At the venue of the Tournament of Power, on the massive ring floating in the sky.
As the eighty warriors from the various universes entered the ring one after another, the vast arena, meticulously created by the four angels, no longer seemed so empty. The air was filled with an extremely thick battle intent and the restless auras of the crowd.
And on the high divine throne, Lord Zeno was constantly swinging his small legs, his small hands patting the armrest, and he kept urging, "Let's start! Hurry up and start, Grand Priest! I can't wait anymore!"
His childish voice echoed in the silent venue, yet it carried the supreme authority over all others.
The Grand Priest, standing at his side, smiled and bowed slightly in response. "As you wish, Lord Zeno."
He straightened up, faced the ring below, which was like a boiling cauldron, and his calm yet incredibly clear voice instantly entered the ears of every contestant. "Then I declare... the first ever, proposed by Lord Zeno himself, the Tournament of Power!"
"Now—officially begins!!!"
"BOOM—!!!"
The Grand Priest's words were like the fuse that lit a barrel of dynamite!
The entire ring instantly exploded!
"Haha! It's finally starting!"
"Hit, let's go!"
"For the survival of our universe! We must defeat them!"
All sorts of roars, howls, and the rumble of energy instantly erupted!
Energy of all colors exploded everywhere like fireworks!
Extreme chaos instantly descended upon this cruel arena!
Almost at the exact moment the Grand Priest announced the start of the tournament, Goku, who could no longer hold back, was the first to charge out!
"Everyone! I'm off! I can already feel so many strong opponents! Haha!"
His face was radiant with the pure joy of finding an opponent. His figure flickered, leaving an afterimage, and he instantly disappeared from the sight of the Universe 7 team.
When his ki was sensed again, Goku's presence was already in the midst of the most chaotic battle group in the distance.
"Hmph! That brainless Kakarot!"
Vegeta crossed his arms and let out a cold snort, continuing to maintain his Saiyan prince persona, not as impatient as Goku.
He closed his eyes slightly and sensed the ki of the opponents in the distance, carefully distinguishing between the strong and the weak.
Suddenly, his eyebrows twitched, and he snapped his eyes open, his sharp gaze shooting towards a certain direction of the ring.
"Oh? That direction... there's a considerably condensed and powerful ki on the move! And more than one... is it a free-for-all?"
A battle-hungry curve appeared on Vegeta's lips. "Very good! Let me, Vegeta, personally test just how capable these so-called experts from the other universes are!"
He no longer hesitated. With a slight flash of his aura, his body shot off like an arrow released from a bow, running towards the direction of that ki!
"No. 16, you watch Cell, don't let him run around and cause trouble."
No. 17 said to No. 16 beside him, then looked at No. 18 and said with a sunny smile, "Shouldn't we get moving too? We can't just stand here like idiots."
No. 18 glanced at Whitley and shook her head. "I'll wait a bit. You guys go ahead. Remember to give it your all. Don't let anyone look down on you!"
"Hmph! I'd like to see them try! I am the perfect being, Lord Cell!"
Cell, whose head was being held down by No. 16's large hand, grumbled with dissatisfaction.
No. 16 nodded expressionlessly, directly lifted Cell up, and then said calmly, "Then we will leave first. Cell, stay close to me, do not act on your own."
"I know, I know! You're so naggy!"
The small Cell muttered reluctantly, but he still obediently followed along with No. 16 and No. 17.
The group specifically chose a direction with relatively fewer people, preparing for a steady advance.
"Enem... my..."
Broly, on the other hand, was agitated!
His sturdy body was trembling slightly, and his slightly reddish eyes were constantly scanning the figures in the distance, a suppressed low roar uncontrollably escaping his throat.
On this ring filled with battle, the violent power within him seemed ready to lose control at any moment!
Whitley had long sensed the fluctuation of his wild ki and simply patted his muscular arm, egging him on. "Go on! Let loose and fight to your heart's content. As long as you don't hurt your teammates, you can fight as much as you want!"
This sentence seemed to have unlocked some kind of shackle!
A terrifying light instantly lit up in Broly's crimson eyes!
"ROAAAAAAAAAR!!!!!!!!"
A roar that seemed to come from the primeval wilderness suddenly erupted from Broly's mouth!
BOOM!!!!!!!!!
An incomparably violent green aura spewed from his body, instantly enveloping him in a green energy sphere!
A terrifying shockwave swept out in all directions with him at the center, causing several fighters from other universes who were fighting not far from them to stumble, and a few of them almost fell!
"Wh-what is that monster?!"
"Such terrifying power!"
Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, Broly's figure squatted down slightly.
The ground beneath his feet, which had been specially reinforced by the angels and should have been indestructible, let out a cringe-inducing "crack," and a spider web of cracks instantly appeared on the ground!
The next moment, his legs pushed off forcefully!
RUMBLE—!!!!
Like a green comet shooting up from the ground!
Broly's massive body, carrying an unparalleled wild presence, directly shattered the air and leaped high into the sky!
He didn't need to carefully sense the strength of the ki. Relying purely on his beast-like instincts, he crashed down directly into the most crowded and chaotic battle area below!
"BANG!!!!!"
Almost half the arena shook violently! Dust and shattered rocks shot into the sky! Several piercing screams and cries of alarm rose and fell!
Clearly, a few unlucky souls had been directly hit by this descending star of death before they could even react!
"Tsk... what a waste not to be in the demolition business."
Whitley shook his head helplessly at the destruction Broly had caused, then turned his gaze to Piccolo and Frieza, who were still in their original spots. "What about you two? Not planning to get some exercise?"
Piccolo nodded, his green face showing no expression. "I need to observe. Rushing into a free-for-all is not a wise move."
The moment his voice fell, his figure flashed and silently merged into a nearby shadow, like a patient hunter waiting for his prey.
Frieza, on the other hand, chuckled lightly, his face still wearing that trademark elegant smile. "Hehehe~ I don't like to fight and kill like a wild monkey. But... since the game has begun, it seems it wouldn't be bad to stretch my legs a bit~"
He spoke lightly, but a cold glint flashed in his purple eyes.
He did not rush out like the others, but chose the opposite direction and strolled unhurriedly.
It was as if Frieza was not participating in a life-or-death battle between universes, but was taking a walk in his own territory.
In the blink of an eye, the members of Universe 7 had scattered and thrown themselves into the battlefield.
Only No. 18 remained, not having left immediately.
She looked up, her gaze on the figure standing with his hands behind his back.
Whitley also noticed her and smiled slightly. "You can go too. Don't worry, I will be paying special 'attention' to your fight."
He deliberately emphasized the word "attention."
Hearing this, a beautiful smile immediately appeared on No. 18's lips.
Whitley's special attention instantly put her in a very good mood.
She let out a light snort, her tone filled with confidence and a hint of flirtation. "Heh! Then watch my form closely, Whitley! I'm not some useless woman who needs to hide behind a man!"
After speaking, she pushed off the ground, her figure gracefully gliding away, heading in the direction No. 17 and the others had left.
After everyone had left, Whitley leaped lightly and landed steadily on a mountain peak.
He planned to watch the fun for a while first and assess which opponents were worthy of his personal attention.
After all, as the final ace of Universe 7, it would be a bit demeaning to enter the stage too early.
His gaze moved around the battlefield, first landing on the battle Goku was engaged in.
"Oh?"
A playful expression appeared on Whitley's face.
Goku was fighting back and forth with a robot, and was even... slightly at a disadvantage?
He was a little flustered by the robot's swift and sharp attacks.
But Whitley saw through the essence of it at a glance.
"This kid... he's not even turning into a Super Saiyan? And he's suppressing his ki to his normal state... is he playing the old 'take a beating first and then counter-kill' trick again? What a wicked sense of humor... Scummarot."
After confirming that Goku was purely enjoying the process of the fight and was in no real danger, Whitley looked away, a little bored.
The outcome of this battle was already decided.
His gaze shifted to Vegeta's direction.
This time, Whitley's interest was slightly piqued.
"Hmm? Vegeta's side... is a bit interesting."
At this moment, Vegeta had actually been forced into his Super Saiyan 2 form!
He was currently surrounded by a golden aura, and within that golden aura, lightning was crackling!
But even so, he was still at a disadvantage!
His opponent was a tall and sturdy old man in a red and black uniform, with a very serious expression.
The old man's moves were wide and sweeping, his power heavy and unusual. Every punch and kick carried a formidable, immense force, forcing Vegeta to repeatedly retreat and block, looking rather pathetic for a moment.
"Damn it! Who... who are you?!"
Vegeta was slammed by a heavy punch on his crossed arms, and he slid back several dozen meters, his feet plowing two deep furrows in the ground.
He shook his numb arms, his face filled with shock and anger!
The opponent's power and the nature of his energy gave him a strange feeling of suppression and familiarity... but it was also completely different!
The old man, who called himself Toppo, did not pursue, but shouted in a deep voice, "I am the leader of the Pride Troopers of Universe 11, Toppo! Young man, although your strength is not bad, it is not enough to be presumptuous here! Surrender!"
"Surrender?! What a joke! Who do you think you're talking to?!"
Toppo's words completely enraged Vegeta's pride!
"HAAAAAAAA!!!!!! I AM!!! SUPER VEGETA!!!!"
Vegeta let out a roar of extreme anger, and the dormant power within him erupted without reservation!
The golden aura suddenly turned into a bright and violent blood-red!
His body swelled slightly, and his black hair grew wildly, falling over his shoulders. Red body fur covered his sturdy chest and arms, and the aura around him instantly increased by several orders of magnitude!
Super Saiyan 4 Vegeta—
Made his entrance!!!
"Oh? That guy Vegeta was forced to go SSJ4 so quickly?"
Whitley stroked his chin from his mountain peak. "His luck is really bad, running into a wall right at the start..."
He had already recognized the old man's identity—the candidate God of Destruction of Universe 11, Toppo!
A warrior who had already begun to formally train in the power of destruction and had a firm conviction.
Whitley carefully sensed Toppo's ki, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. "Tsk, tsk, as expected... this guy has already nurtured a trace of destruction power within him. Although it's still very weak, for the current Vegeta..."
Whitley shook his head, speechless at Vegeta's luck. "You're on your own. I hope you have a way to deal with the opponent you've chosen."
He temporarily lost interest in this one-sided battle and his gaze continued to roam the vast ring.
Soon his attention was drawn to the most chaotic area in the center of the ring.
There, a violent green figure was like a tiger among a flock of sheep, constantly on a killing spree!
That green figure was Broly!
He had completely abandoned defense and was fighting purely on instinct!
Every time his fists swung, they carried a suffocating force! Every swing was accompanied by a terrifying sonic boom and the screams of his enemies.
Simple, crude, and efficient!
No less than five or six warriors from different universes had already been sent flying out of the ring by his unreasonable power, turning into beams of light and appearing in the spectator stands.
"Oh? Those who are fighting Broly now... are they the Saiyans from Universe 6?"
Whitley noticed the three warriors who were teaming up against Broly.
The three of them all had the trademark black spiky hair of a Saiyan. Although none of them had tails, the unique feeling of their ki was unmistakable.
The coordination between these three Saiyan warriors was not bad, and their strength was also decent, probably all close to the level of a Super Saiyan.
But in front of the completely berserk, legendary Super Saiyan Broly, they were still being crushed!
They were so beaten that they had no way to fight back at all. It was a perilous situation, and their elimination was only a matter of time.
"What a pity..."
Whitley clicked his tongue with some regret. "It's a shame it's not Caulifla and Kale."
Whitley was still quite interested in the legendary Super Saiyan of Universe 6—Kale.
That legendary Super Saiyan state, which, unlike Broly's, could maintain its sanity after the call of a loved one, was of great research value to Whitley.
But...
He thought helplessly, the time this Tournament of Power was being held was a full decade earlier than the time he remembered!
The current Kale and her sister Caulifla...
Were probably just two little kids who hadn't even been weaned yet. They might not even be able to eat solid food.
"The side effects of the timeline changing..."
Whitley sighed, his gaze continuing to scan the battlefield.
He successively saw No. 17 and No. 18 fighting back-to-back against several insect-like warriors, their coordination tacit and they were handling it with ease;
No. 16, like an iron tower, was guarding Cell, who was fighting back and forth with a horned giant, preventing him from being sneak-attacked, and only occasionally intervening;
Frieza, using some sinister means, had quietly eliminated two lone warriors and was now watching another universe's team fight amongst themselves with a sinister smile;
Piccolo, hidden in the shadows, had seized an opportunity like a viper and a Special Beam Cannon had accurately interfered with someone who was about to sneak-attack No. 17 from behind...
The overall performance of Universe 7 was, for now, not bad.
However, when Whitley's gaze inadvertently swept over a relatively quiet corner of the ring...
His pupils contracted slightly, and his body couldn't help but sit up a little straighter.
He saw a figure.
A figure he had been looking forward to for a long time.
The ace of the Pride Troopers of Universe 11—Jiren!
But the Jiren at this time was much younger than the silent, abyss-like ultimate warrior from Whitley's memory. There was even a hint of immaturity that had not yet faded from his face.
But even so, his power was undeniable.
At this moment, four or five figures were lying at Jiren's feet, clearly opponents he had dealt with at extremely high speed.
He stood there alone, exuding a cold aura that warned others to stay away, making some warriors who had wanted to pick up a cheap win shy away.
And at the moment Whitley's gaze landed on him—
Jiren seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up. His sharp, hawk-like eyes instantly pierced through the distance of space and locked precisely onto Whitley, who was standing at the top of the mountain!
The two of them made eye contact in an instant!
Whitley could clearly see Jiren frown, clearly displeased by this "scrutinizing" gaze.
The next moment, without any hesitation, Jiren pushed off the ground with his feet!
Thump!
A small crater exploded in the ground, and his figure, like a cannonball fired from a cannon, with an unstoppable momentum, shot straight towards the mountain where Whitley was!
"Tsk!"
Seeing this, Whitley clicked his tongue with some resignation. "I've been discovered? His senses are quite sharp... It seems the long-awaited battle is about to begin early!"
He flexed his wrists, preparing to meet the challenge of the strongest human from the original story.
However, as Jiren rapidly approached, what Whitley sensed became clearer and clearer.
A short second later, the expectation and excitement on Whitley's face gradually froze, and then slowly turned into... disappointment?
Extreme disappointment!
And even a little annoyance!
"You've got to be kidding me? Is that it?!"
Whitley's feeling at this moment was like he had been catfished by a beautiful streamer with a sweet voice!
He had excitedly spent a huge sum of money to meet this streamer offline, but the result...
Was that the real person was a "tank" weighing two hundred pounds with a voice like a booming bell, who had even enthusiastically invited him, "Brother, come drive the tank!"
(World of Tanks PTSD)
The psychological gap was simply, ridiculously, off the charts!
"Sigh!"
Whitley couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh, his face filled with boredom. "Weak! Too weak! The you right now... I don't even have the interest to fight you!"
He could feel that Jiren's own base power was indeed very solid!
His physical strength, speed, and energy reserves were far beyond ordinary people.
It could even be said that the current Jiren would have no problem dealing with either of the current Goku or Vegeta.
But... that was it!
This level of power might have slightly interested the past him, but for Whitley, who had already mastered Ultra Instinct and a deeper level of destruction power...
It was like a child who had just learned to walk, waving a wooden stick and charging at a fully armed adult!
Boring! So utterly boring!
Just as Whitley was frantically complaining in his mind, Jiren had already rushed to his side.
He didn't waste any words and directly used most of his power to punch the mountain!
A huge fist pressure came from a distance, as if to shatter the entire mountain along with Whitley on top of it!
Whitley couldn't even be bothered to move. He just waved his hand casually, with a look of disinterest—
Smack!
A light sound was heard, as if he were shooing away a fly.
The terrifying fist pressure that could shatter stars, along with Jiren's charging figure, was like being hit by an invisible giant hammer, and he was sent flying back at a speed even faster than when he came!
"BOOM!!!"
A loud bang was heard, and Jiren's figure instantly smashed into the distant ground, kicking up a large cloud of dust.
When the dust gradually settled, Jiren was groaning in pain as he struggled to climb out of the human-shaped crater.
He half-knelt on the ground, clutching his chest where he had been hit, a look of utter disbelief and horror on his face for the first time!
He looked up with a grave expression at the still-calm figure on the distant mountain peak.
For a moment, his eyes became extremely complex.
Just... a casual wave?
This guy... what kind of being is he?!
His powerful combat instincts and reason told Jiren that this enemy before him was absolutely someone he could not fight head-on!
Almost without any hesitation, Jiren endured the severe pain in his chest and immediately made the wisest choice—
Turn around! And run!
He ran with all his might in the direction away from Whitley!
Without looking back for a moment!
He can't win, he simply can't win! I have to find my other teammates first!
Just as Whitley thought that this sudden battle was over, he suddenly discovered that the direction of Jiren's "strategic retreat"...
Was, by sheer coincidence, right where No. 18, Cell, and the others were fighting the other members of the Pride Troopers!
Whitley, who had been about to sit down and continue watching the show, saw this and his eyebrows shot up!
"Oh, you're a good one! You can't beat me, so you're going to cause trouble for my woman, are you?!"
A nameless fire "whooshed" up from the bottom of Whitley's heart!
Although No. 18 and he were still in a rather ambiguous stage, and their relationship had not been publicly announced.
But...
The kiss in the company elevator just now, and the charming smile as she left, had long since been classified by Whitley in the "one of us" category!
You mess with my people? Did you ask for my opinion?!
Whitley's eyes turned cold, and he no longer suppressed his own ki!
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!
An indescribable and terrifying aura, like a primeval behemoth that had been slumbering for hundreds of millions of years, suddenly awakened and erupted from Whitley's seemingly ordinary body!
A colorless and formless pressure, like a tangible tsunami, instantly swept across the entire ring!
At this moment, time seemed to have frozen!
On the ring, whether it was the warriors in the midst of a fierce battle, the opponents in a cautious standoff, or the old sixth man who was secretly preparing to sneak-attack...
Everyone!
Without exception!
Was as if frozen by a spell, their movements abruptly stopping!
They looked in horror in the direction from which the terrifying presence came—that unremarkable mountain peak!
Everyone's face was filled with fear and disbelief, and their mouths subconsciously opened, letting out meaningless "ah... ah..." sounds!
Everyone at this moment felt as if their throats were being squeezed by this terrifying presence!
"Th-this... what terrifying power is this?!"
"Who... who is it?! Which universe is this monster from?!"
"My body... my body can't move?!"
This presence was not aimed at everyone, but the aftershock it naturally emitted was already enough to make the vast majority of the warriors feel a suffocating fear!
Toppo, who had been fighting Vegeta, saw his expression change dramatically at the moment this presence erupted!
"Not good! Jiren and the others are in danger!"
He could clearly feel that the core of that destructive presence was locked on Jiren and the Pride Troopers around him!
Toppo no longer held back. The faint but supreme power of destruction within him burned without reservation!
Boom!
A faint purple aura instantly covered his entire body, and his speed instantly soared to its peak, completely ignoring Vegeta's now somewhat ugly expression.
He charged towards Jiren's direction with all his might!
"I have to make it! I have to make it!"
Toppo shouted frantically in his heart. "At least... at least I have to block one blow! To buy Jiren and the others time to escape!"
He had already prepared for the worst, and was even willing to use that incomplete destruction energy, which would cause a huge burden on himself!
Outside the ring, in the spectator stands of Universe 7.
"Hmph!"
Bulma saw Whitley erupt with such a terrifying presence, and it was clearly to protect No. 18...
She immediately pouted unhappily, her beautiful face instantly filled with annoyance.
Whis was a little bored at this moment; he was missing his afternoon tea time.
But after glancing at Lord Zeno, who was sitting on his divine seat not far away, and... at the figure of the Grand Priest standing by Lord Zeno's side... he immediately behaved himself.
Seeing Bulma's unhappy expression, he had the leisure to tease and comfort her. "Relax, relax, Bulma-san. Whitley-san is just worried that No. 18-san will get hurt. You have to believe in yourself~ Although your appearance, Bulma-san... not counting Whitley-san, who is a male member, can only rank third in your family, but~"
Seeing Bulma's gradually darkening face, Whis covered his mouth and chuckled a few times, continuing to tease, "You have to be detailed, Whitley-san still loves you~"
Bulma slowly turned her head and glared at Whis in a fit of shame and anger. "Whis! Who asked for your opinion! If you say that again, you can forget about eating Earth's delicacies anymore!"
Hearing this, Whis immediately sat up straight and adopted a look of "eyes on his nose, nose on his heart."
As if the person who had just been teasing Bulma wasn't him, but someone who had nothing to do with him.
And at the same time, on the ring.
Whitley's figure silently appeared between Jiren's group and No. 18's group.
His sudden appearance made Jiren and the others, who had been about to attack No. 18, stop their movements abruptly, instantly on high alert!
Whitley first looked No. 18 up and down, and after confirming that she hadn't even lost a single hair, he turned to Jiren with an expressionless face.
He casually raised his hand and said in a flat, even somewhat perfunctory tone, "Jiren!"
"Because you are too strong, and your strength has seriously threatened the balance of this tournament."
"Therefore, I have decided... to not give you any more chances to fight!"
These words were so righteous, and yet so... shameless!
Even No. 18 behind him couldn't help but feel her mouth twitch, and she almost burst out laughing.
This guy, even his excuses are so strange!
Jiren and his three teammates behind him were completely bewildered, unable to follow Whitley's train of thought at all.
We're... too strong? So you're going to eliminate us first? Th-what kind of reason is that?!
Whitley didn't care if they believed him or not and continued to speak to himself. "Are you ready?"
He slowly raised his right hand, not even wrapping much ki around his palm, as if he were just about to casually swat away some dust. "Remember... to grit your teeth."
Just as Whitley was about to casually slap these four "nuisances" into the ground to cool off—
"HAKAI!!!!!!!!"
A roar filled with resolute will, like a clap of thunder, exploded at Whitley's side!
It was Toppo!
The superhero Toppo had appeared!!!
He had finally arrived!
Toppo had pushed the incomplete power of destruction within him to its limit. He struggled to push forward a ball of energy that was flashing with an extremely unstable faint purple light!
Although this energy ball was not large, it exuded a destructive aura that made all the experts present's hearts palpitate!
Wherever it passed, even space seemed to slightly distort and collapse!
This was the true power of a God of Destruction!
Even if it were just a negligible trace, it contained the power of erasure at the level of laws!
"Whitley!!! Watch out!!!"
No. 18 was the closest. She could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in that purple energy ball!
She was instantly terrified, and she subconsciously cried out, her body about to rush forward regardless of the danger!
Seeing this, No. 17 immediately grabbed his sister, who was full of lovesickness, and held her tightly despite her struggles, then shook his head with a bitter smile.
Outside the ring, Bulma also let out another cry of alarm!
"Relax, relax, take it easy, Bulma-san~ this level of destruction... to be frank, the 'damage' it causes is probably less severe than your usual punishment of 'not letting Whitley-san back in the room to sleep'~"
Before Bulma could say anything, Vados, at her side, chuckled lightly and, covering her mouth with her sleeve, said in an elegant tone, "Oh my~ I had no idea~ so this is how 'severely' you usually treat Lord Whitley, Miss Bulma."
Vados's tone shifted, and a sly glint flashed in her light purple beautiful eyes.
Her tone was still gentle but carried an unquestionable meaning. "Bulma-san, since you seem to be a bit too 'harsh' on Lord Whitley, in my opinion, the position of 'main wife' in the family in the future... perhaps it would be more... suitable for me to hold?"
You bad woman, you're finally showing your true colors, are you?!
Hearing Vados's blunt statement, Bulma was instantly enraged!
She snorted coldly and retorted unceremoniously, "Don't even think about it! Whitley has properly proposed to me before! On his knees! And he even gave me roses! Although they were picked from my mom's garden... but have you, who just came out of nowhere, ever received such treatment? Hmph! You want Whitley to acknowledge you? First, make him have a formal proposal to you!"
Hearing this, Vados blinked thoughtfully and muttered to herself, "So that's how it is... 'proposal'... is it? I understand."
The perfect smile of someone who had everything under control appeared on her face again, as if she had just learned some new and interesting knowledge.
On the ring, faced with Toppo's sudden and fatal blow, Whitley seemed to not have reacted at all, still maintaining his posture of facing Jiren, not even glancing at Toppo!
Pop~
A faint sound, like a bubble popping.
The energy ball containing the incomplete power of destruction solidly hit Whitley's back!
The faint purple destructive energy instantly engulfed Whitley's upper body!
"I... I did it?!"
Toppo's eyes widened as he panted, his face a mixture of expectation, nervousness, and a hint of ecstasy!
His all-out destruction... must have defeated this monster!
However, what happened next was something that Toppo, Jiren, and everyone who saw it... would never forget for the rest of their lives!
Whitley, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito, turned his head slightly with some annoyance and glanced at the purple energy on his back that was trying to annihilate his body.
And then...
He gently and casually... blew a breath at the ball of destruction energy that not even space could escape.
The gentle posture was like blowing out the candles on a birthday cake.
"Hoo—"
The small ball of dreaded destruction power flickered twice under this gentle breath, like a candle in the wind, and then...
It silently and completely... dissipated.
Toppo: "!!!!!!!!"
The expression on Toppo's face completely froze. His eyes were wide as saucers, and his mouth was agape enough to fit an egg!
His mind went blank, leaving only endless horror and a sense of absurdity.
"My... my destruction power... is just... gone?! A breath and... it's gone?!"
This was completely beyond his comprehension!
That was destruction energy! The supreme law of power in the universe!
Only then did Whitley slowly turn around, his face expressionless as he glanced at the shocked and dumbfounded Toppo.
Then he strode up to the equally stunned Jiren.
Under Jiren's seemingly calm but actually inwardly screaming "Don't come here!" gaze, Whitley once again raised his unremarkable hand and swung it down!
Smack!
"THUD—!"
With a dull thud, Jiren didn't even see the movement before he felt an irresistible force from the top of his head!
The next second, his entire body was like a nail being hammered into the ground. Half of his body was instantly buried in the incredibly hard ground!
Only his head was left exposed, and his whole body was dizzy, seeing stars.
Whitley did the same to the three Pride Troopers who had been scared silly beside him.
Smack smack smack!
Three light sounds!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The other three members of the Pride Troopers, without exception, followed Jiren's fate, and one by one, they were accurately slapped into the ground, lined up like four turnip heads waiting to be harvested.
"Go! You guys,"
Whitley patted the non-existent dust from his hands, his tone tinged with disgust. "Go and reflect on yourselves! I'm going to eat a plated... ahem!"
He almost misspoke and quickly coughed to cover it up. "I'm going to comfort my woman! I have no time for you for now!"
After speaking, he didn't even bother to look at the petrified Toppo and walked straight to the still-shaken No. 18.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"
He sized up No. 18 carefully with a gentle tone and even reached out to tidy the slightly messy golden hair on her forehead.
No. 18 looked at his gentle appearance, and the nervousness in her heart was instantly replaced by a sweetness.
She shook her head and showed a relieved smile. "I'm fine."
After confirming that No. 18 was truly unharmed, Whitley lowered his hand.
Just then, Cell's dissatisfied shouts came from the side. "Hey! Whitley! You're too biased?! Aren't you going to care if we're hurt?! We were just under siege!"
Whitley didn't even bother to turn his head and just threw out a sentence. "As long as you're not dead."
Cell: "..." (puffs up like a pufferfish.jpg)
No. 16 said nothing, just silently pulled Cell behind him to prevent him from continuing to court death.
Only then did Whitley turn his gaze back to Toppo, who was still in a state of great shock and confusion, and said in a tone like he was ordering his own underling, "Hey, you!"
Toppo was startled and immediately came to his senses, subconsciously standing up straight, like a soldier awaiting orders.
"I have a task for you,"
Whitley first pointed at the four "turnip heads" in the ground and ordered in a flat tone, "Just let them cool down in the dirt for a while. When I'm in a good mood, I might consider pulling them out."
Toppo opened his mouth, wanting to plead for Jiren and the others.
But the words caught in his throat. He looked at Whitley's calm eyes and swallowed them back down.
He had no doubt that if he dared to "pull the turnips" now, this terrifying man before him would instantly eliminate all of them together!
Whitley waved his hand, as if shooing someone away. "Go on, don't just stand there. Go find that guy Vegeta and give him a few hard hits. That guy actually used his full power and still couldn't hold you back, giving you a chance to attack me... I think he's in need of a good beating from society lately."
Toppo: "...???"
He was completely bewildered.
Vegeta? The name sounds vaguely familiar... who is that?
There were too many people fighting me just now, I have no impression at all, what should I do?
Whitley couldn't be bothered to explain much. After giving his instructions, his figure flashed and disappeared again.
The next moment, he had returned to the top of the familiar mountain peak, as if he had never left.
After finding a nicely shaped rock to sit on, he continued to be his leisurely "spectator."
After No. 18 and the others left, only Toppo was left in the wind, in disarray.
He looked at his four teammates lined up in the ground, then thought back on Whitley's inexplicable instructions, and for a moment, he didn't know what to do.
Go and give that guy named Vegeta a few hard hits?
But... who on earth is Vegeta?!
Vegeta, who had lost his opponent in the distance: (Actually, he had just run out of stamina)
"Hmph! That guy named Toppo... when I see him again, I'll definitely give that bastard who looked down on me, Vegeta, a few hard hits!"
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