The moment Razor's boots touched the cracked ground, the entire wasteland trembled. A gust of hot, dry wind whipped across the barren plains, carrying dust and fragments of rock into the air. His golden aura erupted around him, wild and fierce — Super Saiyan form, ready for battle. Lightning-like sparks danced around his frame, distorting the air with sheer energy. His eyes blazed with confidence as he faced the hulking beast towering over the ruins ahead.
The creature's breath came out in deep, guttural growls that made the earth quake. Its claws dug into the stone, leaving deep grooves as it crouched low, like a predator ready to pounce.
Without a word, Razor vanished in a blur, the air exploding in his wake. He reappeared before the monster, his fist already driving forward. The impact cracked like thunder, sending a shockwave so fierce that it shattered nearby rock pillars. The beast was hurled backward through a ridge, carving a long trench through the terrain.
Dust rose like a storm, swallowing the two combatants. Inside that swirling chaos, flashes of gold and dark blur tore through the haze. Razor was a blur of relentless motion, every strike sharp and precise, each hit carrying power enough to pulverize a planet. The monster howled in pain as its massive frame buckled under the onslaught.
At first, Razor dominated. He was faster, stronger, and his attacks were clean and calculated. The ground caved beneath his steps, his aura tearing through the wind. But amidst the destruction, Razor's sharp eyes caught something—something unnatural.
The monster's wounds—deep, clean cuts from his blows—were closing. Slowly at first, then more rapidly. Its grotesque muscles pulsed beneath its hide, knitting torn flesh together. Each punch Razor threw seemed to teach it something. When Razor smashed a knee into its chest again, the impact barely made the creature flinch.
Razor's brow furrowed. "No way…" he muttered under his breath. He struck again, a flurry of punches aimed at the same spot. But where his first blow shattered ribs, the next only staggered the beast.
It was adapting.
Every strike, every ki blast — the creature was learning. Its body was evolving in real time, hardening against the attacks that once crippled it. Razor's pride refused to accept it. He snarled, aura surging higher. "You think you can outgrow me?!"
He launched forward, fists blazing. The two collided again, the sound of their clash echoing for miles. The monster swiped its claws across Razor's chest — deep crimson lines split his armor. Razor ignored the pain, countering with a kick that sent the beast spinning. But when it landed, it was already healing.
The battle raged on across the desolate wasteland. Razor hurled a Destructo Beam, a spiral of crimson energy that vaporized everything in its path. It tore through the creature's arms and chest, blasting it into a canyon wall. The explosion rocked the landscape, leaving a crater behind.
For a moment, there was silence. Then, slowly, the beast emerged — one arm regrown, its burnt flesh already smoothing over.
Razor's breath came out ragged, sweat rolling down his temple. His golden aura flickered like an angry flame. "Tch… fine. You want power? Then you'll get it!"
Lightning exploded around him as his energy skyrocketed. The ground beneath him fractured, a golden storm of raw ki bursting outward.
Super Saiyan 2.
The transformation was instant, violent, and absolute. His hair stood sharper, electricity crackling around his body. Razor shot forward, moving faster than before. His blows came in a blur — each punch detonating like artillery, each kick flattening stone ridges on impact.
The monster howled, trying to strike back, but Razor was relentless. He weaved through its slashes, countering with devastating precision. A spinning backfist cracked against its jaw, followed by a barrage of energy blasts that lit up the barren landscape like a storm of meteors.
But even this power… was not enough. The monster has developed some resistance to his moves previously so now even with higher strength and intensity the strikes which would have obliterated it previously was only damaging it seriously.
As the minutes dragged on, Razor noticed it again — the beast's body was adapting faster than before. Its movements grew sharper, its regeneration nearly instantaneous. His strongest attacks were leaving nothing but fading scorch marks.
Razor's teeth clenched. "You've got to be kidding me…" he muttered. His chest heaved, muscles trembling under the strain. His golden aura pulsed violently as frustration burned inside him.
He knew then — pure strength wouldn't be enough. There was only one thing left to try.
Razor took a step back, raising his hand. The air itself seemed to scream as energy gathered around his palm. This wasn't the crimson hue of his Destructo Beam — this was darker, heavier, and far more unstable. A sphere of pure destruction took shape, glowing deep red with streaks of black lightning crawling over its surface. The ground beneath him began to crack, disintegrating to dust under the sphere's pressure.
It wasn't just energy — it was obliteration given form.
The beast stopped. For the first time, it hesitated. Instinct screamed that whatever this was, it could end everything.
Razor raised his other hand and began compressing the orb, veins bulging under the immense pressure. "Hold… together…" he growled through clenched teeth. The sphere shrank, from the size of a mountain to a car, to a small house. The crimson light illuminated the battlefield like a dying sun.
The monster roared and charged.
Razor pushed harder. The orb shrank again, now no larger than a marble, yet radiating a force that bent the air itself. His muscles screamed under the strain; arcs of red lightning tore at his skin. "Almost… there…"
But then—his control slipped.
The energy wavered, pulsing erratically. Razor's eyes widened as cracks of unstable ki split the marble-sized orb.
"Damn it—!"
BOOM!
The sphere detonated in his grasp. A crimson inferno consumed everything, swallowing Razor and the monster alike. The explosion's shockwave ripped through the wasteland, erasing mountains, flattening everything for miles.
When the dust settled, Razor was kneeling in a crater of molten rock. His armor was shattered, his left arm limp, blood dripping from his mouth. His aura flickered weakly, barely visible.
Across the field, the monster stirred, its body scorched and torn — but alive. It rose, shaking off the rubble, its head tilting toward him. The faint glint in its eyeless face was almost intelligent, almost… mocking.
It could smell weakness.
A deep growl rumbled from its chest as it began to move — slow, shaking, deliberate steps. Each thud echoed Razor's fading heartbeat.
Razor's vision blurred. His breath came shallow, every muscle screaming in agony. He tried to rise, but his legs buckled beneath him.
He spat blood and looked up at the approaching silhouette, eyes defiant."Damn it…" he muttered under his breath, "…is this the end?"
The monster loomed closer, battered, bruised but a living shadow of evolution itself — and Razor, broken but unyielding, watched his vision blackening.
The battle was over — or perhaps, far from it.