NOVEL WEB Chapter 131: Unleash the Beast
The arena was chaos incarnate. Fighters from across the multiverse clashed in an endless storm of power, strategy, and survival. Explosions of energy lit the arena, and shouts of defiance echoed through the World of Void. Amid the fray, Bell stood as a beacon of calm intensity, his beautiful, silvery, and nebula-purple eyes fixed on one target—Jiren.
The stoic warrior of Universe 11 stood silently, his crimson aura blazing. His energy was unnerving, a focused storm of raw power and unwavering resolve. Bell stepped forward, the ground beneath him cracking with each measured step.
Jiren's eyes shifted, acknowledging Bell without a word.
"Jiren," Bell said, his voice carrying over the chaos. "Let's see if you're as strong as they say."
Without hesitation, Jiren's aura flared as he launched himself forward. Their clash sent shockwaves rippling across the arena, drawing the attention of every fighter.
Bell tested Jiren's strength with calculated strikes, his movements fluid yet powerful. Jiren, however, countered with an elegance born of mastery, deflecting each blow with precision. Their battle transcended mere combat—it was a symphony of power and technique.
"You're holding back," Jiren said flatly, parrying a devastating punch.
Bell smirked. "I could say the same about you."
Jiren responded with a sudden surge, his strikes coming faster and harder. Bell matched him, but for the first time in a long while, he felt challenged. Despite his immense power, Jiren's focus and control gave him a slight edge.
"I see," Bell murmured, stepping back. "Your power isn't just strength. It's discipline."
The realization hit Bell like a bolt of lightning. Jiren was fully unified in body and mind, pushing 100% of his potential. Bell's power, though far greater, hadn't reached its peak due to the strain of his immense energy on his body. But something within him stirred—a deep, primal fury mixed with divine instinct.
He recalled Gohan's words about his Beast transformation: the balance of rage and control. Bell closed his eyes for a brief moment, letting his Saiyan heritage rise to the surface. His fury burned brighter, and his instincts sharpened to a razor's edge.
The arena shook as his energy spiked. His hair began to grow longer, turning a pristine white with shimmering silver streaks. His eyes glowed a luminous gold, and his skin took on a pale, almost ethereal hue. His aura flared—a radiant blend of white and gold, with arcs of electric blue crackling around him like a divine storm.
Bell opened his eyes, his voice calm but resonating with power. "This... is Divine Legendary Super Saiyan 5."
Jiren responded by unleashing his full power, his Limit Break form cloaking him in a fiery red aura. The two warriors clashed again, their blows creating shockwaves that rippled across the arena and into the void.
For a time, Jiren held his own, his immense strength and discipline keeping him in the fight. But as Bell adjusted to his new form, mastering its immense power in real-time, the tide shifted. His strikes grew faster, more precise, and his energy overwhelmed even Jiren's formidable defenses.
Bell's control over his Ki, honed through years of training and his godly nature, allowed him to seal the full might of DLSSJ5 within moments. With his power and spirit unified, Bell delivered a final, decisive blow, sending Jiren flying out of the ring.
Bell stood at the edge of the arena, his aura fading as he returned to his base form. He looked at Jiren, who had landed gracefully in the spectator area, his composure unbroken despite his elimination.
Bell inclined his head in respect. "Thank you, Jiren. You taught me what it means to use 100% of my strength. I owe this form to you."
Jiren nodded solemnly. "You've earned your victory. Fight well."
Bell turned back to the battlefield, his mind focused and calm. He had reached a new height, but he knew the tournament was far from over. The real battles were just beginning, and Bell was eager to face the strongest warriors the multiverse had to offer.
As the dust settled, Bell walked to the center of the arena, a quiet determination in his eyes. For now, he would wait, watching the skirmishes unfold and seeking out the next challenger who could push him to his limits.
The arena buzzed with the energy of combat. Fighters from across the multiverse clashed in dazzling displays of power, skill, and strategy. The Tournament of Power had begun, and already the stakes were palpable.
In the midst of the chaos, Bell sat cross-legged on a large chunk of rubble near the center of the arena. His arms rested on his knees, his expression calm and slightly amused as he observed the unfolding battles. The golden-green aura of his suppressed power flickered faintly around him, an unspoken reminder of his overwhelming presence.
Bell chuckled softly to himself. "They're really giving it their all. Not bad... not bad at all."
Goku was locked in a fierce battle with Bergamo and Lavender, the eldest and second-eldest of Universe 9's Trio of Danger. Lavender darted around Goku, releasing poisonous blasts and attempting to blindside him, while Bergamo used his size and strength to keep the Saiyan off balance.
"You're tough, I'll give you that," Goku said, grinning as he dodged Lavender's attacks and countered with a burst of energy that sent the wolf-like fighter sprawling. "But you're not tough enough!"
Bergamo roared and charged, his massive fists swinging in powerful arcs. Goku transformed into Super Saiyan Blue, his aura flaring bright, and caught Bergamo's punch with one hand. With a swift kick, Goku sent Bergamo hurtling across the arena.
From his perch, Bell smirked. "Goku's gotten sharper. He's playing with them, testing their limits before he gets serious."
On the opposite side of the arena, Piccolo and Gohan had teamed up to battle Caulifla. The Saiyan from Universe 6, known for her fiery personality and boundless potential, was a whirlwind of energy, her strikes coming fast and furious.
"You think you can keep up with me?" Caulifla taunted, transforming into Super Saiyan 2 with a burst of golden light. "I'll show you what real power looks like!"
Piccolo launched a series of energy blasts, forcing Caulifla to dodge and giving Gohan an opening. Gohan, now in his Beast form, closed the gap and unleashed a rapid series of punches, each one pushing Caulifla further back.
Bell watched with interest, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Beast Gohan, huh? Impressive. Looks like he's finally stepping up to his potential. And Piccolo... still the strategist."
Nearby, Krillin was squaring off against Majora, a fighter from Universe 4 with sharp claws and incredible reflexes. Majora's speed and agility gave him the upper hand initially, forcing Krillin to stay on the defensive.
"Come on, Krillin," Bell muttered under his breath. "Show him what you've got."
Krillin suddenly threw a Solar Flare, momentarily blinding Majora. Using the opening, Krillin launched a Destructo Disc, which narrowly missed its target but forced Majora into a corner. Krillin followed up with a barrage of energy blasts, keeping the pressure on.
Bell leaned back slightly, taking in the spectacle around him. Each battle was a glimpse into the unique styles and strategies of the fighters from across the multiverse. He could see the raw determination in their eyes, the drive to protect their universes, their people.
But for Bell, it was a reminder of how far he had come. The power he wielded now was on a scale so far beyond most of the combatants that watching these battles felt almost nostalgic.
As he watched, a small smile played across his lips. "They're fighting for survival. For pride. For hope. It's beautiful, in its own way."
The arena was a flurry of activity. Android 17 fought Kakunsa and Vikal from Universe 2, his precise strikes and energy barriers keeping them at bay. Android 18 squared off against Sorrel from Universe 9, her relentless offense proving too much for the smaller fighter.
Master Roshi, despite his age, was engaging fighters like Caway from Universe 4, using his experience and cunning to outmaneuver his opponents. His use of the Evil Containment Wave drew cheers from Zeno, who clapped excitedly.
Even Vegeta was in the thick of it, battling Botamo from Universe 6 and using his intellect and raw power to outmatch the stretchy opponent.
Bell closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the symphony of battle around him. He felt the rise and fall of power levels, the ebb and flow of energy. Each clash was a story, each fighter a testament to their universe's strength and spirit.
"Good," he thought. "Let them fight. Let them show what they're made of. When the time comes, I'll step in. For now... this is their moment."
As the battles raged on, Bell remained seated, a quiet observer. But beneath his calm exterior, his Saiyan blood burned with anticipation. The real challenges were still to come, and when they did, Bell would be ready.