On the far side of the battlefield, Broly and Anilaza collided once more. Super Saiyan 4's powerful frame charged directly into the colossal fusion machine, red fur blazing with primal energy. The arena floor collapsed beneath them, massive chunks breaking away and tumbling into the void. Mountains of crystalline armor and mechanical components towered over the battlefield, yet Anilaza was losing. The fusion warrior could only retreat, step by massive step, before Broly's relentless assault.
The sound of displaced air flew along cyclonic winds, spreading devastation in all directions.
Maintaining such an enormous body demanded tremendous energy. In the fierce battle against Broly, Anilaza had burned through reserves at catastrophic rates. Not only was the fusion machine losing the physical contest—it was facing an energy crisis.
This can't continue. I must end this with a single decisive strike.
"YOU'RE FINISHED!" Anilaza suddenly leaped backward, creating distance instead of continuing close-quarters combat. In the void above the battlefield, energy began gathering—concentrating into a blazing sphere of apocalyptic power.
The sheer magnitude of accumulated energy brought endless wind pressure that swept across the entire arena. Even Goku—walking slowly toward Jiren in his Ultra Instinct state—felt the hurricane winds tugging at his gi. Jiren stood unmoved, a pillar of stone in the storm.
Gravitational pull from the sphere lifted debris—gravel, shattered rocks, fragments of broken arena floor—everything began floating upward as if caught in a black hole's event horizon. Turbulent energy fluctuations made the World of Void itself tremble. Silver lightning crackled around the fiery sphere, each arc releasing enough power to vaporize cities.
The display was so majestic, so overwhelmingly massive, that even Broly felt momentary shock.
The ultimate attack—assembled by combining every ounce of Universe Three's mechanical might—was truly extraordinary. The individual warriors comprising Anilaza had pushed their systems into dangerous overload, channeling everything they had into this single technique designed to obliterate Broly.
"BROLY!" Tarble rushed forward, determination blazing in his eyes. "I'll help you!"
"DON'T!" Broly's response was immediate and absolute. His foot slammed into the arena floor, creating a crater, and he launched himself directly toward the blazing fireball.
Tarble froze, dumbfounded. "What is he doing?!"
Anilaza was equally stunned. Broly was charging into the energy sphere? Was he suicidal? Or did he plan to trade mutual elimination, taking Anilaza down with him? Either interpretation made no sense—
But they didn't understand Broly's thought process. There was no complex strategy, no tactical calculation. He simply wanted to punch straight through that damn fireball using raw strength.
Super Saiyan 4's body could withstand temperatures exceeding 6,000 degrees Celsius—hotter than the sun's surface. Combined with the Legendary Super Saiyan's inherently durable physiology, Broly believed he could endure the unparalleled heat. He'd pass through the sphere's center and deliver a devastating blow directly to Anilaza's core.
"GRAAAAAAHHH!"
Broly's roar split the air. Brilliant starlight erupted around his body, emerald flames climbing toward the sky like pillars supporting heaven itself.
The moment of contact came.
Electric arcs tens of meters long erupted at the interface between Broly's aura and the energy sphere. Sparks cascaded like waterfalls. The friction between opposing forces generated hurricanes that tore through dimensional barriers. The power resembled rivers colliding in the sky, galaxies smashing together in cosmic catastrophe. The arena floor disintegrated layer by layer—nearly half the remaining battlefield shattered from the shockwaves alone.
Anilaza growled, mechanical components screaming as he pushed the fireball toward Broly with everything he had. But something felt wrong. There was force in the sphere's center—constant, relentless, drilling deeper like a living thing trying to break free from a cocoon—
Super Saiyan 4 Broly burst through the fireball's core.
His body was wreathed in ultra-high temperature energy that flowed like molten magma across red fur. Steam and flames trailed behind him as he emerged from the inferno, roaring with primal fury.
"IMPOSSIBLE!" Anilaza's mechanical voice cracked with panic. "MY ULTIMATE TECHNIQUE—"
The fusion warrior stumbled backward unconsciously, systems overloading with error messages and warnings.
Before the protest could finish, Broly's fist connected with Anilaza's chest. The impact was devastating—not just breaking through armor, but piercing completely. A hole more than ten meters in diameter appeared in the fusion machine's torso, mechanical components and crystalline fragments spraying outward.
The gemstone embedded in Anilaza's forehead began cracking. Fractures spread like spiderwebs. The entire fusion structure started disintegrating, unable to maintain cohesion.
Broly followed with a second punch—ferocious, bestial, final.
Anilaza—tall as an unimaginable mountain, weighing countless tons—was launched into the air by pure force. Wings that had carried the fusion machine across the battlefield lost all function. The colossal body became nothing but dead weight, propelled entirely by Broly's strike toward the arena's edge.
"SHINING SHOCKWAVE!"
From below, Tarble contributed his own maximum output. Golden energy erupted from his hands, a majestic beam that caught Anilaza's tumbling form and carried it over the precipice.
Universe Three had fallen.
Broly landed heavily, chest heaving with exertion. But his aura still burned like wildfire—seemingly endless, inexhaustible despite the titanic battle.
"All contestants from Universe Three have been eliminated," the Grand Priest announced with his characteristic serenity.
Grand Zeno studied the tablet carefully, nodded to himself, and raised one small hand. Universe Three's section of the stands simply vanished—erased as if it had never existed.
The God of Destruction of Universe Three had been hiding inside Anilaza's mechanical body until the very end. As erasure claimed him, he turned to his angel attendant and offered a final farewell—not sad, but accepting, as if death and oblivion were merely natural transitions.
Five universes remained.
But among all these warriors, one stood above the rest. One fighter whose strength transcended all others—absolute, overwhelming, seemingly limitless.
Jiren of Universe Eleven.
At that moment, Jiren's fighting spirit burned hotter than it had throughout the entire tournament. He engaged Goku with genuine intensity, finally experiencing what it meant to face a worthy opponent. Their clash was brutal, relentless—impacts creating shockwaves that rippled across the entire World of Void.
Yet even with Ultra Instinct active, Goku couldn't maintain offense. He dodged Jiren's devastating techniques through pure instinct, body moving before his mind could process danger, but counterattacking remained impossible. The gap was still too wide.
Frieza watched from a distance, anxiety gnawing at his composure. He wanted to assist Goku, wanted to create an opening, but their speed had transcended anything he could follow. Trying to intervene would only result in friendly fire.
CRASH!
On another section of the battlefield, Super Saiyan Blue Vegeta suffered crushing defeat. Shazazero's attack drove him into the ground, blood streaming from his scalp. As the God of Destruction's twin brother, Shazazero possessed strength comparable to a deity—lacking only the unique "Hakai" ability. Against Full Power Blue, the difference remained insurmountable.
"Hah... hah..." Vegeta gasped, scrambling backward to avoid descending ki blasts. "Damn it... is this really the level we're facing?"
The realization hit like a physical blow. Super Saiyan Blue—the transformation he'd perfected, the divine power he'd struggled so hard to achieve—was insufficient in this arena. The truly powerful fighters operated on an entirely different scale.
Stumbling through scattered bombardment, Vegeta's eyes flashed with cold determination. He gritted his teeth, gathering energy despite exhaustion. "DON'T UNDERESTIMATE ME! FINAL FLASH!"
"Break." Shazazero spoke the single word calmly, striking before Vegeta could release his technique.
An invisible shockwave of compressed air slammed into Vegeta's chest. The Final Flash scattered harmlessly, energy dispersing into nothing. Vegeta slid backward dozens of meters, his legs giving out beneath him.
This feeling of utter powerlessness—he'd experienced it only once before, when fighting Beerus. Vegeta spat blood, his expression twisted with frustration and rage.
Above them, Jiren and Goku traded blows at speeds that made them nearly invisible. Bang! Bang! Bang! Each impact tore through air, ruptured space itself, accidentally creating holes in the fabric of the void. As the battle continued, Goku's movements began showing weakness—microsecond delays, inefficiencies creeping into his dodges.
Then Jiren's eyes blazed. Even more powerful flames erupted around his body as he released additional reserves. His strength exploded to yet another level.
Moments later, a devastating strike caught Goku and sent him crashing down. He landed directly beside Vegeta, white steam dissipating from his body, sweat pouring down his face. Ultra Instinct Sign had faded.
"Goku..." Vegeta's voice was rough with exhaustion. "We're in trouble."
"Yeah." Goku managed a weary smile despite everything. "This might be the most hopeless fight I've ever been in. He's just... too strong."
After achieving Ultra Instinct Sign, Goku had briefly qualified to fight Jiren as an equal. But Jiren's momentum had climbed faster, his power growing to match the challenge.
Now Goku's transformation had expired—and Jiren stood above them, still radiating overwhelming strength.