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“Guhhh! Grrrr!” he snarls, trying his best to fight back but your onslaught washes over him like a wave. For every five blows he blocks, another two find their mark. Every second getting hit with dozens of blows he's unable to block or slip as you push yourself to the limit. Giving the technique everything you've got, battering Freeza as you push him back step by step. Until, furious, he roars, unleashing his golden ki in an Explosive Wave. “SHYAAAAAAAAA!!”

“Gyuuha!” you wheeze as his ki, ripping the illusory ki fists to shreds slams into you. Sending you flying for a couple dozen yards, then flipping backwards and landing on all fours. Sliding back, letting the momentum carry you back up to your feet as you slide to a stop. “Heh. So, what do you think?”
“What? Do I think?” he replies, panting. Trying to catch his breath. “What. The hell?”
“It's quite the technique, isn't it?” you reply, grinning. “And now that we have this year to train, I'm going to master this style as well.”

“Style?” Yes, I could see how such a technique could be a style all its own.” he replies, his own hand coming to his chin. While his other hand he moves it, mirroring your startup with that half of the infinite symbol. Moving his arm the same way you had, creating the same phantom fists flowing behind his real one. Throwing a jab in the air, then watching as the phantom limbs follow suit then merge back with his real hand each time. “Interesting. Quite the technique that Earthling developed. King Chappa, you said his name was? I shall have to thank him personally, once this tournament's through.”
“So, you ready?” you reply, retaking your fighting stance. “This year's not getting any longer.”
“Perhaps...” he replies, then starts copying the Infinite Arm Fist seriously, using both hands and fully activating the technique. Throwing a couple attacks, watching how the other arms copy them while keeping his real hands moving, so they don't merge back with the phantom ones again. “Yes, this could work.”

The two of you continue to spar throughout the day, pushing yourselves to exhaustion until Freeza calls an end to the sparring. Where you both drop, exhausted. Falling to a knee, yet you maintain your Berserker God form, despite the strain on your exhausted body. Freeza, however, drops his Golden form. Reverting back to normal as he struggles.

“Damn. Maintaining my Golden form. Through exhaustion. Is far more. Difficult. Than I'd imagined.” he says on all fours, unable to push himself back up yet, but refusing to fall flat on the ground. Despite being miles away from the living area and with the heavy gravity pressing down on you both, he refuses to fall completely.


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