Jiren was still reeling from the overwhelming pressure of Uchiha Chiga's aura when the Dragon God himself suddenly spoke—calmly accepting his challenge.
Jiren's eyes widened. "Wait… are you serious? Dragon God, here? This is your residence. If it gets destroyed—"
"If it gets damaged," Chiga replied lightly, "you'll pay for it."
"Uh…"
Jiren froze, rubbing the back of his bald head awkwardly. "Sorry, Dragon God, I don't have any money. And even if I did, it probably wouldn't work in this universe…"
It was rare to see Jiren looking so uneasy. Belmod couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.
Chiga's expression softened with a faint smile. "Relax. I'm joking. We won't fight here."
Before Jiren could respond, Chiga's form blurred and vanished—then reappeared beside him in an instant.
Speed meant nothing to a being like Uchiha Chiga. His movement transcended time and space itself.
He raised one finger and gently tapped Jiren's forehead.
The world around them shifted.
Jiren blinked, and the scene before him transformed completely. He now stood in a vast, radiant expanse filled with swirling lights and an endless, sky-like horizon that shimmered with divine brilliance.
Chiga's form materialized ahead, his golden eyes glowing faintly.
"This is a realm I created myself," he said with a calm smile. "You can call it the Dragon God Realm. It's still a bit rough—unfinished—but here, you can go all out without restraint."
Jiren swallowed hard.
Creating an entire dimension from nothing—this wasn't mere strength. It was creation itself.
But this was no time for awe. Facing a being like Uchiha Chiga was a once-in-a-lifetime chance.
He steadied his breath, banishing hesitation. There would be no testing, no warm-up. Only his full strength.
He clenched his fists. A deep crimson aura erupted around him, heat warping the air as his energy flared like a burning star.
This was Jiren at his peak—the absolute limit of his mortal body.
Chiga nodded approvingly.
"Impressive aura. You've already surpassed most Gods of Destruction in raw power. Even Champa would struggle against you without using Destruction Energy."
That was no small praise. Champa, the twin brother of Beerus, was among the mightiest.
Aside from Beerus, Belmod, and Quitela, few Gods of Destruction could rival him.
To receive such acknowledgment from the Dragon God himself stirred something in Jiren's heart.
Belmod had praised him before, but Belmod was still only a God of Destruction.
Uchiha Chiga, however, was the Dragon God—a being capable of suppressing entire universes with a single gesture.
For Jiren, that recognition meant everything.
Chiga genuinely admired Jiren. Because of him, warriors like Goku and Vegeta had faced fewer crises—though at the cost of slower growth.
Within the three universes Chiga governed, Jiren stood undisputed as the strongest mortal—a true champion among champions.
Drawing a deep breath, Jiren's eyes burned with resolve.
"Dragon God… I'm coming!"
Chiga uncrossed his arms, his tone steady yet commanding.
"Go ahead. Show me your full power."
Jiren stomped down, sending shockwaves across the luminous plain. He thrust his arm forward, unleashing a mighty punch straight toward Chiga.
Chiga extended just one finger—and stopped it effortlessly.
Jiren's eyes widened in disbelief. His instincts, honed through countless battles, kicked in instantly. He withdrew, leapt into the air, and began gathering energy.
A massive crimson sphere formed between his palms, bright enough to vaporize a planet in seconds. Then another. And another.
Dozens of blazing energy orbs rained down toward Chiga like a storm of miniature suns.
Chiga didn't move. He merely raised a single hand, summoning a golden barrier above him.
Each orb struck the barrier like raindrops falling into the ocean—creating faint ripples before fading into nothing.
Jiren hovered midair, sweat tracing down his temple. Just two exchanges, and he already understood the vast gulf between them.
For so long, he'd believed that beyond Universe Eleven, there was no one stronger.
But standing before this being, he finally realized how narrow his view had been.
Still, he refused to stop. His hands rose again, gathering energy.
The sphere between his palms swelled to monstrous size, pulsing with destructive might.
"High Energy Slash!" he roared, hurling the massive orb downward with all his strength.
Chiga looked up, calm and unshaken.
In the blink of an eye, his figure blurred—appearing within the descending mass of energy.
Jiren's pupils contracted in disbelief.
His ultimate attack deflated like a punctured balloon, the energy unraveling into countless crimson streams that flowed harmlessly into Chiga's body.
The Dragon God absorbed it without effort, smiling faintly.
"Not bad," he murmured.
He raised both hands. Between his palms, a sphere of golden light began to form—dense, radiant, and divine.
"Marcarita once tasted this move," Chiga said softly. "Now it's your turn. Maha Brahma."
At his words, the golden light surged, vibrating with immeasurable force. Though Chiga carefully restrained its might—matching the power he had once used against Marcarita—it was still more than enough to test Jiren's limits.
Feeling the immense pressure bearing down on him, Jiren clenched his teeth and crossed his arms before his chest.
His aura blazed once again, crimson light flaring like a storm of fire.
There was no fear—only resolve.
He would face the Dragon God's power head-on.
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Jiren's eyes narrowed as the golden sphere continued to grow, its brilliance illuminating every corner of the Dragon God Realm.
The air itself seemed to quiver under the raw energy, and even the distant horizon shimmered from the intensity.
Jiren could feel his heart pounding—not from fear, but from the thrill of confronting such overwhelming power.
He shifted slightly, grounding himself as the golden light surged toward him like a tidal wave of divinity.
The moment was now. Every lesson, every battle, every ounce of strength he had honed over a lifetime would be put to the test.
Jiren inhaled sharply, his entire being radiating crimson energy that clashed against the golden aura in a silent, invisible struggle.
Time seemed to slow. Every particle in the realm trembled, and the ground beneath him shimmered with the friction of clashing energies.
Jiren's fists clenched tighter, veins visible as his muscles tensed under the overwhelming strain.
The Dragon God's gaze met his, calm yet piercing, and Jiren felt a strange sense of clarity amidst the chaos.
This was not just a fight—it was a trial, a proving ground to measure the limits of his body, his mind, and his spirit.
With a deep, steadying breath, Jiren leapt forward, ready to meet the golden onslaught head-on.