The battlefield had fallen silent, save for the wind howling through the scorched plains. The once-red sky was now a dull, lifeless grey. Smoke and blood mixed in the air, burning the lungs of those still standing.
Razor stood alone, his golden hair sparking violently in the turbulent air. His eyes locked onto the figure walking toward him — tall, broad, and unshaken.Cumber.
No transformation. No hesitation. Just raw, unfiltered killing intent.
Razor took a deep breath and raised his hands, his aura flickering like wildfire."So you finally decided to show yourself," he said coldly.
Cumber smirked, his teeth glinting like fangs. "I could say the same. You're the one making noise out here — cutting through my warriors like they were fodder. Thought I'd have a little fun."
His words dripped with amusement, but his eyes were wild. Hungry. Every step he took cracked the ground beneath him.
Razor narrowed his gaze. "You'll find no fun here. Just your end."
Cumber chuckled. "Talk big for someone shaking inside."
Without another word, the air exploded. Both warriors vanished in a blur of golden light and dark pressure. When their fists collided, the sound ripped through the air like thunder. Shockwaves flattened the ground around them.
Razor's arm trembled. His bones screamed under the force. He leaped back instantly, clutching his fist. Damn it... that strength...
Before he could recover, Cumber was already there, his knee driving into Razor's gut. The impact sent him crashing through a ridge.
Dust rose. Razor staggered out, coughing blood, but his eyes were burning with focus.
"Brutal and direct," Razor muttered, wiping his mouth. "No form, no flow… just destruction."
"That's all that's needed," Cumber said, cracking his neck. "Finesse is for the weak."
He lunged again, throwing wild, crushing blows. Razor ducked under one, parried another, and countered with a high kick that connected with Cumber's jaw — barely making him flinch.
Cumber laughed. "That tickled."
Razor's face remained cold. "Then I'll hit harder."
Their clash resumed — each impact shaking the air. Razor's movements were sharp, efficient. Every strike was meant to kill. But the gap in raw power was undeniable. Cumber's fists landed like meteors, and Razor could already feel his ribs cracking.
From the distance, a few surviving Saiyans watched. "Razor's still standing against him…" one whispered. "He's insane," another said. "Cumber's not even transformed yet!" Their voices trembled — part awe, part fear.
Razor heard them faintly but didn't care. He was beyond distraction. His mind was ice. If he faltered even for a second against Cumber— he was dead.
Cumber smashed him into the ground again. "Come on! You call this a fight?" he barked, slamming his heel down. Razor barely rolled away in time, the shockwave shattering stone where he'd been.
Razor exhaled slowly, his aura flaring brighter. The wind howled around him. "Enough."
Golden energy spiraled up his body as he roared — his power surging violently. His hair extended a little more, aura intensifying until it burned with near-blinding gold. Full-Power Super Saiyan 3.
The air trembled under the pressure of his unleashed energy. Even Cumber shielded his eyes, his grin widening."Ohh... now that's more like it!"
Razor vanished from sight, appearing behind Cumber with a devastating kick that sent him flying across the battlefield. Before the dust could settle, Razor was already upon him, hammering blow after blow.
For the first time, Cumber was being pushed back — forced to defend.
"You're not the only monster here," Razor said coldly, his strikes relentless. "I've fought through time itself. You're nothing special."
Cumber blocked one hit, grabbed Razor by the arm, and snarled. "Nothing special? Let's fix that."
His aura erupted — a fiery storm of red and black flames engulfing his body. Evil Ki. The ground cracked as his power skyrocketed.
Razor instinctively stepped back, sensing the corruption in the air. That energy… it was twisted, alive.
Cumber's grin widened. "You feel it, don't you? That fear… that pressure? Go on — give in to it!"
Razor didn't answer. He charged forward instead, throwing a punch aimed at Cumber's chest. But the moment his fist touched that burning aura, a sharp pain flooded his mind — as if something tried to claw its way inside his skull.
His thoughts dulled. His instincts slowed.
"What—" he muttered, shaking his head, trying to stay focused.
Cumber laughed darkly. "Evil Ki... it eats away at weak minds. Guess you're not as sharp as you pretend."
Razor's eyes snapped up, calm and sharp again. "You talk too much."
He drove his knee into Cumber's ribs — but the larger Saiyan barely flinched before slamming his fist into Razor's face. The impact sent him flying across the battlefield, smashing through a mountain.
When the dust cleared, Razor dragged himself out from the rubble. Blood trickled down his chin. His armor was shattered.
Above him, Cumber floated, his aura blazing like a crimson inferno. "Still breathing, huh? Impressive. But you look like you're about to break."
Razor looked up, smirking faintly despite the pain. "Break? I've been broken long before this war began."
Cumber tilted his head, amused. "Then let me remind you what pain really feels like."
He dove down — a red comet crashing into the earth. Razor barely managed to dodge the blow, but the shockwave sent him sprawling again. Rocks and flames scattered around them.
"You fight well," Cumber said, walking closer. "But strength isn't about control or pride. It's about chaos — survival."
Razor stood, breathing heavily. "You call that strength? Then you're nothing but a beast."
Cumber grinned, baring his teeth. "Damn right I am."
Their fists met once more — raw force clashing with refined fury. Sparks of gold and red lit the battlefield like miniature suns. The ground beneath them shattered and cratered.
From afar, even the strongest Saiyans dared not approach. The very air around those two was lethal.
Razor felt his body screaming in protest. His vision blurred. But his mind stayed cold. Focused.
Cumber swung again, laughing like a maniac. "Yes! That's it! Show me more! Don't die yet!"
Razor ducked low, countered with an uppercut that sent Cumber staggering slightly. "You really enjoy this, don't you?"
"Of course," Cumber said, grinning through blood. "Nothing's better than this feeling — tearing each other apart till one stops breathing."
Razor's expression didn't change. "Then I'll make sure it's you."
Cumber roared, his aura exploding outward. Razor braced himself — the next wave would be brutal.
The sky darkened. The ground split. The war, the chaos, the screams — all faded into background noise.
For Razor, there was only one truth left. This wasn't about pride, or race, or even survival. It was about proving his resolve — that no force, no monster, no enemy could break him.
And as both warriors vanished into another collision, the world itself seemed to hold its breath.