They came separately.
Not because the gods wanted honor but because they wanted data.
The first mortal champion struck while I was alone on a fractured world, its sky permanently frozen in twilight.
Champion One : Namekian of the Lost Chorus
Power Level: 5.8 Billion
Abilities: Multi-conscious regeneration, layered ki barriers, clan-memory combat instincts
I did not transform.
My Power
Base: 34,000,000,000
The fight was short but not trivial.
He fought like a committee of ghosts, every limb striking with different intent. I dropped my guard and allowed damage. I Allowed his poison ki to burn through my chest.
True Zenkais required proximity to death.
When I ended him, my base had already climbed.
Base (Post-Fight): 36.2 Billion
The gods observed, smirked
And adjusted.
End of the chapter