The Saiyan In The Cultivation World.

'I'm slowly tapping into the level of power I once had before my mother sealed it away,' I thought with a smirk. 'And this time, it's all refined and enhanced through my cultivation.'

I was born powerful, but that power had been locked away, sealed to keep it from overwhelming me. Yet, bit by bit, it was returning, stronger, sharper, and far more refined.

As a Saiyan, I was born with strength far surpassing that of a normal human. In my past life, I had been born with enough power to destroy planets. But this life was different. That immense power had been translated into cultivation potential and a fortified life force, both of which were sealed away at birth.

Now, as the seals gradually unravel, the power flows back to me, not as it once was, but far stronger, amplified by my cultivation efforts. And no, I don't get a Zenkai boost when I cultivate. That's not how it works. Instead, I am pushing myself, self-harming in a way. Goku and the others don't get a Zenkai boost from training, the same goes for me.

"It's far more refined," Lan Mei said lightly, her voice calm as she took a step back to dodge the kick aimed at her head.

To the untrained eye, it was as if I had teleported. One moment I was bouncing on the balls of my feet, and the next, I had vanished. The air cracked with the force of my movement as my kick descended like a meteor.

The impact didn't connect with her, but the sheer power behind it was undeniable. The mountain beneath us groaned before splitting cleanly in half, a testament to the force I had unleashed.

"And your comprehension of the sword… all of this without a master. Impressive," Lan Mei remarked, her gaze lingering on the mountain, now cleaved cleanly in half.

I smiled at her words, feeling a sense of satisfaction. With a surge of energy, my Ki erupted from my body, enveloping me in a fiery aura. The force stabilized me mid-air, preventing me from falling into the abyss below.

In a flash, I appeared before Lan Mei, unleashing a relentless barrage of attacks. My kicks carried the razor-sharp edge of the finest blade, while my punches held the crushing might of an unyielding hammer. My movements were a blur, unreadable, and precise, each strike executed with near perfection and without a single wasteful motion.

Yet, despite the ferocity of my assault, Lan Mei evaded every attack effortlessly. She moved with an unmatched grace, weaving through my strikes as though anticipating them before they came. Not a bead of sweat formed on her brow, her calm composure in stark contrast to the intensity of my onslaught.

A grin slowly spread across my face, excitement surging through me. When was the last time I had the chance to truly enjoy myself like this? My movements grew sharper, my attacks more refined, as I adapted mid-combat, pushing myself further with each passing moment.

Lan Mei's calm demeanor began to shift, her movements requiring more precision. She found herself needing to put in more effort to evade, realizing that the same level of effort that worked moments ago was no longer sufficient for my next attack.

'He is truly talented…' Lan Mei thought, her gaze flickering toward the sea of destruction created by their short battle. Craters scarred the land, and the mountain range was reduced to rubble, a testament to the sheer intensity of his power.

'But the more he fights, the more he loses himself in the thrill of battle,' she mused, her expression unreadable. She could see it in his eyes, the growing excitement, the primal joy in testing his strength against a worthy opponent. It was both his greatest strength and his most dangerous flaw.

"Is this everything?" Lan Mei asked her tone calm yet tinged with curiosity. A faint smile played on her lips as she observed me. "I'll admit, your mastery over these paths makes you unmatched even in the Nascent Soul realm."

She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as if challenging me. "But you're holding back… aren't you? Show me everything," she said, her voice carrying a subtle edge of anticipation.

I grinned at her words, my smile turning savage, almost primal. It was the grin of a beast reveling in the thrill of the hunt, savoring the challenge laid before it.

As I floated into the air, an aura of raw power radiating from me, Lan Mei's eyes narrowed. For a moment, she saw an illusion It was as if I stood at the very nexus of Heaven and Earth, where the skies and the land were split apart.

The sight was both awe-inspiring and unsettling, a stark reminder of the untapped potential within me.

"This is my third strongest attack. Can you take it?" I asked, my voice calm but laced with a challenge. The air around me twisted and warped, rippling with raw power as I prepared to unleash it. "Something tells me you can handle its full might."

Lan Mei's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. For the first time, genuine shock flickered across her usually composed face. Her gaze shifted back to me, a mix of disbelief and awe in her expression.

'When… when did he create such a thing?' she thought, her mind racing. She had been watching me closely, always vigilant, and yet this technique had slipped past her notice entirely. It was as if I had pulled it from nowhere, a testament to the depths of my power.

She watched in awe as the heavens became my blade, and the earth transformed into my hilt. The very fabric of the world trembled, and a colossal sword was born, its size stretching to rival the heavens themselves.

The sword was a paradox, a masterpiece of chaos and harmony. Its blade shimmered in black and red, like a glitch in reality, as if the world itself struggled to comprehend its existence. The hilt, golden and regal, seemed to embody the earth's most precious resources, radiating an aura of untamed power.

Yet, this was no ordinary sword. It lacked a traditional blade, with no sharp edges or piercing points. It was a weapon born from all paths: the way of the sword, the way of the spear, the way of the shield, the way of the bow, the essence of every path fused into one. A weapon of infinite potential.

If that was all, it would have been impressive but comprehensible. Lan Mei, while challenged, could have still managed to grasp the enormity of what she was witnessing. But that wasn't everything.

My spirit surged forward, merging with the colossal sword, wrapping it in an invisible armor, a force known as Armament Haki. The air crackled with intensity as the sword's very presence grew heavier, more indomitable.

Simultaneously, my willpower poured into the weapon, imbuing it with an overwhelming aura of dominance. This was Conqueror's Haki, the embodiment of absolute will, amplifying the sword's attack power to unparalleled heights.

The combination was something Lan Mei had never encountered, something that defied conventional understanding. Her eyes narrowed, her shock palpable, as the sheer might of the sword radiated through the heavens and earth.

She was stunned, her composure shattered as the realization struck her. This Haki, a power born from the fusion of every path, was something unheard of, a phenomenon that should not have been possible. Yet here it was, manifesting before her eyes, forged in this so-called small world.

Her shock deepened as the implications sank in. This was no ordinary technique, it was something so profound that even immortals would wage wars and fight to the death for it. The fact that it had been created here, in such an unassuming realm, defied all logic.

Her eyes widened so much they nearly fell out of their sockets, disbelief etched into her features. 'How… how could something like this exist here?' she thought, her mind racing to keep up with what she was witnessing.

"I will tell you of the beginning," I chanted, my voice echoing through the mountains like the proclamation of a god. "Heaven and Earth split, nothingness praised creation, and my Sword of Rupture cleaved the world! Mortar of the stars, heaven's hell is the eve of creation's celebration."

The colossal sword in my hands pulsed with raw, unrelenting power, growing more real and more terrifying with every word I spoke. "Enuma Elish!" I roared, the final declaration shaking the very fabric of existence.

The winds surrounding the blade turned crimson, a manifestation of its destructive intent. They tore through the heavens and earth, annihilating anything foolish enough to draw near. As the chant concluded, I let out a mighty cry, driving the sword forward with unstoppable force.

The attack surged forth, a wave of destruction so absolute that it erased everything in its path. Space, time, matter, none of it could withstand the might of the Sword of Rupture. The world stood still, trembling in the aftermath of a power meant to unmake creation itself.