Chapter 5 — The Unique Physiology of the Saiyan Race
Lux raised a hand, and a thin wave of energy burst forth from his palm—casual, effortless, yet powerful enough to scorch the sky. The silver Great Ape hovering before him responded immediately, its enormous frame shimmering under the artificial moonlight.
Lux didn't pursue. Instead, he drifted backward, turning his back toward the horizon.
He wasn't foolish enough to fight recklessly here. The mothership was still within range, and it was their only way out of this forsaken world.
His goal right now wasn't to win—it was to draw the beast away.
If the silver ape refused to follow, Lux would be forced to stall it himself until the ship could escape. And if that happened, he knew the risk: even a stray blow from this creature could annihilate the ship.
Fortunately for him, Kyūjō had no intention of destroying the vessel. The Saiyan's gleaming eyes flickered once, and then his titanic body twisted in the air, chasing after Lux into the upper atmosphere.
The pirates aboard the mothership immediately seized their chance. Engines roared, and the ship veered sharply away from the battlefield. Within seconds, the massive craft began to retreat into the distance, shrinking to a speck against the dark-red sky.
And so—
only two figures remained above Planet Arant.
The Silver Great Ape.
And the Namekian pirate commander—Lux.
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Without a single word, both warriors lunged at the same time.
Their fists collided.
The heavens roared.
Kyūjō's current power level—19,000—was still far below Lux's. Yet there wasn't a trace of fear in his eyes.
If every opponent were equal in strength, then where was the meaning of a fight?
For a man who had lived through countless worlds, transcending universe after universe in search of power, facing a stronger foe wasn't despair—it was ecstasy.
A difference of ten thousand power points?
So what?
This was the perfect chance to test a theory he'd once pondered back in the One Punch Man world—
the theory of the Biological Limiter.
The idea that one could evolve infinitely by repeatedly surpassing their limits through unbearable stress and lethal battle.
If the Saiyan physiology truly carried infinite potential, then this was the moment to prove it.
After all, what good was Saiyan pride if it only existed to bully the weak?
Even Prince Vegeta, in the original Dragon Ball timeline, had started from near mediocrity. Despite years of conquest under Frieza's command, his battle power upon arriving on Earth barely reached twenty thousand.
And even then—
he lost to Son Goku, whose power was only eight thousand, because of the Kaiōken ×3 technique.
Vegeta had been forced to rely on his Great Ape transformation just to keep up.
But after that defeat, his power grew exponentially.
Through endless bloodshed and near-death battles on Planet Namek, against Frieza's elite and the Ginyu Force, Vegeta's potential awakened.
At one point, he could even stand against Frieza's second form, whose strength exceeded two million.
Kyūjō recalled the data precisely. Based on that scaling, Vegeta's own power during that fight must have been close to two million as well—otherwise, he'd never have dared to challenge Frieza's third transformation.
But of course… it hadn't mattered.
Because Frieza's "true form" was despair incarnate. His base power skyrocketed from two million to sixty million—just fifty percent of his total might. At full output, his power level reached a staggering 120 million.
All that without ever undergoing proper training.
And yet—karma struck.
The universe's greatest tyrant met the universe's greatest cheat code.
After witnessing Krillin's death, Son Goku broke through his biological limiter and ascended as a Super Saiyan—his battle power soaring fiftyfold, piercing the heavens at 150 million.
That moment redefined the meaning of power.
And now, Kyūjō sought that same breaking point.
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The air trembled with constant shockwaves.
Each punch cracked the sky. Each collision lit up the darkness like an endless storm of meteors.
Within mere seconds, the aftermath of their battle carved a massive crater into Planet Arant's surface—thousands of meters deep and tens of kilometers wide.
Explosions of light rippled across the clouds as energy beams clashed midair. The planet itself groaned under their combined power.
Kyūjō wasn't winning, but he wasn't losing either.
Thanks to his Infinity Perception System, he could read patterns faster than any organic mind. His combat experience, forged across millennia, kept him afloat even against overwhelming odds.
Still, the system warned him:
> [Alert: Opponent's full power not yet deployed.]
The Great Ape form, while mighty, had its flaws. The massive body made aerial combat sluggish. Without an advantage in speed or agility, his colossal frame turned into a liability.
His main edge lay in endurance and stamina—his ability to keep fighting long after a normal warrior would collapse.
But against an opponent like Lux… he was little more than a massive target.
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Lux himself was beginning to feel something strange.
This Saiyan—this silver Great Ape—was undeniably weaker than the red-furred one he had fought before.
And yet, something about this battle felt wrong.
His punches, his energy waves—most of them hit nothing but air. And when they did land, they hardly inflicted real damage.
It was as if he were fighting the wind itself.
The ape's movements flowed like water, its defense both flexible and unbreakable.
Lux's smirk slowly faded.
Enough games.
He clenched his fists and drew in a deep breath, his aura erupting into a storm of emerald light.
In an instant, his power level surged to 35,000.
(Namekians, too, could conceal their true power at will.)
The transformation was immediate.
His speed doubled. His strikes became a blur. The sheer pressure of his energy warped the atmosphere, sending shockwaves slicing through the air.
Even Kyūjō, with all his systems and training, began to falter under the onslaught.
The difference in speed, precision, and raw destructive force became painfully clear.
Within moments, Lux's blows began landing cleanly.
The silver giant staggered as searing beams of energy tore across his body, leaving deep wounds that oozed crimson. Segments of his flesh burst open, revealing glimpses of glistening organs beneath.
Each impact rattled his colossal frame.
Blood rained from the sky.
Pain—sharp, real, electric—shot through every nerve.
His heartbeat thundered like a war drum. His breath turned ragged. His vision tinted red.
That primal Saiyan instinct—wild, ancient, and uncontrollable—stirred awake in his blood.
The will to destroy. The hunger to survive.
But Kyūjō did not give in.
Instead, something within him shifted.
He entered a state of complete trance—a razor-thin edge between life and death, instinct and reason.
Pain became rhythm.
Fear became focus.
The storm around him became a dance.
He flowed through the chaos like a dancer balancing on the edge of a blade.
Every movement was measured, precise, and deadly. His strikes became cleaner, his defenses tighter, his breathing perfectly synchronized with the flow of battle.
And slowly—
imperceptibly—
the balance began to change.
Each exchange grew shorter, sharper.
Kyūjō's eyes gleamed with cold awareness as the gap between him and Lux began to shrink—rapidly.
The longer the battle raged, the faster he adapted.
The Saiyan physiology, fused with his transcendent will, began to evolve in real time.
Every blow taken… every ounce of pain… was being converted into power.
And Lux, still confident in his dominance, had yet to realize—
that the hunter was no longer the one in control.
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