"I told you, your Time-Skip is useless against me. Do you still not believe it?!" Piccolo swung his right arm toward Hit.
"I know Time-Skip doesn't work against you, so I'm not using Time-Skip at all!" Hit deftly dodged Piccolo's attack while charging up a powerful punch that struck Piccolo directly in the chest.
'Bang!!!' A muffled sound rang out.
Piccolo, who had suffered the heavy blow, flew backward like a cannonball, smashing through several rocky mountains before finally coming to a stop after sliding a hundred meters.
"An attack of this level is nothing." Piccolo was completely unharmed and once again steadied his body.
Just as he was about to attack, he discovered that his movements had become sluggish. An invisible, deep-purple energy transformed into a barrier that enveloped him.
"Prison of Time? No!!" Piccolo suddenly realized that something was wrong. This Prison of Time was far more dangerous and deadly than he had imagined.
"I have sealed the power of Destruction within the Prison of Time. From now on, you will endure endless torment until you are completely exhausted!" Hit clenched one hand, controlling the Prison of Time while simultaneously using God of Destruction Power to attack Piccolo.
Trapped inside the Time Destruction Prison, Piccolo was not only restrained in his movements, even his Dragon God Power could not be mobilized. The continuous God of Destruction Power ravaged his body.
If not for the sufficiently powerful physique of Dragon God Third Stage, he would probably have already suffered severe injuries.
But remaining on the defensive like this was not a long-term solution. If this continued, his body would eventually collapse. He had to break through the Time Destruction Prison immediately.
"Ugh... ahhh...!!" Piccolo endured the pain of his body being torn apart by God of Destruction Power and struggled with all his might. Dragon God Power began erupting from within his body bit by bit, and the crimson-gold energy light became increasingly dazzling.
The Time Destruction Prison became extremely unstable as it was impacted by power from the inside out. Hit also felt tremendous pressure from the force of Piccolo's struggle.
The Time Destruction Prison showed faint signs of being broken through. Hit immediately realized that things were going badly and hurriedly used both hands to output energy, stabilizing the Time Destruction Prison.
"I absolutely cannot let you out. For the sake of Universe 6, I must eliminate you first!" Hit increased the output of his Destruction energy to maximum power.
Pure and terrifying God of Destruction Power continuously poured into the Time Destruction Prison, carrying out an even deeper destruction of Piccolo.
Piccolo, who had originally still been able to struggle with difficulty, was completely immobilized. Both his body and soul suffered immense torment.
God of Destruction Power was gradually wearing away the Dragon God Power within his body and advancing toward the depths of his origin.
Under the immense pressure brought by Hit, Piccolo's potential was also released under this suppression.
His Dragon God Power was gradually sublimating and transforming during its confrontation with God of Destruction Power. Even Piccolo himself had not noticed this.
Thus, Piccolo and Hit both fell into a stalemate. At this point in the battle, it had become a pure contest of endurance.
Either Hit would be exhausted and eliminated by Piccolo, or Piccolo would suffer severe injuries and be eliminated by Hit.
'Crackle crackle~~!!'
Because of the clash between the two, the atmosphere of the World of Void was stirred, the void was repeatedly torn apart, and crimson-gold and deep-purple lightning exploded through the space like venomous snakes baring their fangs.
The confrontation between Piccolo and Hit continued.
The spectators from Universe 6 and Universe 7 were all on the edge of their seats. The outcome of this battle was crucial to both universes.
Especially Universe 6. Hit was their final warrior. If Hit lost, it meant that Champa would have to take the stage.
As for Champa, he actually did not want to fight Universe 7.
To be honest, his relationship with Piccolo was fairly good. In addition, Universe 6 and Universe 7 were twin universes. Unless absolutely necessary, Champa truly did not want to attack Piccolo. On one hand, they had a good relationship, and on the other hand, it was also out of consideration for Lin Chuan and Beerus.
However, just as the people from both universes were anxiously waiting for the final outcome of the battle.
An accident happened.
God of Destruction · Quitela of Universe 4 suddenly attacked. A Destruction energy sphere shot through the air, heading straight for Hit.
"What?!" Sensing the danger, Hit instinctively wanted to enter the Time-Skip Space to evade, but Quitela's attack was too fast, and he simply had no time to react.
'Boom~~~!!' The Destruction energy sphere exploded, and the flames soaring into the sky completely swallowed Hit.
Because Hit had been attacked, Piccolo also successfully broke free from the Time Destruction Prison.
"What?!" Piccolo looked astonished as he suddenly shifted his gaze toward the distance, only to see God of Destruction · Quitela maintaining his energy-release stance and laughing sinisterly.
"Your battle is simply too terrible. Even this God wants to fall asleep watching from the side. Next, let this God teach you what a real battle is?!" Quitela's mocking gaze shifted from the smoke of the explosion to Piccolo.
With just a glance, he made Piccolo's heart tremble with fear, sending chills down his spine.
In an instant, Quitela moved.
His speed was beyond imagination. The power unleashed purely by his physical body even surpassed the Law of Space.
By the time Piccolo recovered, Quitela had already charged in front of him.
Under Piccolo's terrified gaze, Quitela's attack had arrived.
'Boom!!!!' After suffering the heavy blow, Piccolo flew backward in a straight line at incredible speed, smashing through all the boulders. Quitela's devastating punch sent him flying to the edge of the opposite side of the arena.
Quitela's proactive attack, which seriously injured both Hit and Piccolo in succession, made Champa and Beerus unable to sit still.
"Quitela!! You damn yellow rat!!" Unable to endure it any longer, Champa angrily stood up, his eyes burning with fury toward Quitela.
The Gods of Destruction had an agreement that they would not casually attack participants from other universes unless those participants actively provoked them.
But now this yellow-skinned rat had blatantly violated the agreement. Clearly, he was targeting them.
"Yellow rat!!!" Beerus was even more furious, and his hatred toward Quitela had reached its peak.
Cats and mice would always be mortal enemies. Quitela's actions this time were a provocation toward him!
On the arena, seeing the angry expressions of Beerus and Champa, Quitela gave a sinister laugh, secretly delighted.
That's right, he was deliberately targeting these two universes. But so what?
He, Quitela, feared no God of Destruction. He even had the qualifications to contend for the throne of the strongest God of Destruction.
"Don't be so angry, you two. Haven't you been sitting in that place for so long that you're bored? Come down and keep me company." Quitela said fearlessly.
At this very moment, a streak of extreme speed burst out from the thick smoke of the explosion and charged straight toward Quitela.
'Bang!!!' A muffled sound rang out.
The person who suddenly launched the attack was Hit, but his attack was easily blocked by Quitela.
Hit's face became extremely ugly after his attack was blocked. Just as he was about to pull his fist back and attack again, he discovered that his fist had been firmly locked in place.
"You're actually fine? It seems that fat cat Champa's judgment isn't bad after all. He found a reliable person to serve as the candidate God of Destruction." Quitela mocked with a smile, slightly exerting force with his arm.
This terrifying grip strength caused Hit's pupils to contract sharply. He unleashed all his strength to resist, but no matter what method he used, he could not break free.
In terms of brute strength alone, although Quitela was only average, he was still not someone Hit could compare with.
The next second, Quitela suddenly exerted force, throwing Hit away while simultaneously unleashing his aura and chasing after him.
Seeing this, Hit once again activated Time-Skip. While narrowly avoiding Quitela's attack, he continuously launched attacks at Quitela.
Unfortunately, in the face of absolute strength, Hit's Time-Skip was completely useless.
After exchanging blows with Hit for two or three rounds, Quitela completely neutralized Hit's Time-Skip. No matter from which direction Hit launched a surprise attack, Quitela would easily neutralize it.
The confrontation between the two lasted for several dozen seconds. The battlefield constantly shifted, and eventually the two hovered in midair and fought.
"A technique like Time-Skip can be used against those third-rate warriors, but against this God, your Time-Skip is completely useless." Quitela spoke with extreme arrogance. He suddenly reached out with one hand and grabbed Hit's head, throwing him from midair toward the ground.
Hit's impact with the ground stirred up waves of thick smoke, and the ground was blasted into a huge crater more than ten meters deep.
Lying in the center of the crater, Hit felt dizzy. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. He struggled to get up, but his body felt completely empty, and he could not move at all.
Quitela would not let Hit off so easily. He charged forward at full speed, storing power in both legs before delivering a heavy blow to Hit's abdomen.
The extreme crushing force spread throughout Hit's entire body. The terrifying impact permeated his entire body. After suffering the heavy blow, Hit spat out a large mouthful of blood, his aura rapidly declining. He appeared to have reached the absolute limit.
"As a candidate God of Destruction, being able to fight this God to this extent is already enough for you to be proud of." Quitela placed one foot on Hit's chest and looked down at him from above. The corners of his mouth rose, revealing a sinister smile.
God of Destruction Power condensed in his right hand. He aimed it at Hit and released it instantly.
'Boom~~!!!!' The violent energy erupted, and the extreme destructive power pierced through the entire arena.
From this, it was clear how terrifying the destructive power of this attack was. Even a warrior at the Twelfth Dimension level could only dodge it.
Hit... had been defeated?
No! It was not that simple.
At the critical moment, Hit used his final strength to enter the Time-Skip Space, avoiding this fatal attack. His main body also silently descended behind Quitela.
"Hm? Still playing these underhanded tricks? You can't sneak up on me." Quitela's keen senses detected Hit's position, and he quickly turned around and threw a punch.
However, his attack was predicted and dodged by Hit in advance. Instead, Hit's all-out punch landed directly on Quitela's chest.
Quitela was forced backward by this attack, but he was not affected in the slightest.
"Tch~! An attack of this level isn't even enough to scratch an itch for this God." Completely unharmed, Quitela walked toward Hit with confident steps.
"Don't celebrate too soon." Hit exerted his strength once again, using all his energy to once again unleash the Time Destruction Prison, sealing Quitela's movements.
"Hm? Prison of Time?!" Quitela noticed that his movements had become sluggish and was slightly surprised.
"Although you interrupted my work, eliminating a God of Destruction is also part of my work. The value of eliminating a God of Destruction is much greater than eliminating that guy." Hit pushed both hands forward, increasing his energy output while simultaneously deeply releasing God of Destruction Power to destroy Quitela's body.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!" Quitela, whose body was ravaged by God of Destruction Power, had a drastic change in expression and let out a painful howl.
Seeing this, Hit felt that there was hope and once again increased his energy output.
But what happened next completely overturned his understanding and left him utterly dumbfounded.
All traces of pain disappeared from Quitela's face, replaced by thick mockery.
"How was this God's acting? How does it feel to see a glimmer of hope, only to be plunged into despair?" Quitela said mockingly.
Hearing this, the flame of hope that had ignited in Hit's heart was extinguished. He had been too naive.
Even after mastering the power of a God of Destruction, there was still a considerable gap between him and this veteran God of Destruction.
"Break for this God!!"
Quitela suddenly exerted force and, relying on his extreme God of Destruction Power, shattered Hit's Time Destruction Prison.
At this moment, Hit had completely lost the strength to fight back. Even though he still wanted to struggle, his body had already reached its limit.
"It's over." Quitela attacked once again, flipping Hit with an uppercut before following up with an energy sphere that knocked Hit out of the arena.
With Hit's elimination...
Universe 6, all eliminated.
...
The spectator area of Universe 6.
The unconscious Hit was teleported here. Having suffered Quitela's fatal attacks in succession, Hit's condition was not very optimistic.
"The situation is even worse than I imagined. Lord Quitela shattered all of Hit's bones, and the internal organs in his body also suffered severe damage." Angel · Vados explained while waving her Angel Staff, shooting a healing light that illuminated Hit's body.
With the Angel's healing power, all of the fatal injuries on Hit's body were repaired, pulling him back from the brink of death.
After awakening, Hit's gaze swept over the many warriors of Universe 6 around him, and he also understood that he had been eliminated.
"Sorry... I failed to complete my work..." Hit said with immense shame.
"You've already done your best. Don't blame yourself. That yellow-skinned rat deliberately targeted our universe. From now on, this God will deal with it myself." Champa came to the edge of the platform, hatred toward Quitela burning in his eyes.
After sensing Champa's anger, Quitela on the arena became even more pleased. He put his hands on his hips, as if nothing had happened, and shouted at Champa, "Hey! Fat cat, hurry up and come down too."
This provocation completely enraged Champa.
"You damn rat!!" Unable to endure it any longer, Champa moved and jumped directly in front of Quitela. God of Destruction Power surged around his body, his eyes cold and filled with killing intent.
How could he possibly ignore Quitela's blatant provocation?
If it had been in the past, he might have considered whether he should clash with Quitela, but times had changed!
He was no longer the God of Destruction who was at the bottom in terms of strength. In terms of strength alone, he now had confidence that he was inferior to no God of Destruction.