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The normal acuity of his perception had lulled as he went through the motions of his course. The success of his strike meeting its intended target to deliver a driving impact was tangible in his senses, and the euphoric sensation of landing a tangible blow on a worthy opponent after spending so much time defeating lesser enemies that require no effort on his part was palpable. He could feel the elation of finally having a challenge run through his veins, stirring the beast within that he normally kept leashed and chained down from its slumber. There was a deep and prolific warmth within his soul that vitalized him at the thought of an opponent finally presenting themself to him that might make him actually have to work for his victory for a change, and of course, it came from the one man who always provided. Sparga had nothing but respect for Kado because he was the only warrior he knew who could still provide a real challenge to him aside from his own martial arts mentor and teacher. So it would only make sense that in his jubilation of having to actually try for once in a while, he might have holes in his defenses - defenses that had long gone negligent due to lack of need.
Sparga was surprised that Kado had withstood such a powerful strike when in the past, such forces would have caused the warrior to buckle given the gap in physical strength between them. Kado had always been faster, sure, and still was. But Sparga was stronger. And the ability to hold fast against this strike proved that Kado had grown in physical resilience as well as the improvements to his speed. And that thought encouraged Sparga in a way he had seldom had the pleasure of before.
And then Kado saw and seized his opening. The thrust of his hand at point-blank range to smash the sphere of vitriolic and energized fury forward so it might detonate against Sparga’s abdomen struck true, resulting in a furious explosion of forceful and crushing strength that caused the moon’s landscape to crumble under the wake of such intense and intentful power. For several miles across, the lunar wastelands were subjected to a heavy gust that came from the detonation, and the immediate impact zone was charred to cinders from the heat of the release. The concussive weight of the blast induced into the environment a shattering crash within the radius of release and impact before the detonation would then project its kinetic force out into a wider scale that sent long dormant lunar dust and sand into a billowing plume with the shockwave resonating out in all directions.
And Sparga, who was at the center of such a blast, was subsequently introduced to the full force of such an attack at its epicenter before kinetic momentum might disperse further out, ensuring he took the total weight of the strike and its explosion. His momentum torn from him, he went into a wide tumble as he spiralled and rolled through the air, smoke trailing from his body as the charring onto his normally pristine suit left itself as evidence of a successful attack. Gritting his teeth, he caught himself and adjusted his flight by regaining control of his momentum and grasping hold of the controls of his directional velocity. Grounding himself into a more controlled flight, he let the momentum forced onto him continue as he twisted at the hips while shifting the distribution of his weight so he might land on his feet safely.
Even with the full range of successful attacks repeatedly landing against him, the Saiyan of Steel was wearing an expression of… joy? He smiled, lifting his hand up to brush his knuckles against his lower lip, wiping away some of the ash and soot from the blast off of his face. True to his epithet, Sparga stood tall and resolute, showing no discernable damages to his body underneath the impacted zones underneath his suit - Whatever damages he sustained, if any, were not visible. His bio-electric aura, a constant passive thanks to his unique physiology, maintained itself as a dampening zone that any heavy impact would have to filter into and through before actually reaching him to induce any tangible and visible damage to his physique, thus requiring any attack to harm him to be of only the most deific caliber. Nothing less would suffice.
Kado had grown stronger, that much was evident. But would it be enough?
Sparga: “Heh. Thanks. I’ve been needing that. It’s nice to fight someone strong enough to land a hit I can feel for a change. Not like I expected anything less from you, of course. You’re about the only person left who can.”
There was a subtle shift in Sparga’s posture, a weight that wasn’t there before. And suddenly, in an instant, it was like he was a different person. There wasn’t any dramatic spike in power output, no surge in energy. Just a shifting of footing and a straightening of the spine and the way he carried himself. Sparga’s chest looked bigger, and his shoulders broader, like he had stopped trying to make himself look smaller and shrink into himself. His senses were honed properly now throughout the course of this exchange, and he was warmed up to his liking. And just like not too long ago against a certain pride trooper, there was this thought in his mind that maybe he could finally stop pulling his punches.
Mind and Body as One in a cohesive and efficient unit, he grinned in the faintest glimmer of joy, keeping his effort to discipline himself and withhold his joy, but the emotion was slipping through the cracks as he was finding himself overwhelmed with the primal, instinctive urge all members of his species felt. His senses now properly alert and aware after being roused from dormancy, he feeling at least a little more like himself. And then he moved.
In the past, Sparga had always been slower, partially due to personal limitations and inhibitions. Sparga never moved faster than light speed before while on Earth, and that was due to the fear of how much drag force his momentum might induce onto the planet and his immediate surroundings. Here on the moon, where there was no worry for collateral damage, that fear was nonexistent. And when Sparga charged, light itself was unable to keep pace with him before he might force his way into his opponent’s space to pierce through the faint glow of aura flickering off of his target and swing his fist upward in a skyward uppercut faster than even his forward dash. Moving across the distance now formed between them in a quarter of a picosecond’s time, Sparga’s left fist would then thrust itself upward like a rocket in a following quarter of a picosecond’s frame. As he charged, his right hand was poised and primed to react as needed in case the opponent proved capable of reacting to this sudden burst of energy and velocity. Sharp senses maintained themselves into total optimization as he moved to simultaneously breach the opponent’s personal space and then deliver his strike in a half-picosecond time frame.
Upon impact landing true, Kado would find his sternum stricken with strength that defied reason - a single punch weighing in at well over 50 petatons. For comparison, Sparga’s previous kick that landed true was clocked in at 150 gigatons of TNT force. This uppercut, driven by full intent and a greater level of confidence that Kado was not just faster than Sparga but finally at a level of meeting him blow for blow in a real and genuine exchange of physicality after all these years. To further explain the comparison, 150 gigatons is more than enough force to pulverize an island into rubble. And 50 petatons is the equivalent to 50,000,000 (50 million) gigatons. And such forces wouldn’t just be capable of turning a small island into powder, but an entire continent.
To an outside observer with less astute senses, the display might play out as if Sparga was standing still and then Kado might be hit with a shockwave that spawned from nothing before the landscape between them was ripped apart and shattered by some astronomical wave of drag force and kinetic momentum pulling it toward Kado before the lag of light would catch up and reveal Sparga having moved so fast that the reflections of light bouncing off of his body would fail to keep up until after his entire course of action might play out. The sheer enormity of Sparga’s speed was so great that his very momentum induced such powerful dragging winds that the moon shuddered in its entirety before the impact of his uppercut (regardless if it landed onto Kado or not) was of such an enormous force that the kinetic discharge of strength and momentum would cause tectonic plates to shift and the landscape would adjust as the force behind Sparga’s punch kicked up such a gargantuan seismic tremor that whether or not it hit Kado, the ground would rumble behind them and a large plateau fifty miles wide would rise up from the moon’s surface, creating a wall behind them. And this was nothing to say if Sparga’s knuckles met their mark.
Upon a successful strike, Kado would be subjected to weight and forces that could send even the largest planets trembling directly smashing against his sternum. But even as he made his forward charge, Sparga kept his wits about him as he maintained a reflexive awareness in case he might need to alter or adjust his movements at the most abrupt notice, sharp senses and super brain working in tandem to ensure no action that occurred might escape his notice without difficulty as his perception of the world slowed down so that even at such disarming speeds, he might perceive everything in slow motion. Mind and Body as One, he proceeded with full intent to drive home his strength and measure just how much of it Kado can withstand, and determine how much more of the lion’s share of his might he can finally let loose.
If Kado found himself under the weight of such a thunderous punch, then he’d be sent smashing into the newly formed cliff above them, and his body would hammer and pulverize the rock if he smashed into it, before being sent through it at an upward angle.
And Sparga would hold his ground, fist clenched with every fiber and muscle in his body primed and eager to indulge in their mutual combat. Senses high and alert from the joy of being able to truly stretch his legs as a warrior, his reactionary state throughout the course of enacting and then even after completing his desired action would be vibrating with efficiency. Mind and Body as One, the Saiyan Kryptonian hybrid readied himself for whatever Kado might have in store for him.
