Barabatos was soon behind him in no time. He was surprised at how quickly he dropped his guard, turning quickly to put up a guard as he saw numerous punches flying at him at once. Barabatos cackled loudly, clearly enjoying himself in this fight for survival, "Wild Phantasmal Gatling!". The punches seemed to come one after another, each at a different angle than the previous one. Kuzuku felt his arms go numb, his lower body seemingly getting hit at times due to the unpredictability of his attack. There was a momentary pause in the barrage as Barabatos pulled back to wind up a powerful punch, his eyes glowing pure white like his fangs. The Saiyan quickly realized the danger in this next punch, his brain trying to tell his nervous system to command his muscles to move immediately. But, it was too late. The punch was flying at him at speeds that would make even Dyspo shiver a bit, it's force proving to be deadly. Once it connected, Kuzuku felt his arms starting to grow numb from the initial contact, his body seemingly pushed as Barabatos clearly was using the force of his fist to ram him into a wall, shattering the rock structure into pieces. The smoke cleared, revealing Kuzuku to have successfully fend off the punch.
"Amazing, you're just full of surprises!" Barabatos praised. They both broke away, leaving a shockwave behind. They both slid backwards, their feet used to stop them from moving any further via friction. The fight was fast paced, neither seeming to want to give the other room as they dashed at each other once more, a loud boom echoed throughout the arena as area was covered in smoke due to another explosion.
"Damn, it's just one thing after another. That guy, he's getting used to his new power fast," Zugo noted, sensing the ever so increasing power of Barabatos.
Whis nodded, somewhat impressed that he was able to notice, "It's to be expected. Normally when someone reaches a new plateau of power, they must train or experience it multiple times over to get the feel of it. But, Barabatos seems to have an automatic comfortability in his strength, probably because he's been through this process before...". The angels eyes darted over towards the god of destruction who was smiling despite his speed warrior suffering defeat next to him.
Meanwhile, numerous explosive debris erupted across the stage, revealing it to be the two warriors as they appeared in the above the arena. Barabatos smugly smirk, firing a barrage of energy blasts that forced the Saiyan to dive towards the ground, his body twisting to avoid any direct hits. Once he touched ground, Barabatos was chasing after him with a sadistic face, his fist plummeting towards him as it picked up wind. Kuzuku leapt away, allowing his punch to crack the ground beneath them. He smirked, his feet instinctively chasing him down before he could get away, "Trying to escape are we?!". In an instant, he re-used his Wild Phantasmal Gatling, his fist rushing at him before splitting into multiple counterparts once more. Kuzuku grimmed, the initial punch socking him so hard across the face that blood spewed out of his mouth. However, before the following barrage of punches could even touch the Saiyan, Kuzuku retaliated with a jaw breaking palm strike across the side of his chin through using the force from the blow he previously took, stunning him a bit.
"Looks like I lured you in!" Kuzuku shouted, spinning around to back fist him. Though, he widely miss as Barabatos disappeared below him, his sinister grin showing his fangs as his fist was clutched at his side. Dangerously, his fist hurled itself towards Kuzuku, the image of it reflecting off his eye as it drew closer. With quick thinking, Kuzuku lifted his knee high and pushed his arm away as soon as it got half way towards its course. Then, he took advantage of Barabatos's balance being disrupted from bringing his body's center of gravity upwards for the uppercut, leaping off one leg so he could roundhouse knee him in the side of his neck, Barabatos crackled in pain as his body was slammed hard into the ground as Kuzuku spun full circle to maximize the force. Once he came around, he was preparing a back breaking axe kick to finish him off, though, he soon noticed numerous tendrils shooting out of the ground. Before he could get caught, he kicked one of them away and used it to leap backwards.
The distance between was enough to get out of the potential hold, however, for some odd reason the area's floor was beginning to become covered in a black fog. The tendrils soon disappeared as the universe 11 warrior was stumbling to his feet. Kuzuku took his guard, though, he noticed that the last blow he'd given him was taking its toll. Barabatos glared at him, his eyes no longing shining white but the smirk was still there, "You're really giving me a hard time here, aren't ya.". Kuzuku remained silent, learning that dropping his guard for a second was going to bite him later. Barabatos shrugged, his eyes closed as he chuckled.
"I think I remember the reason as to why I wanted this power...," Barabatos muttered, his eyes revealing a deep sympathetic look to them that wasn't anywhere close to what he normally is. Kuzuku raised an eyebrow, though he didn't want to drop his guard as he might be trying to deceive him. Barabatos glanced down at his hands, "We're both orphans, right? So you must understand how it felt when looking up to higher ups in society, how they abuse their status to justify unjust actions. For me, I just wanted to drag them down off their pedestal and return the feeling back to them. That was also my motivation at that time. I took their wealth and power just so that I can make it my own. But, when I met Jiren and Toppo, I think I changed from there. That my way of doing things was plainly wrong and that the true way to enact justice is to become an unstoppable force that enforces it. That's why, I can't afford to lose until I reached that state!". His ki flared, the black fog growing thicker and thicker by the second. Kuzuku stared at him, crossing his arms to shield himself from the pressure. Once it settled down, he looked up to see Barabatos's hand extended towards him, his expression impassive.
"I'll only say this once, there is no use in running away from this attack. The width of it is wide enough to block out all escape routes...," Barabatos warned. Kuzuku reacted with a skeptical face but didn't want to take his statement lightly. His tone was contradicting with a bluff anyways. Suddenly, Barabatos's Ki flared, his hand being shrouded and black and white energy as static electricity of the two colors spew out everywhere. His other hand gripped his wrist as he was getting ready to fire his ultimate technique, a smirk spreading across his face, "Also, so that you won't die. This attack is also undetectable similar to me dematerializing!".
Kuzuku's eyes went wide along with everyone else who heard what he said. Vermoud grinned at their shock, knowing full well what this final technique is capable of, "You all should be grateful to witness his most powerful technique. It's what made his name in the first place after all. An undetectable but yet devastating attack that fades into complete darkness, becoming invisible to the eye...".
"If Kuzuku can't detect his attack nor can he see it, then how is he supposed to dodge it?" 21 shouted with worry.
Piccolo gritted his teeth, thinking that there was no way out of this, "That's the point...he can't.". 21 looked at him, her eyes full of 100% worry for her husband's safety. She turned back to look at him, his expression seemingly distress as he tried to come up with a solution. All she could do was pray, her eyes closed as her hands unconsciously folding together.
The Saiyan's mind was racing fast, going through every option he could think of. Nothing came to mind, his frustrations making him want to punch the ground out of spite. He stared at Barabatos's victory smile as the attack drew nearer to completion. Kuzuku clenched his teeth, eventually closing his eyes to try and calm himself down, "Don't panic, if you do then defeat is almost a certainty. If his attack are undetectable through Ki sensing, and it becomes invisible when fired, then I gotta focus harder and push my senses to the limit.". The Saiyan let his arms fall to his side, his tail calming itself down along with him. Barabatos looked confused as well as everyone else who was watching. Though, he didn't think too much on it, only grinning at the sudden change, "Giving up now are we?! I expected more from you, but oh well! I guess I'll put you down with this! PURE PHANTASMAL SHREDDING SHOWERS!". In an instant, Barabatos's attack unleashed it's fury at the Saiyan, disappearing into nothing but shadows as it became invisible to the eye. The universe 7 team grew pale, seeing that Kuzuku was just standing there without moving a muscle, wondering if he was just accepting his fate. On Kuzuku's end, his mind and senses were rising to the pinnacle of what he could conjure up, his ears listening, his nose sniffing the air, his body feeling the vibrations as they drew near. His tail starting to twitch as if it were a signal that danger is coming. Through all that, he remained calm, "This sound...it's more than one blast but what is the length and width of each one?". Kuzuku waited, everything happening in slow motion for him. The sound of the blast getting closer was his indicator for when to process the timing of the blast. Once it got louder, his ears picked up on the closest one, his body moving to the side to avoid a direct hit, the blast only grazing him. He smirked, finally getting an answer to his previous question: the use of the heat generated and his peripherals quickly catching a glimpse of the hole made into one of the rocks indicated that the multitude of attacks were about 7 cm in both length and width.
"I've figured that out, now it's time to put my body to the test...!" Kuzuku thought, his hands beginning to move upwards, taking the form of a dragon's claw. Everyone noticed this, their eyes widening at the spectacle before them. The Saiyan's arms moved quickly, orange Ki emitting to resemble two waving streams of energy as if they were the body of a dragon. Barabatos was at first bewildered, before noticing the sparks of his attack being diminished each time Kuzuku's hands made contact with them. He was in disbelief as the Saiyan was deflected everyone of the invisible energy blasts without a direct hit landing on him. The only thing that was happening was the small cuts appearing on his legs, torso, and arms but nonetheless, Kuzuku's rapid hand movement was defending against an attack that many would deem unblockable. The Saiyan opened his eyes, his body straining itself to keep up with the barrage of energy blasts, "I knew this was going to be difficult but my body is starting to feel like it's about to cramp up on me. But, I must break through this if I'm gonna have a chance of winning!".
Planting his feet into the ground, Kuzuku channeled energy into his legs, pushing them forwards so that he can dash towards Barabatos without letting up on deflecting the blasts. He closed the distance between them in an instant, stopping in front of him so hard that the rubble below levitated. The universe 11 warrior's eyes looked downward as he noticed the Saiyan was now under him, his surprise clearly displayed by his expression. Taking the opportunity, Kuzuku gripped onto his arm and forcefully pulled it down, dismantling his attack automatically while Barabatos's center of gravity was falling towards the Saiyan. The Saiyan's eyes seemed to ooze off an orange, steaming glow, his free hand taking the shape of a dragon's-claw once more to deliver a hard palm strike to his stomach: the blow lifting him into the air as he gagged out some blood. He didn't stop there, relentlessly unleashing a series of about twenty more palm strikes coming from both hands, each one delivering a lethal blow to the core and chest area of the body while keeping his center of gravity low so he can keep Barabatos from touch ground. After the twentieth hit, Kuzuku allowed him to fall freely before channeling the last blow in his hand, "Imperial Dragon's Dance: Ascending Combinations!".
With one last blow, Kuzuku rammed his fist into the center of Barabatos's pectorals. The universe 11's warrior's eyes dilated before fading to white as energy pulsed through him like a beam had pierced a hole in him. The fog along with the debris were blown away by the last strike, clearing the area freely of anything that may conceal the outcome. The entire audience section were just left in complete and utter shock, the outcome still not surreal enough until someone blurted it out.
"Holy cow...Kuzuku just won...he won!" Hudo exclaimed, his expression shifting from bewilderness to out right joy. Everyone from universe 7 let out a collective sigh of relief, still surprised that he pulled through despite the odds against him.
Zugo smirked, folding his arms out of acknowledgement, "I have to admit, he just pulled off something totally unbelievable. I don't quite know how, but it must of been something that could be deemed nearly impossible.". Beerus somewhat nodded, agreeing to that as he understood how he might of pulled it off.
"The kid got spunk. He just keeps getting stronger and stronger every second," Beerus complimented.
Whis giggled at his comment, "Oh, do you think he might surpass you and take your place, Beerus-sama?". Beerus nearly fell out of his seat before turning to give his attendant a glare.
"Of course not, what do you take me for?! I can't give credit where it's due without you assuming that for at least five seconds!" Beerus snarled, the angel laughing at his tone. He stopped, smiling as he took a look at the Saiyan who's fist was still implanted in Barabatos's chest.
"I can't blame you for seeing the potential in him. He used all of his other senses in order to depict aspects of the attack and countered effectively with precise deflections. Using the heat emitted and vibrations he felt, Kuzuku must have also figured out the speed that the technique was moving at while also determining the length and width probably from taking a glance at the hole made behind him. But, all of this was possible because he was in his most powerful state. He probably doesn't realize it, but he surprisingly has incredible adaptability to many scenarios during battle. His body adjusted to the ferocity of the attack well enough to be able to compensate for such a drastic change in the battle," Whis explained.
21 on the other hand felt like a great weight was lifted off her shoulders, wiping away a few tears as she smiled warmly at his victory. Kuzuku retracted his fist, allowing Barabatos to stumble backwards and struggle to hold himself upright. His breathing was erratic as he felt power fade from his body, deforming back to his base due to exhaustion. He looked at his hands, tingling out of both frustration and panic. He tried moving, only stumbling backwards even more despite him telling his body to move forward, "What in the...?". Inevitably, he stumbled far enough to find himself at the edge of the ring, the void waiting for him to plummet into it. He cringed at thinking about losing like this, his eyes darting back to the Saiyan who was walking towards him. He growled, his defeat not coming clear to him just yet.
"Don't think this is ove-argh!" He shouted, forcing his body to move in for a punch. His shouting however was cut off when he felt an excruciating pain in his core area, his body nearly falling to the ground due to it. He tried to move, but for some reason, he couldn't: leaving the majority confused as to why. Whis cupped his chin, coming up with the reason as to why on the fly.
"It looks like the damage to the core parts that allow his body to move have been damaged so much that his muscles are having trouble to act out his commands. Those series of palm strikes were meant to exert enough force to cause tears in the core muscles so that it'd make difficult for fighters to move in for powerful strikes. The last punch sealed his fate as his breathing is now distorted." Whis commented.
Kuzuku stopped a few feet away from him, seeing that his struggles was getting him nowhere, "Stop it. It's over, I've rendered your body immobile. If you move, it will only hurt more.". Barabatos glared at him, refusing to listen to what he said.
"Shut up! I refuse to lose! To lose means that I am weak and that my ideals are impossible to achieve! I refute this fate, I absolutely refute it!" Barabatos shouted.
Kuzuku stared at him with soft eyes, understanding his frustrations. For most of his life, all he did was relied on strength and power to push him forward. He deluded himself in the concept enough to believe that in order to grant fairness in the world that an absolute power must be there to enforce it. To lose and accept that is something that would make him a hypocrite, a liar. The Saiyan's took a step forward, causing his opponent to back away a bit and closer to the edge, "You're right. Your ideals are impossible to achieve. But, they are a goal that is worth striving for in order to make you better, right?". His opponent's eyes widened, his perception on things seemingly deluded.
"Everyone wishes to be strong along with the desire to bring peace in their own way. But, trying to shoulder all of it alone isn't the right thing to do. It will only lead you to your death someday," Kuzuku said, his tone reflecting the majority of the enemies he fought so far.
Barabatos stared into his orange eyes, instantly seeing the many battles he's went through. He couldn't muster up much of a response, only repeating his words in his head. His thoughts went on for what seemed to be a long time, a smirk soon forming on his face, "What the hell. Didn't you already beat me enough today?".
His eyes grew dreary as he blacked out into unconsciousness, falling backwards until he found himself off stage and back into the stands. Vermoud looked at his unconscious figure, his signs of frustrations visible before settling back down as he remembered Jiren and Toppo were still in the tournament. Kuzuku let out a sigh and turned around until the pain in his hands made him stop. He looked down to see blood leaking from them, only huffing at them before walking away, "They'll heal eventually. I better get some rest and go help Goku and Vegeta as soon as I feel ready.". He heard sounds of battle from the distances, large eruptions of debris towering the numerous pillars surrounding it: signifying that the last two fighters of universe 11 are indeed the toughest one's to deal with.
A/N: Interesting Disclosure here from yours truly. The way Kuzuku won this fight is not a form of Ultra Instinct or anything. As stated, his transformation heightened his ability to adapt since it's the most potent Saiyan transformation that utilizes the main aspects better than the race (Yes, even more so than SSB and SSG since those are god forms). Fun fact, this wasn't really me adding it in as a power-up or random special power the form had. Actually, the normal Super Saiyan 4 transformation displayed something similar to this when Goku fought Eis Shenron in GT. He was able to memorize his moves and defend against him perfectly and even combated against Syn Shenron when he was blind due to this unique aspect to the form. And the thing is, I kinda checked in on some of the many debate sites to confirm this and apparently it's approved in a way. So, in simple terms, Grand Super Saiyan 4 contains the same adaptability though he can get overthrown or down right outplayed if it's too difficult for his body to understand or if he's not giving his 100% focused on the fight to where his mind is clouded with other possibilities. Also, fair warnings, next chapter is gonna be a big reveal.