The chaotic battle on the tournament stage was still ongoing!
The roar of clashing energy and the war cries of the fighters were constantly intertwined, composing a chaotic and intense symphony!
Whitley's figure remained on the mountain peak, his gaze ceaselessly scanning the warriors of Universe 7 across the entire battlefield.
So far, apart from No. 18 and her group, the others were all fighting on their own.
But their performances were mostly commendable, a discovery that left him quite satisfied.
But just then, his attention was drawn to a fight that looked interesting.
And that direction was precisely where Frieza was currently located.
What interested Whitley was the opponent Frieza was currently facing.
The two were astonishingly similar in body type, appearance, and even fighting style!
What was even stranger was that Frieza was not using his full power at this moment, merely sparring with his opponent in his final form. The two were fighting back and forth and were also arguing heatedly about something.
Once his curiosity was piqued, Whitley couldn't hold back. His figure flickered and he silently appeared behind some ruins not far from their battlefield, watching with great interest.
Frieza's sarcastic voice, filled with mockery, could be heard. "Hmph hmph hmph~ To think that a guy like you would be called a 'hero of justice' by the people of your universe. How ridiculous. Do you think your disguise is that good? But you probably don't know that I, the great Frieza-sama, can see through your true nature at a glance."
"After all~ you can fool others, but you can't fool me, a fellow member of the Frost Demon clan~"
The opponent, known as "Frost," although he looked very similar to Frieza, appeared on the surface to be much more... righteous?
While attacking Frieza viciously, he responded in a sincere tone that seemed to come from the heart. "Hehehehe~ my friend from Universe 7, you must have misunderstood. My greatest passion is to maintain the peace and justice of the universe~ What you don't know is that countless galaxies are now living and working in peace under my protection. I am completely different from a self-proclaimed 'demon' like you~"
"Maintain peace? Protect galaxies?"
Frieza laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the entire universe, letting out a series of exaggerated, shrill laughs. "Hmph hmph hmph! Hahahahaha!!! That speech of yours might work on the ignorant natives of some foolish planets. Let me guess—did you deliberately send your subordinates to wreak havoc on those planets, and then you, the 'savior,' would make a grand entrance and play the hero, thereby reaping their faith and right to rule, right? Do you think I, Frieza, didn't think of such a low-class tactic back in the day?"
Frieza's elegant voice suddenly turned cold, his face filled with deep disdain as he chuckled lightly. "Hmph hmph hmph~ But is the right to rule a few mere galaxies worth so much of my, the great Lord Frieza's, trouble? If they don't submit, wouldn't it be easier to just destroy them? After all, my subordinates are very enthusiastic about destruction~"
With his darkest plan exposed by Frieza, Frost's expression instantly became extremely unnatural, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.
He said no more, his assault suddenly intensifying!
With a flurry of his hands, a series of purple ki blasts shot towards Frieza like a storm!
Frost was trying to cover up his guilt with a fierce attack and quickly eliminate this dangerous individual who could see through his disguise!
However, the embarrassing thing was...
His power was clearly not on the same level as Frieza's.
Frieza didn't even bother to dodge, just casually waved his hands to block. The ki blasts hit his hands and couldn't even make him take half a step back.
"Hmph! This boring show should be over!"
Frieza had lost the patience to continue playing.
After testing him, Frieza suddenly stopped all his movements, allowing Frost's attacks to land on his tough skin with a series of "thumps."
"It seems~ you've been so busy playing the savior that you haven't had any time for real training, have you? Such pathetic and pitiful power."
Just as Frost was burying his head and attacking with all his might, a heart-pounding energy suddenly began to surge wildly from within Frieza's body!
A dazzling golden luster gradually appeared on the surface of his skin!
And the energy waves that Frost had unleashed with all his might...
Couldn't even cause a single ripple when they hit this golden luster on Frieza's skin!
"Th-this... what is this?!"
Frost's eyes widened in terror. He felt an unprecedented sense of pressure from that golden light!
"Hmph hmph hmph~"
A cruel and elegant curve appeared on Frieza's lips. "You've never seen such terrifying power before, have you? You weak little thing."
As he spoke, the golden light on Frieza's body completely stabilized. He looked at the clearly flustered Frost with a look of disdain. "Don't worry. This time, I, the kind demon lord, will let a hypocrite like you witness the true power of me, the great Lord Frieza! Now, in my magnificent Golden Form, make your exit!!!"
VMMMM—!!!
The golden light completely erupted!
Golden Frieza, for the first time, revealed his terrifyingly powerful form to the warriors of the other universes!
A powerful ki wave swept out from him as the center, blowing away the rubble on the ground! The surrounding ground also began to shake slightly!
Countless participants in this Tournament of Power now looked on with horror, all of them subconsciously staring at Frieza's magnificent golden form!
Frieza raised one hand, and a huge ki blast containing destructive energy quickly formed!
Its light was so dazzling, and the terrifying energy fluctuation within it made even many of the spectating gods' hearts tremble!
"No... impossible! How can you possess such powerful strength?!"
Frost let out a desperate scream, and his figure flashed as he turned to flee.
But it was too late.
"Goodbye~ my dear... 'compatriot' from another universe."
Frieza smiled elegantly and gently pushed his wrist forward.
The huge energy ball, like a falling sun, instantly engulfed Frost's fleeing figure!
After a short and piercing scream, a blinding golden light filled that entire area!!!
When the light slowly dissipated, Frost had vanished from the ring.
The next moment, his pathetic figure appeared in the spectator stands of Universe 6, his face filled with horror at Frieza and the bitterness of defeat.
"Hmph hmph hmph~ so weak when facing me, Frieza?"
Golden Frieza shook his hand, and the golden light on his body gradually receded, returning to his final form. A victor's triumphant smile was on his face.
But just then, a voice that made his blood run cold suddenly sounded behind him. "Yo, not a bad fight, Frieza."
Frieza's entire body tensed instantly, and he jumped back several meters as if his tail had been stepped on!
Then, still shaken, he turned his head and saw Whitley's half-smiling face, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Wh-Whitley!!"
Frieza's voice was distorted. He looked at Whitley nervously and shouted with false bravado, "Wh-what do you want?! We're supposed to be on the same side now! Y-you... are you going to attack me?!"
"Hehe, you really have a vivid imagination!"
Seeing Frieza's terrified state, Whitley rolled his eyes and retorted.
Then he stepped forward and rapped Frieza hard on his smooth, shiny head.
Thunk!
A crisp sound rang out. Whitley looked at his hand, feeling that the sensation was surprisingly good.
"What are you thinking? Am I the kind of person who would mess around regardless of the situation?"
Whitley said speechlessly. "I was just going to praise you for dealing with your opponent so cleanly. Seeing you so scared... forget it. You just keep up the good work. Don't slip up."
After speaking, Whitley's figure vanished from Frieza's sight, as if he had never appeared.
Only after seeing Whitley leave did Frieza let out a long sigh of relief.
He wiped the cold sweat that had unknowingly formed on his forehead, glanced around, and quickly turned and left this unlucky place without stopping.
Meanwhile, in the spectator stands of Universe 6.
At this moment, Champa's fat body was trembling slightly.
He watched as the contestants from his universe were eliminated one after another. Apart from the Saiyans eliminated by Broly and the robot Magetta eliminated by Goku... now even Frost had been easily defeated by that guy named Frieza!
Now, on the stage for Universe 6, only a lone Hit remained!
Champa's face was now as pale as a sheet. His body trembled continuously, his mind frantically trying to think of a countermeasure!
But sadly... after thinking for a long time, he found that his clever brain had only one thought echoing in it: "Tonight's dinner... I might... not get to eat it..."
Beside him, the newly appointed, gentle-tempered current angel of Universe 6, Merus, cast a worried glance.
But Champa was now completely plunged into the abyss of despair, muttering, "It's over... it's all over! My dinner!"
...
Returning to the ring.
After the terrifying intimidation from Whitley, Toppo of Universe 11's heart was now extremely heavy!
He recalled the horrifying scene of Whitley casually blowing away the power of destruction and "planting" Jiren and the others in the ground, and there was no longer any trace of luck in his heart.
After much hesitation, he finally decided to follow Whitley's seemingly absurd instruction—
Find that guy named "Vegeta," and then... teach him a harsh lesson!
"But... who on earth is Vegeta? Which universe is he from?"
Thinking of Whitley's instruction, Toppo couldn't help but frown.
He had fought many people just now, and the scene had been chaotic. He hadn't made a special effort to remember his opponents' names.
With no other choice, he could only resort to the most stupid method.
He decided: to ask, one by one!
He immediately put his plan into action, stopping a lobster-like warrior from Universe 4 who had just finished a fight and was panting heavily, and asked in a deep voice, "You, what is your name?"
The lobster warrior was stunned for a moment, but upon seeing Toppo's firm gaze, he waved his pincers and answered proudly, "My name is Ganos! What, have you heard of my great name? Are you a fan of mine?"
The moment Toppo heard that it wasn't "Vegeta," his face darkened. He wasted no more words and threw a heavy punch!
"BAM!"
The lobster named Ganos didn't even have time to react before he was sent flying out of the ring by the powerful punch, turning into a beam of light and appearing in the spectator stands.
Toppo expressionlessly continued his search for the next target.
He saw a strange-looking robot lurking stealthily and walked up to repeat his question. "Your name?"
The robot's electronic eyes flickered continuously.
After a moment of silence, it suddenly spoke. "My name is—You have an opening! Take this!"
It took advantage of Toppo's questioning to launch a sneak attack!
Toppo let out a cold snort, even more disgusted by such a despicable act!
He sidestepped the attack and countered with a powerful elbow strike, smashing into the core of the robot's chest!
"CRACK!"
A shower of sparks burst from the robot's body, and it instantly froze.
Then Toppo immediately followed up with a kick, sending it flying out of the ring.
Just like that, Toppo roamed the ring like a cold demon.
And he asked everyone he met for their name!
Once he confirmed that the other party was not "Vegeta," he would immediately eliminate them with thunderous force.
His efficiency was extremely high, and his attacks were ruthless and without mercy!
Gradually, a strange and terrifying rumor began to spread quietly among the remaining contestants...
A mole-like warrior from Universe 9 named Sorrel had just finished scouting and was fearfully sneaking back to the narrow cave where he and his companion were hiding.
His companion, a pterodactyl-like warrior named Shosa, was currently leaning against the rock wall with his eyes closed.
"Th-this is bad! Shosa!"
Sorrel lowered his voice, his tone filled with fear. "I... I heard a terrible rumor!"
Shosa lazily lifted his eyelids. "What rumor? Look at your terrified expression... when did you become such a coward?"
"That's not it! Listen to me! It's a rumor about a 'demon'!"
Sorrel's voice was trembling. "They say... a demon has infiltrated the ring! It... it will suddenly appear behind you and ask for your name... as long as you tell it your name... it will be able to control your soul and weaknesses, and then you will be immediately eliminated! You won't even know how you lost!"
Shosa sneered at his words and patted Sorrel's head with his wing. "Tch! You idiot, did the fighting outside scare you silly? How could there be such an absurd thing? It must be a rumor deliberately spread by the guys from the other universes..."
However, before his words faded, a deep and oppressive voice, like a ghost, echoed幽幽 from behind them. "You two... what are your names?"
Sorrel's and Shosa's bodies instantly froze, their blood seeming to have congealed.
They mechanically, little by little, turned their heads, and saw a very tall and burly figure...
Who had appeared at the entrance of the cave at some unknown time, like an iron tower, his shadow completely enveloping them!
It was the "demon" they had been talking about—Toppo!
Combining this with the terrifying rumor from just now, the two of them were instantly scared out of their wits and let out a heart-wrenching scream in unison. "GHOST!!!!!!" X2
Toppo's face instantly darkened.
He had always been an upright person! What he hated most was being misunderstood and slandered, especially being called something unclean like a "ghost"!
"You two bastards! How dare you call me a ghost?! So rude!!!"
Toppo roared, and his fists ignited with a searing aura. "Just... disappear!!!"
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!
A huge explosion erupted at the cave entrance, and the strong shockwave even caused half the cave to collapse!
And at the moment of the explosion, the figures of Sorrel and Shosa had already been sent out of the ring by Toppo's powerful force and appeared in the spectator stands of Universe 9.
The two of them were charred black, and wisps of green smoke were rising from their bodies. They were clearly seriously injured and had fallen into a coma.
But at this moment, no one cared about their injuries anymore.
The God of Destruction of Universe 9, Sidra, was slumped in his seat, his face ashen, his body limp.
His eyes were vacant as he stared at Zeno's divine throne in the distance.
All the contestants of Universe 9... had been completely wiped out...
At this time, the entire spectator venue fell into a strange silence, like the calm before a storm...
A moment later, the Grand Priest's calm yet majestic voice echoed clearly in every corner, and even the fierce battles on the ring paused for a moment. "Universe 9, all contestants have been eliminated. According to the rules of the Tournament of Power, Universe 9 is to be—erased."
After a brief pause, the Grand Priest's voice, filled with an unquestionable decisiveness, sounded again. "Universe 9, apart from the angel Mojito, all other life, including the God of Destruction Sidra, are to be... completely erased."
Zeno, sitting on his divine throne, jumped down with a "hup."
His small face wore an innocent expression as he slowly raised his small hands.
A faint but soul-trembling light for all the gods began to gather in his palms.
His childish voice was, at this moment, the final judgment. "Huh? Universe 9 has lost them all? What a pity..."
Zeno tilted his head, his tone a little regretful. "Well then, I'll just erase you."
The moment his voice fell, the faint light in his hands suddenly expanded, turning into a soft but irresistible halo that instantly swept over the area where the spectator stands of Universe 9 were.
After the light passed, that area became completely empty.
The Supreme Kai of Universe 9, his attendant, and the warriors who had just been eliminated, along with the God of Destruction Sidra, had all vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.
Only the angel Mojito was left standing alone, his face expressionless, but a hint of imperceptible pity flashed deep in his eyes.
The entire venue was completely silent.
A bone-chilling coldness shot up from the soles of the feet of all the Gods of Destruction and Supreme Kais to the tops of their heads!
"Gulp..."
Someone swallowed hard, and the sound was exceptionally clear in this dead silence.
Every God of Destruction felt a chill down their spine, incredibly grateful that the light of erasure had not fallen on them.
But then! A huge pressure, like a mountain, descended. Their gazes became even more grave, and they stared deadly at the ring, praying frantically that the next universe to be erased would not be theirs!
In the spectator stands of Universe 7, although Beerus was also terrified by Zeno's power of erasure...
When he saw the situation on the ring of his own team, especially that Whitley who was still watching the show from the mountaintop as if everything was under his control, his nervous heart instantly relaxed a lot, and he even stroked his chin with some smugness.
"Thank goodness! Thank goodness I had the foresight to have Whitley early on! Hahahahaha!!!"
Beerus couldn't help but laugh out loud, subconsciously slapping the armrest of his chair. "With Whitley here, our Universe 7 is invincible!!! The champion of this Tournament of Power can only be us!"
At his side, Whis covered his mouth with his sleeve and chuckled lightly. "Oh my~ it seems Lord Beerus has full confidence in Whitley-san."
"Hmph! And why shouldn't I?"
Beerus gave Whis a sideways glance. "With that kid Whitley here, I don't even know how to lose now!"
Whis chuckled and nodded, then, as if to himself, he said in a soft voice just loud enough for Beerus to hear, "Indeed, in this Tournament of Power, our chances of winning are greatly increased because of Whitley-san's presence. But... Lord Beerus, have you ever thought about next time?"
"Next time?" Beerus raised an eyebrow.
"Yes," a sly glint flashed in Whis's eyes. "Whitley-san has now been granted the status and treatment of an angel. If, in the next Tournament of Power, Lord Zeno and the Grand Priest specifically rule that Whitley-san is not allowed to participate... then how will our Universe 7 cope?"
Whis had expected that Beerus would look nervous and grave upon hearing this question, thinking about how to get through the next Tournament of Power.
But to Whis's surprise, far from being worried, Beerus showed a strange, half-smiling expression. "Next time? Hmph! What does the next Tournament of Power have to do with me, Beerus!"
Whis was stunned, a hint of astonishment flashing in his light purple eyes. "You... what do you mean by that? Could it be, Lord Beerus, that you..."
"That's right!"
Beerus nodded decisively, a look of "you guessed it" relief on his face. "It's just as you think! After this Tournament of Power is over and Universe 7 is safe, whoever wants this position of God of Destruction can have it! I've long since wanted to quit! Just let that bastard Whitley take over!"
Whis was completely surprised. He never expected Beerus's intention to retire to be so firm.
As an angel, he could not interfere with the succession of the God of Destruction. But...
He couldn't help but start to think about another question:
If Whitley became the God of Destruction, who would he choose as his angel partner? Himself, the teacher who had taught him Ultra Instinct and divine ki?
Or... that older sister of his, who was now his "wife"?
"You have to choose me, Whitley-san!"
Whis couldn't help but pray silently in his heart, a rare look of worry on his face. "Otherwise... whether I can enjoy the delicacies of Earth in the future will be uncertain!"
Just as Whis was lost in his worries about future food, on the ring, another change occurred!
BOOM!!!!
An exceptionally violent explosion came from a corner of the ring, and along with a piercing scream, a ki signature instantly vanished from the ring.
Whitley's originally leisurely gaze suddenly hardened!
He clearly sensed that the disappearing ki... was Cell's ki!
And, Cell's ki had been completely annihilated in an instant by some strange power, rather than the usual distancing when being knocked off the ring!
"Someone from Universe 7 was eliminated?"
Whitley frowned slightly. This was within his expectations; after all, there was a gap in the contestants' strengths.
But he had originally guessed that the first to be eliminated would be the relatively weaker Piccolo.
He never would have expected that the first to be eliminated would be Cell, who was under the personal protection of No. 16 and was quite strong himself!
What made him even more wary was that after Cell's ki disappeared, his figure did not appear in the spectator stands of Universe 7 like the other eliminated contestants!
Bulma, Vados, Krillin, Beerus, and Whis's figures were all there, but Cell was missing!
"Something's not right!"
Alarm bells went off in Whitley's mind.
At the same time, his attention was instantly drawn to a strange pink light that flashed by at the site of the explosion.
Without any hesitation, his figure vanished from the mountaintop.
The next moment, Whitley appeared directly at the edge of the smoke and dust from the explosion.
"Whitley!"
No. 18's voice came, with a hint of urgency and breathlessness.
After seeing Whitley, No. 18 quickly approached him with No. 17 and No. 16.
At this moment, although No. 18 had no obvious serious injuries, the blue denim clothes she had specifically worn for the fight were now torn in several places.
The stockings on her legs also had several rips, revealing the fair skin underneath.
Clearly, she had just been through a very tough fight!
Whitley raised a hand to signal her to be quiet, his expression a little strange as he stared at the gradually dispersing smoke and dust in front of them.
His perception had been fully extended, and his divine ki quickly locked onto the faint, strange figure in the smoke and dust.
As the smoke and dust dissipated, the figure gradually became clear.
When he saw the person's appearance, Whitley's pupils contracted violently, and a look of extreme shock and disbelief appeared on his face. He even blurted out subconsciously, "Th-how could it be you?! You... how could you be here?!"
What appeared before his eyes was a tall, curvaceous woman.
She had long, beautiful pink hair, a pair of red glasses that added a touch of intellectual beauty to her face, and her body combined the intellectual beauty of a mature woman with a hidden, dangerous, wild charm!
Whitley's eyes were fixed on her, and he said, word for word, the name that should not have appeared here in his memory. "Why are you here?! An-droid-21?!!"
"What?!"
"Huh?!!"
Upon hearing Whitley's words, No. 18 and No. 17 were as if struck by lightning, and they both let out a cry of disbelief!
Even No. 16's eyes widened, and he looked with a grave expression at the figure of No. 21 walking out of the smoke!
And in her hand was the thing that No. 21 had, with a pink light, instantly transformed Cell into... a donut!
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