Chapter 71: Destroy

Kahn dusted off his battle-worn attire with a smirk. "Is that all you've got? Didn't you eat?"

Quitela's brow dripped with cold sweat, his composure shaken.

"Impossible… unscathed!"

Even Beerus couldn't walk away from a direct hit like that without repercussions. But Kahn? He stood tall, his aura still surging, climbing steadily. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before Quitela was completely overwhelmed.

"This guy," murmured one of the gods, "seems stronger than when he fought Belmod !"

"No," countered another, shaking their head. "Even strength has its limits. There's no way Kahn could absorb Quitela's attack without a scratch—"

But that's precisely what had happened. Kahn had taken a direct hit from Quitela's Qigong Blast, yet showed no injuries. On the contrary, his aura grew even more robust. His mastery of Ultra Instinct – Advanced not only nullified the attack but converted part of its energy into his own.

In other words, Quitela's devastating blow had backfired, further empowering Kahn.

Makarita, standing beside Belmod , chuckled lightly. "See? You weren't wrong, my dear."

Belmod shrugged, half-reluctant to admit it. "I guess not. Against an opponent like Kahn, it seems losing is the only outcome."

If Quitela's attack had been directed at Belmod , he would've been gravely injured—or worse. But instead, Kahn endured it, thriving in the chaos.

Champa, watching from the sidelines, frowned. "This doesn't add up. Kahn wasn't this strong the last time we fought!"

Alice adjusted her glasses. "Indeed, Lord Champa. That was before. Back then, Mr. Kahn had only mastered Ultra Instinct – Sign. But now, he has reached Advanced Ultra Instinct. His strength is on another level. You can't compare him to his former self."

Champa huffed but said nothing. Deep down, he knew Alice was right.

As the battle raged on, Quitela and Kahn traded blow for blow, their attacks turning the once-pristine arena into a war-torn wasteland. At first, Quitela held the upper hand, overwhelming Kahn in speed and raw power.

But Kahn's strategy was unorthodox, almost reckless. He willingly intercepted Quitela's strikes, even those he could've dodged, his Ultra Instinct absorbing the damage and fueling his own strength.

The gods looked on, wide-eyed.

"Is this guy insane? Even with Ultra Instinct, endurance has its limits!"

But Kahn defied all logic. His body showed no signs of wear, his energy unyielding, his spirit unbroken. Every clash only heightened his fighting spirit, his power steadily rising.

As the minutes passed, Kahn's strength began to surpass Quitela's. What had been a one-sided assault shifted into a balanced duel, and then into Kahn's overwhelming counterattack.

Boom!

With a devastating left hook, Kahn sent Quitela hurtling across the arena, slamming into the ground with a thunderous crash. Dust and debris exploded into the air, forming a towering plume that obscured Quitela's battered form.

Kahn raised his hand, his voice cold and absolute. "Destroy."

The ground beneath Quitela erupted in a massive explosion, shaking the entire arena. When the smoke finally cleared, Quitela lay motionless in the center of a deep crater, his body broken, his breath faint.

From the stands, Whis smiled knowingly. "Well, it seems we have a winner."

The gods of destruction fell silent, their gazes shifting to the pit where Quitela lay defeated. For someone regarded as Beerus' equal, Quitela's loss was nothing short of humiliating. Kahn, by contrast, stood unharmed, his power unrelenting.

The Dragon God Salama's voice echoed across the arena. "The Fourth Universe's God of Destruction, Quitela, is incapacitated. The Seventh Universe's candidate for God of Destruction, Kahn, is victorious. One point to Kahn. One point deducted from Quitela."

The silence among the gods was deafening.

Kahn wasn't just a wild card—he was a phenomenon. In his first appearance at the God of Destruction Summit, he had defeated Belmod and Quitela in rapid succession, both with absolute dominance.

The gods replayed Kahn's earlier declaration in their minds, his bold words now heavy with truth.

"I will climb the altar of the Gods of Destruction—stepping over your bones to get there."

A chill ran through them.

Kahn turned slowly, his sharp gaze sweeping across the remaining contenders: Champa, Jerez, Arack, and Sidra. His voice carried over the battlefield, brimming with confidence and challenge.

"Now… who's next? Champa? Jerez? Arack? Sidra? Do you dare step into the ring with me?"