Super Saiyan 4 Broly was unstoppable.
In mere seconds, he'd eliminated three warriors from Universe Eleven. Dyspo had escaped by sheer luck—barely—but even the speed warrior bore serious injuries from the encounter.
Universe Eleven's spectator section filled with new arrivals, yet their God of Destruction remained utterly composed. Calm. Almost serene. As long as Toppo and Jiren stood on that battlefield, victory was assured. Everyone else? Expendable.
BOOOOOOM.
A thunderous explosion erupted from the opposite side of the arena. Multiple fighters materialized simultaneously in Universe Three and Universe Eight's spectator sections—all eliminated at once, as if swept away by a single catastrophic attack.
Eyes turned toward the source of destruction. A colossal monster stood amidst the smoke and rubble, spraying torrents of fiery energy from multiple cannon ports across its body.
The creature defied easy description. Tentacle-like appendages protruded from both sides of its head. Massive gemstones—pulsing with inner light—were embedded in its forehead, arms, and chest. Wings the size of buildings flapped behind its back, creating hurricane winds. Most impressively, it stood as tall as a hill, a living siege weapon dominating the battlefield.
"Universe Three finally revealed their trump card," someone whispered.
"Only the strongest remain now."
Nervous sweat beaded on foreheads throughout the spectator stands. Hearts beat faster. The endgame had truly arrived.
The Grand Priest's voice rang across the World of Void with perfect clarity: "All contestants from Universe Five and Universe Eight have been eliminated."
"Thank you for this opportunity," they said in unison.
"Wait, how many universes are left now?" Grand Zeno looked around at the increasingly empty stands, trying to count. "I can't remember!"
"Six universes remain in competition, Your Majesty," the Grand Priest explained patiently. "Universe One, Universe Three, Universe Six, Universe Seven, Universe Eleven, and Universe Twelve."
"Oh! Six more!"
"However, time is running short. If no clear victor emerges before the limit expires, the winner will be determined by number of remaining fighters."
Zeno nodded, only partially understanding the explanation. His attention had already shifted back to the battlefield. "This is so cool! That big monster guy is really fun to watch! And those fighters over there are so fast I can barely see them!"
In the tournament's final stage, only the truly powerful remained. The spectacle had reached its peak.
The battlefield had naturally divided into three distinct zones.
Zone One: Goku, Vegeta, and other divine-level fighters faced each other in tense standoff. No one had broken the delicate balance yet—each warrior calculating, waiting for the perfect opening.
Zone Two: Toppo pursued Gohan and the absorbed Majin Buu through guerrilla warfare. Neither side could gain decisive advantage, locked in deadly cat-and-mouse across the fractured terrain.
Zone Three: The remaining fighters—Universe Six's Namekians, Universe Three's fusion monster, Super Saiyan 4 Broly, Tarble, and others—waged brutal combat across the largest section of arena.
Super Saiyan 4 Broly's dominance exceeded even Kefla's peak. He clashed with the fusion monster Anilaza in pure physical combat—flesh and blood against crystalline armor and mechanical might. In contests of raw strength, Broly held advantage. Every collision forced the colossal machine backward.
But Anilaza possessed dimensional manipulation abilities, similar to Janemba's reality-warping techniques. This power created complications even for Broly, allowing the two titans to maintain precarious equilibrium.
Universe Six had already lost Magetta and Botamo. Cabba and Renso nursed serious injuries from their encounter with Frieza, barely conscious in the spectator stands.
Only two fighters from Universe Six remained active: Saonel and Pilina, the Namekian warriors who'd assimilated every single member of their race's population. They carried the combined power and knowledge of an entire species within their bodies.
"HAH!" Pilina burst from behind Saonel, hands already glowing. His energy wave launched with perfect timing, catching a Universe Twelve warrior off-guard and blasting him off the stage. Immediately after, both Namekians spun in perfect synchronization, their flexible retreat dodging a surprise attack from Universe One.
Their coordination was flawless—one led while the other covered, feints mixing seamlessly with genuine strikes. After a fierce exchange of energy blasts, they'd defeated the Universe One warriors. Each Namekian grabbed an opponent and hurled them over the edge.
Then they spotted Tarble nearby, having just eliminated his own target.
"Universe Seven..." Saonel's expression hardened.
"Pilina." Saonel's tone carried grim acceptance. "We were always going to fight them eventually. Let's finish this."
Both Namekians turned toward Tarble, advancing with the determination of warriors facing impossible odds. They knew how powerful the Saiyan was—this would be their final stand.
Tarble sensed their intent immediately and dropped into fighting stance, ki already gathering—
THOOM. THOOM. THOOM.
Heavy footsteps shook the ground. Something massive was approaching from behind. Tapion arrived with Hirudegarn in tow, the phantom beast's enormous form casting shadows across the battlefield.
The Namekians froze. Where had this monster come from?
Tarble grinned, energy crackling between his palms. Perfect timing.
Hirudegarn's colossal foot slammed into the arena floor, creating an explosion of dust and debris. Its tail swept out like a building-sized whip—the force alone could shatter mountains.
Saonel and Pilina had no choice but to jump, avoiding the devastating attack. But leaping put them exactly where Tarble wanted them—
Airborne. Vulnerable. Unable to change direction.
"SOARING CANNON!"
Tarble's hands thrust skyward. A blue-white beam erupted from his palms, spiraling upward in a gorgeous helix of concentrated destruction. The attack streaked toward the Namekians with unerring accuracy.
Without flight capability, there was no escape. A guaranteed hit.
At the critical moment, Saonel shoved Pilina aside with all his strength. The younger Namekian tumbled away from the beam's path while Saonel took the full brunt of the attack.
The spiraling energy caught him dead-center. His body was carried upward by the beam's momentum, rising higher and higher before the attack finally dissipated. Saonel fell in a graceful arc, surrounded by billowing shockwaves. Light reflected off Pilina's horrified face.
But the assault wasn't finished.
Hirudegarn's tail swept through the space where Pilina had landed, wind howling like hunting knives. The younger Namekian barely managed to drop low, the attack passing centimeters above his head. In the same motion, he launched himself at Hirudegarn—fists blazing with ki, channeling all his power and fury into one desperate strike.
WHOOSH.
His punch passed through empty air. Hirudegarn had shifted into incorporeal form, becoming untouchable as a ghost.
Pilina's eyes widened in shock—
Tarble's energy blast was already flying toward him, charged and ready during the phantom beast's distraction.
A cold, efficient execution.
"NO—!" Pilina's scream was cut short as the blast struck home, launching him off the arena.
The Super Namekians possessed formidable strength—the combined power of an entire race within two bodies. But against Tarble and Tapion's coordinated assault, they'd been systematically dismantled.
In the stands, Champa erupted in frantic protests, stomping his feet and screaming incoherently.
Hit watched from across the battlefield, his perpetually calm expression finally showing emotion. His eyes flickered—just for an instant—as Universe Six's last hope beyond himself vanished in golden light.
The elimination seemed to trigger something. A signal. Every remaining warrior tensed.
Goku and Vegeta clenched their fists. Shazazero straightened from his relaxed posture, robes settling around his frame. Energy began crackling in the air.
The final battle was about to begin.
WHOOSH.
In an instant, every divine-level fighter vanished. The arena suddenly seemed vast and empty, though the sounds of combat—devastating impacts happening too fast for mortal eyes—echoed across the void.
Goku locked onto Jiren and launched his assault. Vegeta rocketed toward Shazazero. Frieza started to move—
Dyspo materialized from nowhere, moving at light-speed, slamming into the tyrant and dragging him away from the main conflict.
On the opposite side of the battlefield, Hit—Universe Six's final assassin, their last hope for survival—entered his Time-Skip dimension and reappeared behind Casserale.
The Universe Twelve warrior's striking white hair made him easy to track. A perfect target.
But Casserale had trained in Hell for millennia, honing instincts beyond mortal comprehension. Before Hit's strike could land, the white-haired warrior's pupils contracted sharply. A barrier of light materialized around his body—
Hit's fist struck the barrier and its force simply dispersed, becoming nothing.
"Apologies," Casserale said, white hair flowing as flames ignited across his body—not normal fire, but hellfire, dark and cold despite burning bright. Years of training in the underworld had infused his very breath with death's chill. "Universe Twelve must win."
"The same applies to Universe Six." Hit's voice remained flat, emotionless.
He vanished again.
Time-Skip activated.