"You said emotions make me weak?" Dave growled. "Then I guess I’ll be weak enough to break you."
Then unleashed a barrage of punches—dozens, hundreds—so fast the afterimages blurred into golden comets. Each blow forced Jiren back.
Until Jiren roared—and let his aura detonate.
A dome of crimson force exploded outward, flinging Dave into the sky.
Now Jiren stood tall—his muscles bulging, aura spiking into a second layer of energy around him. His skin shimmered faintly from the heat.
Toppo gasped. "That’s... the power he used to defeat me. No—this is more."
Jiren raised his hand slowly.
A single red beam—thin, but sharp as death—raced toward Dave.
Dave spun midair and slapped it away, but the explosion still rippled across his arm. His expression hardened.
His aura tore open the sky—green and gold fusing completely.
Super Saiyan Legendary Form—unleashed.
Not the mindless rage of the old Broly.
This was Dave’s version: controlled chaos, pure intent.
The arena bent around him.
Zeno jumped. "He transformed again!"
The Grand Priest furrowed his brow slightly. "This... is unstable."
Dave looked down at Jiren, eyes glowing.
"You wanted to see what emotion can do?" he said.
And in a blur—he was gone.
The instant Dave vanished, Jiren turned—but the punch still connected.
A shockwave detonated.
Jiren flew across the arena, smashing through multiple rock pillars before grinding to a halt. Dust exploded upward. For the first time, he coughed—blood.
Dave appeared above him, a swirling tempest of green-gold fury. His hair glowed wild, his eyes bright with battle clarity. He descended like a meteor, foot crashing down—
Jiren caught it with both arms, pushed up, and launched a counter-blast that lit the arena in red light. Dave twisted midair and backflipped away, landing in a crouch, arms out.
From above, Whis narrowed his eyes. "Dave’s control... it’s incredible. He’s riding the berserker force without losing himself."
Beerus folded his arms. "Tch. If he slips, though... the whole damn stage might go with him."
Down below, Jiren rose slowly, the dust parting to reveal his form—now changing.
His muscles bulged further. His aura no longer flickered—it burned, deep crimson, nearly black at the edges. The ground beneath him cracked from the pressure alone.
Toppo and Dyspo stared in disbelief.
"He’s... going full power," Dyspo whispered.
Jiren’s eyes narrowed.
"You’re powerful," he admitted to Dave. "More than most gods. But raw power alone... will never break me."
He shot forward with unimaginable speed.
Dave barely raised his arms before Jiren struck—punch, kick, elbow, knee—each blow heavier than the last. They moved in a blur of light and fury, colliding like titans between dimensions. The shockwaves spread in every direction.
Entire segments of the arena collapsed.
Zeno clapped gleefully. "So cool! Faster! Hit harder!"
Dave grunted as a punch slammed into his side—then grinned and drove his own fist into Jiren’s face, sending him skidding backward.
Both warriors paused, panting, glowing like suns.
Jiren’s body steamed—his eyes burning with resolve.
Dave cracked his neck. "Okay. Time to stop holding back."
The aura around him tightened. The lightning intensified. The green began to flicker—fading.
Goku stood, stunned. "Wait... what’s he doing?"
Whis raised an eyebrow. "He’s... condensing the Legendary energy."
Beerus sat forward, tense. "He’s going to fuse it with something else."
Suddenly—gold turned white.
A pulse of divine energy surged from Dave’s body.
His hair stayed wild—but now shimmered with white fire, tinged with green at the ends. His eyes were radiant. The earth shook.
Legendary Super Saiyan God—a form never before seen.
Dave lifted his hand, eyes calm.
"This... is what happens when power and control become one."
And in an instant—he struck Jiren with a palm to the chest that sent him flying.
But Jiren spun midair, recovered—and roared.
His aura exploded outward in a massive sphere of pure pressure, turning red space into stormlight.
And now—they both charged.
Their fists collided once again—but this time, the shockwave split the sky. A visible rupture tore through the air above the arena, distorting space like cracked glass.
Jiren’s eyes narrowed. His muscles burned under the strain, steam billowing from his back. Dave’s aura, white-hot and laced with green lightning, surged around him like a divine wildfire.
They had pushed beyond what the stage could handle.
From the stands, Goku shouted, "The ring won’t hold much longer!"
Vegeta clenched his jaw. "They’re going to destroy each other."
Suddenly, the Grand Priest raised a hand. The arena shimmered—stabilized—reinforced by his divine will.
"The stage will hold... for now," he said flatly, watching with narrowed eyes. "But they are approaching the threshold."
The two titans stood across from each other, chests heaving.
Jiren spoke, low and harsh. "You burn like a god... but your body is breaking."
Dave’s hands were trembling slightly. The form, while controlled, was still raw. His breath fogged the air like vapor. "Maybe. But I don’t need to last forever..."
He raised his hand—and charged.
They collided midair again—this time, both silent. No words. No wasted motion. Just pure combat.
Every move was now instinct.
A kick, a block, a feint, a blow—Dave caught Jiren by the forearm and threw him, then followed up with a hammer strike that cratered the arena. But Jiren surged back instantly, grabbing Dave by the neck and slamming him through the debris.
Each time they hit, the stage shook. Chunks of floating arena broke free and drifted off like shattered moons. Energy blasts were exchanged like comets—blinding, fiery bolts that carved trails across the field.
Suddenly, Jiren hovered high above and focused, both hands glowing red-hot.
Goku’s eyes widened. "He’s charging that technique—!"
He launched it—an immense red sphere, condensed and rotating so fast it screamed like a collapsing star.
Dave looked up—then crouched, spreading his arms wide.
His aura exploded again—white flaring to blinding gold, then back to green-tipped light.
He shouted, roaring from deep within his core.
And then—his entire body glowed with radiant energy.
The blast engulfed the arena—light so intense it forced every watcher to shield their eyes.
The explosion lit the Null Realm like a second sun.
When the smoke cleared...
Jiren floated, panting. His arms dropped slightly.
Below him, the dust settled—
And Dave was still standing.
Bloodied. Bruised. Armor cracked.
"Still not enough," he said hoarsely.
And then—he began walking forward.
Each step echoed like a drumbeat.
Now it shimmered with crimson overtones, a sign of divine energy being pushed even further.
"He’s... he’s reaching into Ultra Instinct’s territory—but blending it with Saiyan instinct. This isn’t just a transformation."
Beerus leaned forward, silent.
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