The news ripped through the war-torn lands like a sonic boom.
Cumber had killed Karot, the Radical's King.
The only other Saiyan who could wield evil ki was gone—slain by the same madness that had once made him unstoppable. Fear spread like plague through both armies. Even the radical's elite, who had once watched the weaker battles from afar, now stirred.
They knew this war was changing.
For Razor, the news was nothing.
Kings lived. Kings died. The battlefield didn't care.
He stood at the edge of the scarred valley, the sky above him a furnace of fire and ash. His armor was cracked, his hands wrapped in dry blood. His heartbeat matched the distant booms of explosions.
Another day. Another fight. Another chance to grow stronger.
He tightened his fists. His aura shimmered faintly, the familiar golden flame of battle returning to life.
"Time to hunt," he muttered.
The air shifted.
Power. Enormous, suffocating power.
It rolled through the battlefield like a tidal wave, forcing even the dust to rise. Razor's instincts screamed as the ground split beneath his boots.
From the crimson clouds above, they descended—Saiyans cloaked in magenta aura, their fur dark crimson, eyes burning with feral pride.
But what caught Razor's attention most was their energy, their strength was off the chart, nothing like he had seen in this war till now. One of his ally trembled as he pointed at them screaming in fear, "No why the radical's elite are making their move now."
Razor questioned him, "What is that magenta aura surrounding them?"
The ally murmured, "Super Saiyan 4 Limit Breaker..."
So that's what Limit Breaker looks like…
He smirked. Finally. Something challenging.
The radical elites landed like gods among mortals.
One crushed a dying Saiyan's skull under his heel, laughing as blood splattered across his fur. Another raised his hand and fired a single ki blast that erased half a platoon.
"Pathetic," one sneered. "This side has fallen to insects."
"Not all," Razor said quietly.
They turned. The shortest one, his eyes like burning amethyst, tilted his head. "You?"
Razor's golden aura flared, tearing dust from the ground. "Yeah. Me."
He exploded forward, golden hair flashing into a fiery mane. Super Saiyan 3.
The shockwave shattered the stones beneath him. He appeared behind the first Limit Breaker before the man could blink, fist swinging toward his neck—
—but the Saiyan vanished.
Razor twisted mid-air, narrowly dodging a counterstrike that cut through the ground like a blade.
Fast. Good.
He grinned, bloodlust glowing in his eyes.
The Limit Breaker appeared in front of him again. "Bold for a worm," he said, smirking.
Razor's reply was a punch to the gut that sent the Saiyan sliding back several feet.
"Guess insects bite, too."
The other snarled, magenta aura flaring violently. "You'll regret that."
Their fight became a blur.
Every impact thundered across the battlefield. Shockwaves split craters into the ground. Ki blasts illuminated the smoke-filled air in flashes of red and gold.
Razor's body screamed with pain, but his mind was sharp. Every second was important. Every blow, a lesson.
Their ki density… higher than mine. Their muscles—denser. But their movements… predictable.
He ducked beneath a right hook and countered with a brutal knee to the ribs, then spun, striking the same spot again.
The Limit Breaker coughed blood, fury twisting his face.
Razor smirked. "Didn't expect that, huh?"
"You… little insect—!"
A magenta beam roared toward him. Razor barely blocked, his arms burning as the energy pushed him back. The blast detonated, throwing him through a crumbling wall of stone.
He rolled, coughing blood, but his laughter echoed through the smoke.
Perfect. This is it. This is what I wanted.
He stood again, aura flickering wildly. "Come on! Show me your true strength!"
More Limit Breakers arrived, surrounding him.
Their power pressed down like gravity, crushing his lungs, bending the air.
One cracked his knuckles. "You don't stand a chance."
Razor spat blood onto the ground. "Then stop talking and kill me already."
They attacked together.
A storm of magenta energy surrounded him, each hit like being struck by lightning. Pain tore through his ribs, back, and jaw. But Razor kept moving. Blocking, countering, slipping through gaps no sane warrior would try to exploit. He unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, each strike aimed with lethal intent. Every attack threatened vital points: solar plexus, throat, joints.
Too slow. Too high. Drop low. Left elbow—open.
He slammed his fist into a Limit Breaker's throat, then snapped his knee into his chin. A follow-up kick shattered bone and sent the Saiyan flying.
The others growled in fury.
"Impressive," one muttered. "For a corpse."
Razor grinned, blood trickling from his mouth. "You talk too much."
He darted in again. Their magenta auras burned brighter, the air screaming with pressure.
Every strike now shook the earth. The difference in power was massive—but Razor's will refused to bend. Their combined strength was immense, crushing him gradually. Razor's mind raced, calculating every move, every opening, every angle.
Pain lanced through his body as strikes landed. His ribs cracked. Deep cuts bled freely across his arms and torso. A kick struck his side, sending him skidding across the dirt and jagged stone. Still, he grinned, blood mixing with sweat on his chin. This was the challenge he had been waiting for.
This pain… this heat… this is where I belong.
A punch broke his guard, sending him tumbling across the dirt. He rolled to his knees, coughing, vision flickering. He dodged a sudden swipe that could have torn his arm off. He rolled into a defensive stance, his eyes scanning for any sign of an opening.
But the grin stayed.
"Still breathing," he muttered. "Still learning."
One of the Limit Breakers lunged at him. Razor caught the fist mid-swing, blood dripping from his knuckles.
"Not fast enough."
He twisted, slammed the opponent into the ground, and fired a blast directly into his chest. The explosion lit up the valley like dawn.
When the smoke cleared, the first Limit Breaker lay lifeless in a crater, his magenta aura gone.
The others stared, fury in their eyes.
Razor wiped blood from his chin. "Next?"
They came at once.
Razor fought with instinct—dodging, striking, adapting. His body screamed for rest, but his mind burned with focus.
Every time he was hit, he found a counter. Every time he fell, he rose faster.
Pain's not the enemy. It's the teacher.
His aura flared brighter with each exchange, matching their magenta glow with his own golden blaze.
The battlefield was chaos incarnate—flashes of crimson and gold tearing through the haze.
Minutes or hours later—he couldn't tell—the world went quiet.
The battlefield stretched endlessly before him. Countless enemies remained, but Razor felt no fear. He had grown over the years in this brutal war. He had survived when others died. He had mastered the edge of life and death.
The ground was littered with smoke and broken bodies. The Limit Breakers were down, their arrogance shattered.
Razor stood in the center, chest heaving, blood dripping.
He looked at his trembling hand and whispered, "Not enough."
He raised his gaze to the sky—dark, endless, burning with war.
There's always someone stronger. Always another wall to break.
He smiled faintly. Good.
The war raged on around him—screams, fire, and the endless roar of combat.
But Razor didn't flinch.
He was the storm now.
And the enemy's elite, arrogant and unchallenged until now, learned the hard way that Razor did not fear death, nor could he be underestimated.