Reborn as a Saiyan in marvel

A series of thunderous explosions rocked the desolate landscape, kicking up plumes of dust and sand into the scorching air. Craters, some small and others massive, marred the battlefield, each a testament to the sheer destructive force being unleashed. The sun hung high above, casting long, wavering heat mirages across the arid land, but the true storm raged between the two warriors locked in battle.

In a flash, two silhouettes materialized amidst the chaos, their fists colliding with a force so immense that the very air rippled outward in a deafening shockwave. The ground cracked beneath them, and a rolling wall of kinetic energy surged outward, displacing the sand in violent gusts.

Battle Beast roared, his arms tensing as he pushed his massive sword downward with all his might, its edge gleaming with the promise of death. Sparks flew as steel ground against William's braced forearms, his muscles straining under the pressure. The lion-like warrior bared his fangs, his predatory eyes burning with battle-lust as the blade inched ever closer to William's chest.

Then, William vanished.

The abrupt disappearance threw Battle Beast off balance, his forward momentum carrying him further than he had anticipated. His sword slammed into the ground, the impact carving a deep fissure into the earth as he used it to steady himself. But before he could fully regain his footing, a blur of movement flashed in his peripheral vision, too fast to react to.

A crushing force struck his side.

William's foot slammed into Battle Beast's ribs with a devastating crack, the sheer force of the blow causing his massive body to contort unnaturally in midair. His breath exploded from his lungs in a choked grunt as he was launched across the battlefield like a ragdoll. He crashed through the desert floor, carving a deep trench in his wake before finally coming to a stop, sand and debris cascading around his prone form.

For a brief moment, there was silence, save for the distant crackling of still-burning embers from previous explosions. Then, amidst the dust cloud, a deep, guttural chuckle echoed.

Battle Beast rose to his feet, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the pain. He wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, his grin widening.

"Now that," he growled, his voice brimming with excitement, "was a proper hit."

His eyes locked onto William's form standing amidst the ruined battlefield, brilliant emerald energy crackling around him like a storm barely restrained.

The fight was far from over.

Battle Beast snarled, his fanged maw twisting into a grin of pure bloodlust. His massive arm cocked back, every vein pulsing visibly beneath his thick, battle-worn fur. Then—

BOOM!

The air detonated around him as his colossal sword left his grasp like a missile fired from a cannon. The sheer force of the throw sent a deafening shriek through the battlefield, the blade cutting through the atmosphere with enough speed to slice steel like paper. Yet, before it even reached a quarter of the distance, Battle Beast had already dropped onto all fours, his claws burrowing deep into the earth as though it offered no resistance.

Then, the real storm began.

His body coiled, muscles tightening like drawn cables, the very air around him shimmering with heat from the sheer exertion of power. And then—

BOOOOM!

A second explosion tore through the desert as he launched himself forward, shattering rock and earth beneath his clawed limbs. He surged past his own sword in an instant, his body nothing but a pale blur against the darkening sky, his golden predatory eyes gleaming with the thrill of battle.

William saw him coming, but Battle Beast was already lunging, claws extended, aiming to rip him apart mid-dodge.

SKKKKT!

William twisted his body at the last second, narrowly avoiding the swipe, but the sheer kinetic energy from the attack carved massive craters in the desert behind him, a testament to the raw, terrifying strength of his opponent. A flicker of surprise crossed his mind, but there was no time to dwell on it—

Battle Beast was already in his face.

He came at William like a demon possessed, his savage snarl practically vibrating through the air. Drool dripped from his bared fangs, his teeth long and wickedly sharp, hungry for flesh. His battle frenzy had reached an apex, and William could see it in his eyes—

This was everything he lived for.

William unfurled his tail in response, the powerful limb lashing out with the force of a battering ram. The blow connected, the impact so violent that Battle Beast's face distorted for a fraction of a second before his body was launched sideways, his massive frame hurtling through the battlefield like a ragdoll.

Yet, even as he spun through the air, Battle Beast reached out.

His fingers curled around the hilt of his thrown sword just as it passed him, his grip tightening with monstrous strength. With a savage twist, he used the momentum to wrench himself out of his uncontrollable spiral, slamming his feet into the ground with an impact that sent tremors through the landscape.

The battle raged on.

Hours passed in a blur of destruction. The desert was no longer recognizable—

The terrain was obliterated, torn apart by the sheer ferocity of their fight. Jagged rock formations had been reduced to rubble. Craters dotted the battlefield like the scars of some ancient war. And as the sky darkened, the only light came from William's emerald-green aura and the piercing glow of Battle Beast's golden, predator-like eyes.

At some point, Battle Beast had lost his sword, its shattered remains littering the battlefield, glinting beneath the dim moonlight. Now, he stalked through the shadows, blending into the night like a phantom. The clouds above blotted out the moon, and in the absence of light, William relied on his senses—

He could hear it. The slow, deliberate movement. The scrape of claws against stone. The faint crunch of disturbed earth.

Then, a sudden spark.

A flash of movement. A storm of nigh-invisible rocks launched toward him at breakneck speed.

CRACK!

The first rock struck clean against his ribs, followed by another slamming into his shoulder, then his thigh, then his gut. The force of each impact was like taking a punch from a rampaging juggernaut, and despite his durability, William felt the sting. Volcanic blood bubbled up in his throat before spilling onto the arid ground below, sizzling against the sand as it cooled.

The attack wasn't random.

It was a distraction.

Battle Beast was already behind him.

The air split apart with the sheer speed of his incoming strike, his claws aiming for the kill. William reacted instantly—

He spun, his leg already moving, muscles coiling, unleashing—

BOOM!

His foot smashed into Battle Beast's chin with an explosive impact, sending the beast hurtling skyward like a launched rocket. The force twisted his head violently, his body flipping uncontrollably as he ascended into the night sky.

William didn't let up.

His knees bent, and with a single, earth-shattering leap—

BOOOM!

The desert cracked beneath his feet as he shot into the heavens, emerald-green aura burning like a comet. Mid-air, he caught up to Battle Beast, who was still reeling from the devastating kick, his brain rattled from the sheer force of it.

And then the real punishment began.

BOOM! POW! CRACK! POW! BOOM! POW!

A relentless barrage of fists rained down on Battle Beast's body, each strike detonating against his flesh like meteoric collisions. Shockwaves rippled through the atmosphere, tearing apart the thin clouds that dared linger. Every hit sent the beast reeling further into the sky, his body contorted under the brutal assault.

Then—

William cocked back his fist, emerald energy surging around it like a celestial gauntlet, condensing into a form of pure, crushing force. The night itself seemed to hold its breath.

With one final, earth-shattering punch—

POW!

The sheer force of the impact ignited the very air, creating a chain of sonic booms that echoed across the desert. Battle Beast's body became a blur, streaking toward the heavens at impossible speed. Within seconds, he was in high orbit, his mind barely clinging to consciousness.

And then, instinct kicked in.

His body went rigid. His breathing slowed. His vitals dropped.

Battle Beast entered hibernation.

William hovered, his breathing steadying as he observed his opponent drifting in the void, lost to the battle trance that only true warriors knew. He could chase him, finish it now—

But no.

A warrior like that would be useful later.

A faint smirk tugged at William's lips as he turned away, descending back toward the broken battlefield below.

[Ding - System Message - Quest Complete - Defeat Battle Beast "for now!"]

[Ding - Reward - Fang of the Indomitable - A mystical fang infused with Battle Beast's raw combat spirit!]

Drifting through the void of space, Battle Beast's unconscious form floated like a forgotten warrior lost to the abyss. His body was covered in battle wounds, deep gashes in his thick fur, and bruises that marred his once-pristine hide. Yet, despite the brutal punishment, he remained alive, his body locked in a near-death hibernation, a survival instinct ingrained in his warrior race.

A shadow eclipsed the stars.

A sleek spacecraft hovered above the drifting warrior, its hull reflecting the distant glow of planetary lights. The ship's side door hissed open, and a figure stepped forward, his form silhouetted against the interior's sterile glow.

Allen the Alien.

His large singular eye widened as he took in the sight before him. Battle Beast, defeated? The very thought was almost absurd. He had heard of the creature's legendary strength, of his endless pursuit of worthy battles. Yet here he was, unconscious, his breathing shallow.

Allen extended a hand, his fingers closing around Battle Beast's furred wrist. He felt a faint pulse. He was still alive. Barely.

"This guy…" Allen muttered, shaking his head. "Who the hell did you fight?"

Without hesitation, Allen activated his ship's retrieval systems. A beam of light enveloped Battle Beast, pulling him into the vessel's medical chamber. Allen watched as the auto-systems kicked in, scanners running over the warrior's battered form.

"Whatever happened to you," Allen murmured, watching the monitors flicker with data, "I gotta find out who's strong enough to put you in this state."

Meanwhile, back on Earth, the battlefield was still settling.

The once-bustling cityscape that surrounded Machine Head's towering skyscraper was in ruins. Smoke billowed from crushed vehicles, shattered glass rained from the broken windows of nearby buildings, and debris littered the streets. The echoes of battle still hung in the air like a fading storm.

In the center of it all, standing atop the wreckage of Machine Head's opulent penthouse office, Mark Grayson, Invincible, held Machine Head by the scruff of his pristine, expensive suit. The crime lord's metallic face twisted into a mixture of terror and indignation.

"W-Wait! This is all a misunderstanding!" Machine Head stammered, his robotic voice crackling. "We can work something out! I have resources! Connections!"

Mark's face was set in a firm scowl, his muscles still tensed from the fight. Blood, none of it his, stained his suit, and his breaths were slightly ragged. He had been through hell tonight.

And then, the air shifted.

A sudden gust, a flicker of energy, and then—

BOOM!

A shockwave rippled through the battlefield as a golden-red aura erupted from above, casting long shadows through the wreckage. The force was enough to make Mark instinctively brace himself, Machine Head letting out a panicked yelp as debris was pushed away in a miniature explosion of dust.

Hovering above, descending like a god of war, was William.

His emerald-green aura flared around him, crackling with power, remnants of his previous battle still evident in the scorched patches of his clothing and the dried volcanic blood on his knuckles. His eyes, sharp and unwavering, locked onto Mark's bewildered face.

"You're still holding onto him?" William asked casually, descending onto the ruined rooftop. His boots crunched against the debris as his aura slowly faded.

Mark blinked, still thrown off by William's sudden arrival. "I, uh, yeah, I was just—"

William sighed, rolling his shoulders. "You should've knocked him out first. Guy talks too much."

Machine Head took the insult as an opportunity. "Exactly! Someone with some sense! Look, let's all be rational about this—"

CRACK!

William's tail lashed out with precise speed, slamming into Machine Head's torso with enough force to rattle his internal circuits. The crime lord's voice cut off instantly as he went limp in Mark's grip.

Mark stared at William, then at the now-unconscious Machine Head. "Was that really necessary?"

William smirked. "You tell me. You were about to listen to him ramble for another ten minutes."