Future Timeline, New Age Year 3, West City.
Warm sunlight fell on the rebuilt West City, draping the reborn city in a golden coat.
The streets of the rebuilt West City had returned to their bustling state, and the faces of the pedestrians were filled with a long-lost sense of peace and hope.
The world that was once shrouded in the terror of the androids could finally breathe the air of peace.
And all of this was thanks to the young man who was now hailed as a savior by almost everyone—Trunks.
"Mom! I'm going to the ruins of Korin Tower today, I might not be back for dinner tonight."
Trunks said as he skillfully tied his shoelaces. After getting everything ready, he slung the treasured sword that had accompanied him in battle for many years, and which he was almost never without, onto his back.
His demeanor was calm and resolute, but there was still a trace of the youthfulness of his age in his features.
It was just that this trace of youth had long since been worn away by cruel years and constant battles.
Just as he was about to leave, Bulma's somewhat anxious and confused voice came from behind him. "Wait, Trunks! Don't be in such a hurry to leave. Have you seen the design blueprints for my time machine? I remember putting them in the cabinet in the warehouse, how can I not find them? I wanted to improve the entertainment module of the time machine. The current version is still a bit laggy when playing videos..."
Trunks's steps paused, a hint of helplessness on his face.
He opened his mouth, wanting to tell his mother that the time machine was for traveling through time, and the whole process was often just an instant, so there was no need to install such a luxurious sound system and video playback function.
But the words caught in his throat, and he forced himself to hold them back.
He watched his mother's figure rummaging through cabinets and couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.
Ever since he had returned from that hopeful "past" timeline and had told his mother everything that had happened in the other world—especially about that powerful and gentle man named Whitley, and all the things that had happened between him and the Bulma of that timeline, in great detail.
His mother... seemed to have undergone some subtle changes.
The Mom of the past was a strong, decisive, and somewhat steady scientific genius, the pillar that supported this broken world!
But now, in her rest time after finishing her research work, she would from time to time show a kind of... envy and longing, similar to that of a young girl.
More than once, Trunks had heard his mother muttering to herself while looking at the materials he had brought back from the past, especially the photos of Whitley and Bulma together. "I'm so jealous of the me from that world... to think she could meet a Prince Charming like Whitley, who is so handsome, so powerful, and dotes on her so much... Sigh, and then there's that guy Vegeta. When he was alive, he always had a stern face, no sense of fun at all, only knew how to train and get angry with me..."
Trunks could feel that his mother, after seeing the photos and videos of Whitley... had become a little jealous of her parallel world self.
This discovery made him feel complicated.
He was a little relieved that his mother could finally relax a little from the long-term pressure, but he also didn't quite know how to deal with his mother's rare "girlish heart."
"Forget it. I'll head out first."
Trunks shook his head, shaking off these thoughts. "I hope I can find some remaining Senzu Beans, or at least some Senzu Bean seeds."
Thinking of the small bag of Senzu Beans he had eaten, he no longer hesitated.
With a slight stir of his ki, Trunks's body slowly floated up and turned into a streak of light, speeding towards Korin Tower.
In the Briefs' estate in West City, after her son's figure had left, Bulma slowly stopped her searching.
She walked to the window and looked at Trunks's figure disappearing over the horizon, the relaxed expression on her face gradually fading.
She silently took out her phone from her pocket and unlocked the screen. The background image was the photo Trunks had brought back, a picture of the other world's Bulma and Whitley with happy smiles on their faces.
Looking at the "herself" in the photo, who looked similar to her but was smiling much more brightly, her eyes overflowing with happiness.
And... the tall, handsome, and gentle-eyed man beside her.
Bulma let out a soft sigh, a hint of indescribable loneliness and longing in her eyes.
"Peace... has finally come. But... everyone..." she whispered to herself, her voice so soft that only she could hear.
Returning to the exciting scene of the Tournament of Power.
Whitley was currently standing leisurely in the center of the ring, as if the efficient and stunning clearing of the stage just now was just a warm-up.
He held up his hand and began to count down the "20-minute" time limit for Goku and Vegeta.
When the last minute arrived, a mischievous smile appeared on Whitley's face.
He deliberately shouted in a volume that everyone could hear, "Hey! Goku! Vegeta! Time is almost up! Thirty seconds left! If you can't finish it, I'll have to step in and clean up the mess myself!"
This voice was like a death knell, putting immense pressure on the struggling Goku and Vegeta!
On Goku's side, facing the elusive Hit, he had already pushed his Super Saiyan 4 power to its limit!
But most of his attacks still missed, and his stamina was being consumed at a huge rate.
At this moment, he was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently!
The once brilliant aura around him had also clearly dimmed a lot, and his attack speed had inevitably slowed down.
And Vegeta's situation was even worse!
Toppo's attacks, imbued with a trace of divine power, were extremely fierce. Every clash between them made Vegeta's ki churn!
His dark blue battle suit was already in tatters, almost unrecognizable.
His skin was covered in fine cuts and bruises, and a trace of blood hung at the corner of his mouth.
The current Vegeta was barely holding on with his unyielding pride and Saiyan dignity!
But any discerning eye could see that he was at the end of his rope.
"29!"
"28!"
"..."
Whitley's unhurried countdown was like a heavy hammer, striking Goku's and Vegeta's hearts one by one.
The two of them let out an unwilling roar almost at the same time!
They desperately squeezed out the last of their strength and launched an even more ferocious assault!
"5!"
"4!"
"3..."
Goku forced Hit back with a punch and took the opportunity to gasp for breath.
Vegeta, on the other hand, took a heavy blow from Toppo, staggered back, and almost fell.
"2!"
"1!"
"Time's up!"
As Whitley's final countdown fell, his figure vanished from his spot with a "swoosh"!
The next moment, he appeared like a ghost in the battle between Goku and Hit! His target was Hit!
Hit's honed assassin's instinct made him feel an unprecedented threat of death!
Almost at the instant Whitley appeared, he subconsciously activated his signature ultimate technique—Time-Skip!
"Hmm?"
Hit's pupils contracted sharply. He was horrified to find that although Whitley's movements had slowed down in his time perception, they had not completely stopped!
That man... could actually keep up with his time-stop effect to a certain extent?!
"Thump!"
Whitley's seemingly casual but incredibly powerful punch solidly landed on Hit's chest!
"Ugh!"
Hit let out a muffled grunt. He felt an irresistible force penetrate his body, and his entire body was sent flying backward uncontrollably!
'This guy... he can actually keep up with my Time-Skip to some extent?!'
This was the thought that flashed through Hit's mind, his eyes filled with shock.
However, Whitley's attack was not over!
Almost at the same time as Hit was sent flying, his figure followed like a shadow, and his other fist shot towards Hit's face at an even faster speed!
"It's over!"
Alarm bells went off in Hit's mind, and the shadow of death instantly loomed over him!
His survival instinct made him activate his Time-Skip again with all his might!
This time, under extreme pressure, he felt as if his control over time had made a breakthrough!
"This blow... I can dodge it!"
A sharp glint flashed in Hit's eyes.
He could clearly perceive that this time, he had successfully stopped time for nearly 0.1 seconds!
In this brief gap, he desperately twisted his body to try and avoid Whitley's sure-kill punch!
Goku, who had to watch the fight from the ring, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Whoa! Whitley! Hit dodged your attack! Hit is so amazing!"
Sure enough, Whitley's fist grazed past Hit's cheek, bringing with it a sharp gust of wind, but the blow did not connect.
Whitley stood with his fist retracted, looking at Hit, whose ki was a little disordered but whose eyes were still calm. A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. "You're not bad. Your use of time has broken through its limits in battle. In terms of pure potential in technique, you're much stronger than Goku and Vegeta."
Hit's heart tightened!
He felt no joy, but instead became even more wary!
Whitley's praise, in his eyes, was more like an evaluation of a man about to die.
"But," Whitley's tone shifted. "The game is over."
Before his words faded, Whitley moved again. It was still a simple, unadorned punch aimed at Hit!
Hit did not dare to be careless and activated his Time-Skip again! The 0.1-second time-stop took effect!
However, this time, Whitley's fist seemed to have already predicted his evasion trajectory!
In his perception, the moment time resumed, Whitley's fist had, at an incredible angle, slightly adjusted its direction, accurately sealing off all his possible escape routes!
"What?! He predicted my prediction?!"
For the first time, a look of despair appeared in Hit's eyes.
This was no longer a simple crushing of power, but a complete transcendence in the realm of combat!
"BAM!!!"
Another dull thud. This time, Whitley's fist solidly smashed into Hit's abdomen!
A powerful force passed through his body. Hit's body arched like a shrimp, his eyes bulged, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of bitter water!
Then his entire body, like a broken kite, was sent flying out of the ring's boundary by the immense force of this punch!
He turned into a beam of light and fell pathetically into the spectator stands of Universe 6.
"Ah... we lost..."
The God of Destruction of Universe 6, Champa, watched as his last ace was eliminated, and all the light instantly faded from his eyes.
His fat body went limp and he collapsed to his knees.
His face was filled with despair, ready to welcome the impending erasure.
In the spectator stands of Universe 7, Beerus looked at Champa's appearance and couldn't help but turn his head away and sigh softly.
Although the two of them usually couldn't stand each other, they were, after all, brothers.
Seeing his brother meet the fate of being erased, his heart was inevitably filled with complex emotions.
Whis, on the other hand, was very relaxed. He even had the leisure to approach Vados and tease her with his sleeve covering his mouth. "Ohohoho~ dear sister, seeing Lord Champa, whom you once served, about to be erased, what are your feelings right now?"
The perfect, elegant smile on Vados's beautiful face did not change.
Her light purple eyes glanced at Whis, her tone calm and emotionless, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her. "Whis, the past is the past. Right now, my body and soul belong to Lord Whitley. Lord Champa's fate has nothing to do with me."
Hearing Vados's blunt reply, Whis chuckled a couple of times and wisely did not continue the topic.
He knew in his heart that his older sister was a deep thinker, and it was better for him not to provoke her easily!
Otherwise... in the future... he might really not be able to enjoy the delicacies of Earth anymore.
After Whitley had dealt with Hit, he turned his calm gaze to the final battlefield—the battle between Vegeta and Toppo!
At this moment, in the short time it had taken Whitley to deal with Hit, Vegeta had been caught in another few rounds of fierce attacks by Toppo!
His situation was even more precarious. He could only parry, with no power to fight back at all.
Toppo sent Vegeta back a dozen steps with a heavy punch. He looked at Whitley's gaze on him, took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, his once-firm eyes were filled with only a do-or-die, fearless resolve!
"Whitley!"
Toppo's voice was deep and hoarse, but it carried an unquestionable power! "I know very well that in terms of strength, I am no match for you! But... for the continuation of Universe 11, for the beliefs of the Pride Troopers! For all the people who trust me! I can only bet my life today, burn everything, and try to defeat you!! Even if there is only a one-in-ten-thousand chance!!"
Faced with Toppo's tragic declaration, Whitley dropped his casual demeanor.
He did not speak, just slowly got into a formal ready stance.
He was using his actions to express the highest respect for this respectable opponent and his beliefs—he would get serious!
"HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! THIS IS... MY FINAL POWER!!! WHITLEY!!! ACCEPT THIS BLOW THAT I HAVE BET EVERYTHING ON!!!!!"
Toppo let out a heaven-shaking roar!
The deep purple power of destruction no longer just covered his body but erupted violently from within him like flames, enveloping his entire body!
His arms trembled violently from bearing a power far beyond his limits, and fine cracks even appeared on the surface of his skin!
Toppo struggled to push his palms forward, and a dark purple energy, even more condensed and terrifying than when he had fought Vegeta, and exuding an aura of complete annihilation, rapidly gathered and expanded between his palms!
Vegeta felt that soul-trembling destructive energy, and his face became incredibly ugly.
He clenched his fists tightly! His teeth ground together. "Damn it! Damn it!!! You bastard, when you were fighting me... you actually... you actually held back this much power?! You actually looked down on me, Vegeta?!!"
Toppo had no time for anything else now, and he didn't care about Vegeta's anger.
All his spirit, all his will, and even all his life force were poured into this final blow!
This was the last resistance he could make as the leader of the Pride Troopers, as a warrior of Universe 11!
And... his final... justice!
"THIS IS MY FINAL JUSTICE!!!! HAKAI!!!!!!"
"VMMMM—!!!!!"
Along with Toppo's hoarse shout, the dark purple energy ball that contained everything he had was like a wild horse that had broken its reins! And like a falling world-destroying star!
It rushed towards Whitley with a presence that could crush everything!
Wherever the energy passed, the ground of the ring, which had been reinforced by the angels, cracked inch by inch!
Huge fissures spread out like a spider web, and the entire floating continent of the ring let out a groan, as if it were about to disintegrate at any moment!
Faced with Toppo's life-risking blow, Whitley's eyes were sharp. He held one palm vertically before him and brought his other hand to his waist.
A brilliant white light began to gather rapidly in his palm. The light was not dazzling, but it contained a supreme concept of destroying all things and returning to one's true nature!
"Let's settle this in one blow, Toppo," Whitley said softly, and then suddenly pushed out his right palm!
"WHITE HOT... FLASH!!!!!"
"BOOM!!!!!!!!...!!!"
A pure white energy torrent, as condensed and scorching as a star, erupted from Whitley's palm and went head-on against Toppo's dark purple destruction power!
The two completely different but equally powerful energies crashed violently in mid-air!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, but an even more heart-pounding sound of energy annihilation!
White and purple crazily intertwined, eroded, and wore each other down!
Space itself was violently distorted at this moment!
However, this stalemate lasted for less than a few seconds.
Under Toppo's gaze, which was filled with disbelief and then turned to complete despair... the destruction he had unleashed with all his might was actually being rapidly melted away by Whitley's White Hot Flash at a visible rate!
The white energy torrent was unstoppable, pushing back the purple energy and crushing towards him!
"I've lost... completely... lost..."
At this moment, Toppo's whole life flashed through his mind.
From his impoverished and bullied childhood, to his pride and struggle after joining the Pride Troopers!
And then the glory after obtaining the qualification to train in the power of destruction...
The past scenes flashed through his mind one by one like a revolving lantern.
"I'm sorry... everyone in the Pride Troopers... I'm sorry... Lord Vermoud... I'm sorry... everyone. I... in the end... I lost..."
He closed his eyes and calmly accepted his defeat.
"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The white flash completely engulfed the dark purple energy, and also engulfed Toppo's figure.
After the dazzling light, Toppo had already appeared in the spectator stands of Universe 11, half-kneeling on the ground.
His body was swaying slightly, his face as pale as paper, and his ki was at its lowest point.
The God of Destruction of Universe 11, Vermoud, looked at the returned Toppo with no blame on his face.
He sighed and stepped forward, reaching out to support the almost-unstable old warrior, a touch of emotion on his clown-like face. "No need to apologize, Toppo. You did your best and fought to the last moment, worthy of the name of the Pride Troopers! We... we still have Jiren!"
Although he said that, both Vermoud and Toppo knew in their hearts that this was just a final comfort.
As long as that Whitley was still standing on the ring, Universe 11 had almost no chance of winning.
Toppo smiled bitterly and said no more.
Vermoud also turned his gaze back to the ring, but deep in his eyes, a shadow had been cast.
At this moment, on the vast ring, apart from the members of Universe 7, only the final battle remained—
The legendary Super Saiyan, Broly, his entire body burning with a wild green aura!
Versus the last hope of Universe 11! The unfathomably powerful Jiren!
Whitley did not immediately and anxiously end this battle. Instead, he crossed his arms and watched with great interest.
Ever since Broly had broken through his limits under the stimulation of Frieza's "bad news" and transformed into the true legendary Super Saiyan... the tide of the battle had been completely turned!
"URRAAAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Broly was completely immersed in his wild combat instincts, letting out meaningless roars!
His hands, like machine guns, continuously fired a dense barrage of green energy blasts, raining down on Jiren!
Jiren's expression was as grave as it could be!
He had pushed his own speed, reaction, and combat skills to their absolute limits!
His figure weaved nimbly through the dense rain of energy blasts, occasionally finding a small opening and launching a lightning-fast counterattack!
His attacks rained down on Broly's massive, muscular body!
However, what shocked Jiren was that Broly seemed to feel nothing from his attacks!
The blows that were powerful enough to seriously injure or even kill an ordinary expert...
When they landed on Broly's body, they actually only made his massive body sway slightly, not even enough to make him take a step back!
The perverted defense and recovery power of the legendary Super Saiyan was on full display at this moment!
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!"
Enduring Jiren's series of attacks, Broly let out a deafening roar!
His huge fist smashed out like a meteor. This blow was so fast it was beyond Jiren's expectations!
"BAM!!!"
This punch solidly smashed into Jiren's abdomen!
"Urgh!!!"
Jiren only felt as if his internal organs had been displaced. His entire body was sent flying backward by this punch, which contained a terrifying raw power!
"Hiss!"
Vegeta, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath, his face filled with shock. "Th-this... is this the true power of the 'legendary' Super Saiyan that Whitley mentioned before?! That guy Broly... he was actually hiding such terrifying strength?!"
Goku, on the other hand, had shining eyes, his face filled with excitement and fighting spirit!
He wished he could immediately rush up and take Jiren's place, to have a good match with Broly in this state.
"So amazing, Broly! I really want to fight you!"
While Broly and Jiren were fighting, No. 18's figure came from not far away.
Behind her followed the silent No. 16, and in No. 16's hand was the unconscious, slightly disheveled Android 21.
Seeing them, Whitley temporarily shifted his gaze from the fierce battle and asked with some curiosity, "How did it go on your side? Did you get anything out of this woman? I'm quite curious how she managed to sneak into the Tournament of Power."
No. 18 shook her head, a hint of annoyance and helplessness on her face.
She took out a capsule and handed it to Whitley, saying helplessly, "Apart from this thing I found on her, I couldn't get anything else. This woman... is a complete and utter lunatic! All she can think about is how to eat us! It's completely impossible to have a normal conversation with her!"
Whitley took the capsule and examined it carefully.
He nodded and put it away, planning to give it to Bulma to look at later.
Then Whitley very naturally reached out and gently pulled the slightly upset No. 18 into his arms.
No. 18's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed. She rested her head on Whitley's sturdy chest, feeling the reassuring warmth.
The two of them said no more and turned their gazes back to the final battle on the ring.
The battle between Broly and Jiren had entered its final, white-hot stage.
Although Jiren was at a disadvantage, his resilience was extremely strong, and he was still looking for a chance to counterattack.
And Broly was fighting more and more wildly, his power seemingly endless!
Finally, in a no-frills energy clash, Broly's vast, tsunami-like green energy wave completely crushed Jiren's struggling defense!
"BOOM!!!!!!!!!"
A huge explosion echoed throughout the God of Destruction's Realm, and Jiren's figure was completely engulfed by the green light of the energy...
When the light dissipated, Jiren had already appeared in the spectator stands of Universe 11, half-kneeling on the ground.
He was panting heavily, his face filled with unwillingness, but more than that, with shock at Broly's inhuman power.
The entire ring was now left with only the warriors of Universe 7!
Lord Zeno, sitting on his divine throne, clapped his small hands happily. "Wow! It's all over! So Universe 7 won!"
The Grand Priest stepped forward with a smile and announced, "I declare that the first All-Universe Tournament of Power is now over! The winner is—Universe 7!"
With the Grand Priest's announcement, an invisible, huge sense of joy and relief instantly overwhelmed everyone in the spectator stands of Universe 7!
Bulma jumped up excitedly and high-fived Krillin, Piccolo, and the others beside her!
Even the usually elegant Vados now had a charming curve on her lips.
Beerus was so excited he almost slid off his chair and was quickly caught by Whis.
"We won! We finally won! Universe 7 is saved!!!"
Beerus's voice was choked. Who knew how much pressure he had been under during this time.
On the ring, the happy Goku, the slightly tsundere Vegeta, the smiling No. 17, the enjoying-herself-in-Whitley's-arms No. 18, the calm No. 16, the gratified Piccolo, the complex-faced Frieza, and Broly, who had just finished fighting and was gradually calming down from his berserk state...
Everyone's face showed a relieved smile.
They had successfully saved their own universe!
The first Tournament of Power had finally come to a close against the backdrop of the erasure of Universe 11!
The extremely satisfied Lord Zeno and the smiling Lord Grand Priest, the rewards for the victors of the Tournament of Power... were also about to be distributed!
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