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Then, in a single thunderous step, Dave blasted off the ground—a sonic boom rippling out in all directions as the arena cracked beneath where he stood. Fighters turned their heads, startled by the sudden shift in pressure.

In an instant, Dave was in front of Jiren, fist cocked back—and he let it fly.

Jiren raised his arm just in time, blocking the punch. The impact echoed like a thunderclap, splitting the air and sending a shockwave so massive it threw nearby fighters off their feet. The entire arena tilted under the force.

Dave grinned. "Solid."

Jiren's eyes narrowed. "You're stronger than the others."

"I'm just getting started."

The two clashed—fists meeting fists, each blow cratering the ground beneath them, cracking the very fabric of the arena. Each hit from Dave came faster, heavier, and more refined than anything he had used in the tournament so far. But Jiren wasn't budging.

"That Jiren is something else," Goku said, despite Broly swearing he had barely seen an inch. Vegeta nodded. "Yes, Broly is something else too—but that Jiren was holding on his own… or rather, he might not be feeling anything," he said as he paused to observe the fight.

Suddenly, Dave caught Jiren's arm and spun, landing a clean roundhouse to Jiren's chest. The Pride Trooper slid back, boots grinding into the stone, but he didn't fall.

Dave exhaled, still calm. "You're good. Really good."

Jiren responded with a silent burst of energy, his aura flaring crimson. He shot forward and delivered a rapid series of blows—Dave dodged most, but one clipped his chin, drawing the first visible mark on his face since the tournament began.

Dave stopped.

Touched his jaw.

Then… laughed.

"Amazing."

His own aura flared slightly—not golden yet, but the raw pressure made the arena tremble. "Let's take this higher."

He launched at Jiren again—and the clash resumed, this time even faster.

Above, the Grand Priest turned slightly to the Zenos.

"They're accelerating at an alarming rate."

The two Zenos were already on their feet, excited.

"This is so fun! They're super fast!"

From the edge, Toppo—recovering in the stands—watched grimly.

"That power… it's beyond what I faced."

Meanwhile, Frieza smirked, watching from the shadows.

"Let them tire each other out... and then I'll make my move."

Dave surged in again, weaving through Jiren's barrage with near-impossible reflexes. The air cracked around them—each exchange blinding to the untrained eye. Blows that could level mountains met head-on, and still neither man yielded.

But as seconds turned into minutes, a shift began.

Dave's breath was heavier.

His reaction time—just a fraction slower.

Jiren noticed.

He pressed forward with ruthless precision, fists like iron meteors slamming into Dave's guard. One punch found Dave's ribs—another, his shoulder. A knee smashed into his stomach, and this time Dave stumbled back, blood spraying from his mouth.

From the sidelines, Gohan clenched his fists. "He's getting hit more. That pressure…"

Dave wiped his mouth, panting. "Heh... this is incredible."

Jiren said nothing, his gaze cold. Then he vanished.

A thunderous blow crashed into Dave's back—followed by an uppercut that sent him hurtling into the air like a comet.

He hit the arena wall and bounced off, flipping midair. But as he fell, his eyes sharpened. He wasn't done.

"Alright," he growled, fists clenching. His muscles trembled—then expanded.

Golden light flared around him in an instant.

A scream tore from his throat.

Dave exploded into Super Saiyan Form Two—his hair spiking upward, golden and fierce, lightning crackling around him as the ground beneath his boots shattered into a crater.

The energy burst blasted dust across the battlefield, stunning everyone.

Vegeta smirked. "There it is."

Goku grinned. "Super Saiyan 2. Now he's serious."

Dave didn't speak—he vanished.

Jiren's eyes flicked sideways, but too late.

Dave reappeared behind him and slammed his knee into Jiren's spine, sending the Pride Trooper stumbling forward for the first time. In a golden blur, Dave appeared again above, hammering Jiren down with a double-fisted strike.

The arena trembled under the weight of the impact.

Now it was Jiren sliding back.

But only for a moment.

With a roar, Jiren unleashed a furious burst of power—red energy blasting outward like a storm. He dashed forward and met Dave mid-air, their fists colliding once more. Shockwaves erupted in concentric rings, blasting away debris and knocking nearby fighters off balance.

The sky itself warped.

And still—they fought.

Faster. Heavier. Stronger.

But Dave wasn't done yet.

Not by a long shot.

The air had become unbreathable for most fighters. Even the strongest among them—Vegeta, Goku, Gohan—were watching from afar, sweat beading on their brows, as the two juggernauts collided in midair again and again.

Dave's Super Saiyan 2 form was blazing—electricity snapping violently across his body—but even now, it was straining.

He gritted his teeth, launching a punch at Jiren's gut.

Jiren caught it.

And drove his own fist into Dave's jaw.

Dave flew backward, skidding through the arena floor, gouging up slabs of stone and energy in his path.

Panting, bleeding, Dave staggered to his feet.

"Still not enough…" he muttered. "You're not just strong. You're beyond."

Jiren's aura deepened—his crimson energy coiling tighter around him like a storm about to erupt. The ground around his feet cracked. His eyes glowed with intense, cold focus.

"You're powerful," he said flatly. "But your emotions make you weak."

Dave's fists trembled—rage and excitement clashing in his veins.

"Maybe," he said. "But I'll show you what that emotion can do."

He roared—his golden aura flaring violently.

Then came the surge.

His muscles expanded again—his golden hair elongated slightly, flickering green at the edges.

Electricity exploded around him in all directions.

Super Saiyan 3—achieved not through screaming rage, but sharpened resolve.

From the sides, Goku's eyes widened. "He reached 3 that quickly?"

"No," Vegeta said, squinting. "It's more than that. Look at the aura…"

Indeed—it wasn't just Super Saiyan 3. The form pulsed irregularly, green lightning swirling with gold.

Broly's mutation was bleeding in.

Jiren didn't wait. He vanished—appeared in front of Dave with a blinding speed—and struck.

But this time, Dave caught the fist.

"You said emotions make me weak?" Dave growled. "Then I guess I'll be weak enough to break you."

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A/N : This template arc is just going to much shorter compared to others there is not much to do in Dragon ball universe aside from fighting and fighting.

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