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Chapter 13 - Chapter 13:When the world bites back

POV — PLANET RAKKASHA

The first strike nearly killed him.

Not because it was fast.

Because it was a focused attack, one used by masters of their own craft.

The scout leader didn't rush, didn't roar, didn't posture. He stepped into Dura's blind angle with a precision born of centuries of refined combat doctrine and drove two fingers into Dura's sternum,Tap.

The ki behind the strike folded inside Dura as it was injected like vaccine into his his ki system.

Dura felt his heart stutter and hiccup, his lungs were empty after that one attack.

Woosh!.... BANG!

His body slammed into the ground hard enough to crater stone and kick up a wall of crimson dust.

Power Level: 300,000 → 318,000

He rolled, barely avoiding the follow-up blast that shaved the crater deeper.

"He's not FRIEZA'S DOG ," one scout said, voice calm.

"But he is Saiyan still."

"Then we break him quickly," the leader replied.

"Before his blood remembers what it is."

THEY MOVED AS ONE

The Rakkashans did not fight like Saiyans.

No rage surges. No brute force dominance.

They fought like calligraphers, writing death into the air.

One scout attacked high, feinting with spiraling ki constructs that bent light.

Another attacked low, using high energy pressure kicks that detonated after contact.

THWAK, THWAK, THWAK!!

The leader stayed back.

Watching.

Learning.

Dura blocked then screamed as the delayed detonation ripped through his ribs.

SNAP, CRACK!

Bone cracked.

Blood sprayed.

Power Level: 318,000 → 351,000

He staggered upright, breathing ragged.

"Okay…" he coughed.

"…that one hurt like hell."

The next exchange was even worse.

They read him like a book, these opponents have dealt with saiyans before.

Every Saiyan habit, every instinctual overcorrection , every reflexive counter was anticipated and punished.

Dura took a knee, injuries piling up.

The ground beneath him pulsed with enemy ki.

Power Level: 351,000 → 410,000

His legendary bloodline stirred.

Whispering to his saiyan instincts, telling him to let go.

Dura's eyes sharpened.

His movements changed,

He stopped trying to overpower them.

Started copying them and began relying on timing .

A mirrored stance.

A stolen footwork pattern.

A ki flow redirected internally rather than projected outward creating a amateur ki armor beneath the skin.

The second scout lunged,

Dura anticipated the strike and pivoted left , snapping a right elbow into the scout's throat with surgical brutality.

Crunch!

The scout crashed backward, stunned but alive.

Power Level: 410,000 → 520,000

The leader's eyes narrowed.

"He's learning our art."

"Then end this before the saiyan scum disgraces our martial arts," another replied.

They did not hesitate.

The sky darkened as they synchronized.

A tri-sigil formed, gravity body lock , momentum stagnation , and ki compression layered into one execution technique.

The air screamed.

Dura was pinned in place, body being crushed under the pressure, eyes bleeding as a result..

His vision blurred red from the blood .

Veins bulge from the strain.

Power Level: 520,000 → 610,000 → 680,000

His legendary super saiyan bloodline screamed in Defiance .

His blood burned.

Don't die.

Adapt.

The whisper turned into a primal snarl.

The scout leader observed the saiyan teenager.

The leader descended slowly, hands glowing with condensed annihilation ki.

"You are impressive young monkey ," he said calmly.

"But evolution without control ends in self extinction."

Without more words to Dura, he struck, a charged ki sphere shaped like a atom, hit Dura point blank.

Dura's world went white.

Every nerve screamed.

Every memory of battle, of Earth, of Hydra even of Apocalypse and his horseman, followed by his past hunger and pain of losing his mother of this world collapsed into a single point.

His heartbeat thundered.

Once.

Twice.

Then....

SNAP

Green light exploded outward.

The crater disintegrated.

The sky split.

Dura screamed, not in triumph, but in raw, feral agony as power tore through him faster than his mind could contain it.

His hair spiked wildly, aura jagged and violent, ki flaring like a living storm.

This wasn't calm.

This wasn't mastered.

This was pure instinct unleashed.

TRANSFORMATION ACHIEVED: SUPER SAIYAN

(UNIQUE LEGENDARY VARIANT – UNSTABLE)

MULTIPLIER: x350

Base (Pre-Transform): ~700,000

Transformed Output: ~245,000,000

The Rakkashans staggered as the surrounding shook so violently that even staying airborne was a luxury..

The second scout vomited blood instantly as the Shockwave washed over him .

The leader slid back, boots carving trenches in the ground.

"…This is Impossible.. He was supposed to be dead ," he whispered.

Dura lifted his head.

His eyes were no longer fully his own.

They burned.

Dura vanished.

Erased the distance between his target with speed that would make the flash blush.

His fist connected with the leader's enhanced guard.

And shattered it.

The shockwave obliterated mountains behind them in spreading cone of destruction.

The leader was launched across the horizon, skipping like a stone across the multiple continents of this Jupiter sized planet .

The second scout attempted a counter-glyph meant to disrupt ki.

Dura screamed and tore through it, his aura adapting mid-charge, neutralizing the ki construct and slamming the scout into the ground with enough force to expose magma and splatter the poor fool across the rubble.

The third tried to flee.

Dura appeared in front of him.

Stopped.

Hands shaking.

Breathing ragged.

His mind screamed warnings.

Too much.

You'll lose yourself.

He roared and slammed the scout hard to to the ground until he was unconscious instead of killing him.

The transformation flickered violently.

Green aura surged… then collapsed.

Dura dropped to one knee.

Blood dripped from his mouth.

Power Level (Stabilizing): ~1,200,000

(Base Post-Battle)

The leader crawled from the rubble, armor shattered, eyes wide with fear and awe.

"You are not a saiyan ," he said hoarsely.

"You are a catastrophe to this universe."

Dura looked at his hands.

Still trembling.

Then flew away towards the badlands, no life there...

"Time to rest before the next battle" he thought

Elsewhere on the planet, the elders stirred..

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