Omnitrix Tyrant: The Strategist of Universe 7

Chapter 17: The Final Trial

Ben stood at the edge of a massive arena, sweat dripping from his brow. The last two trials had left him battered, bruised, and on the verge of collapse. But today was the final test.

One last fight. One last chance to prove himself.

The entire Saiyan colony had gathered to watch. Warriors lined the cliffs, whispering among themselves. Some still saw him as an outsider. Others had started to respect him.

At the center of the battlefield stood his final opponent—Taro.

The burly Saiyan cracked his knuckles, smirking. "You made it this far, outsider. But don't think I'll go easy on you."

Ben exhaled, rolling his shoulders. His body ached, but his mind was sharp. He knew how Taro fought now—fast, relentless, and merciless.

The horn sounded.

And the final battle began.

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A Fight of Pure Skill

Taro charged forward, faster than before.

Ben barely ducked under the first blow, feeling the wind pressure nearly take his head off. He countered with a sharp kick to Taro's ribs, but the Saiyan barely flinched.

A fist slammed into Ben's chest, sending him skidding backward. His breath caught in his throat. Damn, he's strong.

Taro smirked. "What's wrong? That all you got?"

Ben gritted his teeth. He couldn't win in a raw strength contest.

But he didn't need to.

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Fighting Smarter, Not Harder

Taro lunged again, fists glowing with energy. Ben sidestepped, grabbing the Saiyan's wrist and twisting it into a painful lock.

Taro growled, trying to break free—just as Ben drove his knee into his stomach.

For the first time, Taro stumbled.

Ben didn't stop. He struck again and again, targeting weak points—joints, pressure points, nerve clusters. He wasn't fighting like a Saiyan.

He was fighting like a strategist.

The crowd murmured. No one had seen this style before.

Taro roared, swinging wildly. Ben ducked, dodged, and countered. Every move was calculated, precise. He wasn't trying to overpower Taro.

He was outmaneuvering him.

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Victory Through Intelligence

After ten minutes of brutal exchanges, Taro was on one knee, breathing heavily. Ben stood over him, barely holding himself together.

The arena was silent.

Matriarch Juno finally spoke. "The winner is… Ben."

A mix of cheers and stunned silence followed.

Taro looked up at Ben and… laughed. "Damn. You really got me."

He stood up, offering his hand. "You earned this."

Ben hesitated, then clasped it.

He had won.

He was no longer just an outsider. He was one of them now.

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The Calm Before the Storm

That night, the Saiyan warriors celebrated. Food and drinks flowed, laughter filled the air, and for the first time, Ben felt like he belonged.

But even as he laughed with them, a cold chill ran down his spine.

Far above, in the darkness of space, Frieza's fleet had arrived.

The invasion was about to begin.

And Ben was out of time.

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