The aura around Whitley awakened like a dormant volcano!
An invisible pressure spread out in all directions with him at the center, even causing the solid ground of the ring to tremble slightly...
This undisguised and powerful fighting spirit immediately attracted the attention of everyone nearby.
Goku and Vegeta, standing beside Whitley, couldn't help but look at each other.
"Huh?"
Goku scratched the back of his head, his face a picture of pure confusion. "Whitley, this presence... are you planning to step in yourself?"
He blinked, his tone carrying a bit of curiosity about Whitley's readiness to fight, and a bit of a conflicted worry that he would soon be out of fights.
Vegeta, on the other hand, crossed his arms, his expression grave as he looked at Whitley, and let out a cold snort from his nose.
He knew in his heart!
If this monster Whitley got serious, the entire ring would probably be cleared out in an instant! What chance would he, the Prince of Saiyans, have to show off then?
Especially that bastard named Toppo, who had actually managed to suppress him with his power earlier! He, Vegeta, had to settle that score himself!
'I absolutely cannot let Whitley steal the show!' Vegeta thought to himself.
Whitley nodded. His gaze first flickered in the direction where No. 18 had left with the restrained No. 21. There were no unusual ki fluctuations there for the time being. It seemed No. 18 was... very "invested" in her "lesson."
Only then did he turn to Goku, his tone calm but filled with an unquestionable decisiveness. "You guessed right, it's about time I got some exercise. There are some things I need to figure out as soon as possible. This Tournament of Power... it's time for it to end!"
"Huh?! Why!"
Goku's face immediately fell, and he grumbled like a child who hadn't gotten his favorite toy. "But... Vegeta and I haven't had our fill of fighting yet! There are still so many strong opponents we haven't fought, right, Vegeta?"
But this time, Vegeta did not agree with Goku.
He frowned, his sharp gaze fixed on the distant Toppo, who had also become wary upon sensing Whitley's presence. The golden aura around his body began to rise uncontrollably.
"Shut up, Kakarot!"
He let out a low shout, then said to Whitley in a deep voice, "You can deal with the others however you want! But that guy named Toppo—"
He pointed a hand at the serious-faced Toppo. "—must be defeated by me, Vegeta, personally! This is my battle!"
Whitley was not surprised by Vegeta's insistence. He shrugged nonchalantly. "Fine. I'll give you 20 minutes to deal with him. That should be enough, right?"
"Twenty... twenty minutes?!" Vegeta's face couldn't help but darken.
He had personally experienced Toppo's strength, especially that energy with its destructive aura, which was extremely difficult to deal with!
To defeat him in 20 minutes, even for the SSJ4 Vegeta, was a huge pressure at this moment.
But this was already a concession from Whitley, and Vegeta's proud nature would never allow him to ask for more time.
"Hmph! It won't take that long!" Vegeta retorted stubbornly.
He wasted no more words. His aura exploded, and the wild and majestic presence of Super Saiyan 4 swept around!
"HAAAAAAAA!!!!!" he roared, took a step, and turned into a red-gold running meteor, shooting straight towards Toppo like a bullet fired from a gun!
Toppo had been warily watching Whitley's movements and didn't expect Vegeta to suddenly attack. He could only hastily cross his arms to block.
"Thump!"
A dull sound was heard. Toppo was sent sliding back several meters by the charged-up blow, his feet plowing two deep furrows in the ground.
He stabilized himself, an unstoppable anger appearing on his face. "It's you! I let you off once before, and instead of being grateful, you dare to sneak-attack me!"
Vegeta didn't even respond. He had only one thought in his mind now: 20 minutes! He only had 20 minutes to take out Toppo!
He gritted his teeth, his attacks like a storm, frantically aimed at Toppo's vital points! "Ah!!! DADADADADADA!!!"
The intense sound of close-quarters combat instantly echoed through the area.
Seeing that Vegeta was already fighting fiercely with Toppo, Goku also became anxious.
Whitley said the tournament would end in 20 minutes, which meant there was not much time left for him to fight either!
He quickly looked around, trying to find a suitable opponent!
Just then, Whitley's voice sounded again. "Goku!"
"Ah? What is it, Whitley?" Goku turned his head and asked, confused.
Whitley raised a hand and pointed to the west side of the ring. "To the west, there's a warrior named Hit whose strength is quite impressive. You should be interested. If you don't want to go, or can't deal with him in a short time, then he will be my first target to clean up."
Whitley's tone was flat, but it carried a "I mean what I say" feeling.
The moment Goku heard "strength is quite impressive," his eyes instantly lit up!
"Hah! Hit, is it? Alright! I'm going now!"
Fearing that Whitley would go back on his word, Goku immediately erupted with a powerful ki!
He was surrounded by a golden aura. In his Super Saiyan state, his figure flashed and he rushed towards the west at an extremely high speed, shouting excitedly, "Wait for me, Hit! Let's have an all-out fight!"
Seeing that both Goku and Vegeta had found their respective opponents, Whitley nodded slightly.
He once again turned his gaze to the east side of the ring, where two extremely powerful auras were clashing. One was wild and chaotic, the other calm and vast—it was Broly and Jiren!
"Tsk!"
Whitley frowned slightly. "That guy Jiren... he actually broke free so quickly? And he's fighting Broly?"
He sensed the battle situation and found that Jiren, with his terrifyingly calm combat awareness and incredibly solid foundation, was not only not at a disadvantage against the wild attacks of the legendary Super Saiyan, but was actually faintly taking the initiative!
He was suppressing Broly, who had shown signs of the Great Ape transformation and whose power had skyrocketed but who had lost all semblance of a fighting style!
"That guy Broly has all the power... but his technique is still too crude..."
Whitley shook his head to himself. He had originally planned to clean up the small fry first and leave the experts for last or for Goku and Vegeta to handle.
But looking at Broly's situation, he probably wouldn't last much longer.
"Forget it, plans can't keep up with changes."
Whitley instantly changed his mind. "I'll first clean up the other nuisances as quickly as possible to create a one-on-one environment for Vegeta and Goku, and by the way... I have to find a way to help Broly."
Although flying was prohibited in the tournament, for Whitley, who had mastered Instant Transmission, this rule was practically non-existent.
His powerful perception once again swept across the entire ring, instantly locking onto the several areas with the densest number of people and the most chaotic battles.
"Let's start with you guys."
Whitley's eyes narrowed, and the next moment, he vanished from his spot!
...
At the edge of the ring, several warriors from Universe 2 were besieging a mechanical warrior from Universe 3.
The warriors from Universe 2 had strange appearances. One of them, with blue-gray skin and a mouth like octopus tentacles, had just forced back his opponent with an energy wave.
Suddenly, his vision blurred, and a figure appeared out of nowhere less than a meter in front of him!
"Who?!"
The octopus man was shocked. His combat instincts made him immediately raise his energy to its maximum!
He didn't even bother to see who the newcomer was. He swung his suction-cupped fist, condensing all his strength, and punched straight at the face of the suddenly appearing Whitley! "You sneak-attacker! Eat this!"
Faced with this sudden attack, Whitley's expression did not change at all. He just casually opened his palm and blocked forward.
"Smack!"
The octopus warrior's full-power punch, which was enough to shatter a mountain, couldn't even make his arm bend a single bit!
Instead, a huge recoil force came back, making the octopus man's arm go numb!
"What?!"
The octopus warrior's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart was filled with horror.
Whitley didn't give him time to react. The hand that had blocked the punch then grabbed his wrist and, like throwing out trash, casually swung him around!
"SWOOSH—!"
The octopus man only felt an irresistible force. His whole body instantly left the ground, and he was sent spinning into the air by Whitley!
Just as his body reached its highest point and was about to fall, Whitley raised his right index finger, and a fine but extremely condensed ki blast shot out, accurately hitting the helpless octopus man in the air!
"BOOM!!!!"
A golden flame exploded in the air, forming a small, temporary sun.
The octopus warrior didn't even have time to scream before his figure appeared in the spectator stands of Universe 2 amidst the explosion.
He was now lying on the ground in a daze, clearly having been eliminated from the tournament.
"Yay!!"
Lord Zeno, who was sitting on his divine throne, was holding a small snack.
Seeing Whitley so cleanly deal with an opponent, he clapped his small hands excitedly, his short legs dangling in the air. "Whitley is so cool! He took one out just like that!"
Whitley's face was expressionless as he softly counted, "First one."
His gaze turned to another warrior from Universe 2 beside him.
This warrior was burly, with rough skin, a mouthful of sharp teeth, and looked like a shark.
At this moment, this shark man was staring dumbfounded at what had just happened, his fishy face filled with terror.
Seeing Whitley's gaze sweep over, the shark warrior shivered and subconsciously took two steps back, his voice trembling as he shouted, "D-don't come here!!!!"
Whitley couldn't be bothered to waste words. His figure flashed again.
The shark man's vision blurred, and then a heart-wrenching pain came from his chest!
"Pfft—!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body was sent flying backward in an arc, crashing heavily outside the ring, following in his companion's footsteps.
"Oh! Another one! Whitley is so amazing!"
Lord Zeno was getting even more excited, even forgetting the snack in his hand.
Whitley's voice was still flat. "Second one."
In the following time, the ring seemed to have turned into a stage!
And this huge stage became Whitley's personal performance, and a nightmare for the contestants of the other universes!
His figure appeared like a ghost in various corners of the ring.
And every appearance was accompanied by a dull thud and an eliminated figure.
He deliberately slowed down a little to give Goku and Vegeta more fighting time, and almost never used large-scale ki blasts, instead relying purely on the speed and strength of his physical body for a crushing close-quarters combat.
But even with just physical attacks, Whitley was still simple, direct, and efficient!
"Thump!" Third one. Some insect warrior from Universe 4.
"Thud!" Fourth one. An energy life form from Universe 2, its form dispersed by Whitley's palm strike.
"Smack!" Fifth one...
...
Whitley moved across the vast ring like an tireless fighting machine, unstoppable!
Every time he defeated an enemy, he would clearly count out a number!
His voice was not loud, but it clearly entered the ears of every warrior still on the ring, bringing immense psychological pressure to everyone.
"Seventeenth."
"Twenty-third."
"Thirty-first."
In less than ten minutes, Whitley had cleared out more than thirty contestants from different universes like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves!
This terrifying clearing efficiency made everyone (and every god) who witnessed it feel a chill in their hearts.
In the spectator stands of the universes whose contestants had already been completely eliminated by Whitley, several of the Gods of Destruction were now ashen-faced, breaking out in a cold sweat!
They looked at each other and could see the despair and disbelief in each other's eyes.
"It's... it's over..."
The God of Destruction of Universe 3, Mosco, was slumped in his chair, his fat body trembling slightly.
"How could... this happen..."
The God of Destruction of Universe 4, Quitela, gritted his teeth. Seeing the last warrior of his universe casually slapped away by Whitley, he was so angry he was trembling, but there was nothing he could do.
The God of Destruction of Universe 10, Rumsshi, clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead popping! But he couldn't even utter a single harsh word.
They had originally hoped that their warriors could last a little longer, and even... create a miracle!
But what was the result?
Just because this guy named Whitley from Universe 7 suddenly went all out, their universes... were going to be erased just like that?!
Who could they reason with?! This was a completely undeserved disaster!
And Lord Zeno, sitting on his divine throne, was exceptionally excited by Whitley's efficient "performance"! His small face was all red.
Under the gentle reminder of the Grand Priest, Lord Zeno remembered the rules he had set.
He couldn't help but tilt his head, look at the universes that now had no "fighters," and gently raise his small hand.
"Hmm... all the warriors from these universes have lost. Well then... I'll just erase them?"
A soft but supremely lawful light flashed. Universe 3, Universe 4, Universe 10... along with their Supreme Kais, Gods of Destruction, and all life!
Under countless gazes of horror, pity, or relief, they silently and completely disappeared, as if they had never existed.
Only the angels of those few universes were left standing alone, their expressions extremely complex.
They looked at Whitley, who was still "flashing" on the ring, their hearts filled with mixed feelings.
What was this? Their own universe... had actually been erased because their sister's husband was too fierce?
Should they, as his siblings, laugh or cry? What kind of expression was appropriate?
In the end, the few angels could only smile wryly at each other and secretly lament the unpredictability of fate and... Whitley's "kin-screwing" attribute.
Whitley's frantic clearing of the field naturally also greatly stimulated the fiercely fighting Goku and Vegeta!
"Whoa! That guy Whitley is moving way too fast!"
While attacking Hit with all his might, Goku took a moment to sense the rapidly decreasing ki signatures on the ring, and he became anxious! "This is not good! I have to step it up!"
"DAMN IT!!!!!!"
Vegeta roared repeatedly. Whitley's speed at clearing opponents was like lighting a fire under his butt! It made him, Vegeta, feel an unprecedented sense of urgency. "20 minutes! I, the prince, will definitely finish you in 20 minutes!!!"
He roared at Toppo, his attacks becoming even more frantic and reckless.
Driven by this sense of urgency, both Goku and Vegeta erupted with even greater power!
"HAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
The aura around Goku expanded again. His hair instantly grew long, and his aura turned a deep red with lightning. The light became denser and more dazzling!
He had pushed his Super Saiyan 4 power to its limit, and his fists and feet immediately rained down on Hit like a storm!
However, Hit's figure would always, at the last possible moment, dodge Goku's attacks with the smallest of movements.
His "Time-Skip" ability was not yet as perfected as in the original story, not as overpowered.
But his combat intuition, honed through thousands of battles, and his strange footwork still made most of Goku's attacks hit nothing but air.
"Tsk! He's so hard to hit!"
The more Goku fought, the more excited he became, but also the more anxious.
On the other side, the battle between Vegeta and Toppo had entered a white-hot stage.
"So you are Vegeta!"
Toppo had now also heard Vegeta's self-introduction.
He remembered Whitley's "Go find Vegeta and give him a few hard hits," and his face instantly turned very ugly. "It took me a long time to find you! Since you've served yourself up, I'll settle the score from before as well! Just get off the stage for me!!!"
Toppo was also anxious. He could feel that Jiren's battle with Broly was not going easily, and the biggest threat, Whitley, was still watching from the side!
He had to deal with Vegeta as soon as possible to go and support Jiren!
He no longer held back. The incomplete power of destruction within him was activated again. A faint purple aura covered his entire body, and every punch and kick carried a terrifying aura of annihilation!
"Justice! Will not be blasphemed!"
Toppo roared and punched at Vegeta. Wherever his fist passed, even space seemed to distort slightly.
Vegeta sensed the fatal threat. His pupils contracted, and his SSJ4 power instantly erupted fully, and he roared as he met the attack. "Stop talking big! My, Vegeta's, power is far beyond your imagination!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
"BOOM!!!!!!!!"
The two fists clashed again, and an even more violent shockwave than before instantly erupted!
This time, Vegeta was actually forced back several steps, while Toppo only swayed slightly!
The power of destruction was indeed astonishing!
"Damn it!"
Vegeta gritted his teeth, his pride making it impossible for him to accept this gap.
...
While Goku and Vegeta were fighting desperately, Whitley's clearing operation was also nearing its end.
Frieza had been happily toying with a few remaining warriors from the other universes, enjoying the pleasure of a cat playing with a mouse.
Suddenly, Whitley's figure appeared out of thin air beside him.
"Hmm?"
Frieza was stunned.
Whitley's hands moved like lightning. In just a few moves, the warriors from Universe 4 fell like cut-down scarecrows and disappeared in a flash of light.
Whitley was still muttering to himself, "39, 40."
The smile on Frieza's face instantly froze, then turned a little ugly.
He had gone to some trouble to find these decent "toys."
He was just having fun... and they were casually cleaned up by Whitley like trash? Where was his dignity as the emperor of the universe?
"Whitley! You..."
Frieza's face darkened, and he was about to lash out.
Whitley slowly turned his head and looked at Frieza calmly, his face showing no expression.
Being looked at by Whitley like that, Frieza instantly shivered, and his full-blown anger was as if doused by a bucket of ice water, instantly subsiding by more than half.
He suddenly remembered this man's terrifying power, and his current situation of being "under another's roof."
Fight him head-on? That would be suicide!
So, in a fraction of a second, Frieza's expression underwent a spectacular Sichuan opera face-change, from anger to fear, and then to a forced, seemingly gentle and even somewhat fawning smile. "Heh... hehehe~ Whitley, you... you did a good job!"
Whitley was noncommittal about Frieza's "pragmatism." He didn't speak, just strode straight towards Frieza.
Frieza's body instantly stiffened, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he forced himself to stop.
He kept that stiff smile on his face at all times.
Under Frieza's nervous gaze, Whitley walked up to him and reached out... and gently patted his smooth, round, reflective head, his movement as casual as if he were petting a cat or dog.
After patting him, Whitley said nothing and vanished in an instant, going to find the next target to clean up.
The moment Whitley left, the fake smile on Frieza's face instantly collapsed, replaced by a suppressed shame and anger!
He was trembling with anger. He pointed in the direction Whitley had disappeared, then whipped his head to the distant Piccolo, who had been hiding in the shadows and resting, and as if he had found an outlet, he roared, "What does he mean?! What the hell does that bastard mean?! He actually dared... he actually dared to pat my head?! What does he think I am? His pet?! Huh?!!"
Piccolo still sat in the shadows without a word, not even lifting an eyelid.
He knew very well that from the moment Whitley had decided to clear the stage, this chaotic battle that had lasted all day was already on its countdown.
Frieza's powerless rage at this moment could not change any outcome.
Seeing that Piccolo wasn't responding at all, Frieza felt like he had punched a pile of cotton and was even more annoyed, but there was nothing he could do.
He finally stomped his foot hard, sat down on the ground, and sulked with his arms crossed, constantly cursing Whitley under his breath.
However, the fact that Frieza was now willing to sulk by himself instead of taking his anger out on "one of his own" as he used to...
It seemed that this emperor of the universe had... really changed quite a bit under Whitley's "guidance"?
This could also be considered... a gratifying progress?
...
Whitley's clearing efficiency was extremely high. The 20-minute time limit had not even been reached, and apart from the members of Universe 7 and Android 21, only three "outsiders" were left on the entire ring.
To the west was the ace assassin of Universe 6, who was fighting fiercely with Goku—Hit!
Hit, with his ghostly movements and strange "Time-Skip" ability, made most of Goku's fierce attacks hit nothing but air, and the two were locked in a strange stalemate.
To the east was the fateful showdown between Vegeta and the candidate God of Destruction of Universe 11, Toppo!
Toppo's power of destruction had given Vegeta a lot of trouble, but Vegeta's SSJ4 form was also very resilient, and the two were fighting inextricably for a time.
And to the east of these two battlefields was the one with the biggest commotion—the legendary Super Saiyan Broly versus the ace of Universe 11, Jiren!
At this moment, Broly's body had further transformed due to his anger and the prolonged battle!
His physique had become even larger, and his power had skyrocketed. The green aura around him burned like a tangible flame!
However, his opponent, Jiren, showed a heart-pounding calmness and strength.
Jiren's expression was always calm. Faced with Broly's storm-like attacks, he could always accurately dodge or block with the smallest of movements.
His counterattacks were not flashy but were extremely effective. Each blow accurately hit the nodes of Broly's power circulation or the openings in his defense, making it difficult for Broly to fully utilize his raw power. Instead, he was repeatedly injured, and the number of wounds on his body was increasing.
"Tsk!"
Whitley watched the battle situation and couldn't help but shake his head.
At this rate, Broly's defeat was only a matter of time.
Whitley had originally planned to deal with Jiren after Vegeta and Goku had dealt with their opponents, but now it seemed he had to intervene early.
"I have to help Broly, or... force out more of his potential?"
Whitley stroked his chin, pondering.
He knew that Broly had unimaginable power hidden within him, but it always seemed to be missing a key trigger to be completely unleashed.
In the original story, it was through the combined efforts of Goku and Vegeta, and the... stimulation of Paragus's death?
Did it really require that kind of extreme emotional shock to complete the key transformation?
I can't be the one to trick him again, can I? The last time I tricked Goku, he was angry for a long time. And this time, the target is Broly...
Will this guy Broly not try to kill me?
Whitley's eyes darted around, his gaze falling on Frieza, who was sitting on the ground not far away, sulking but secretly paying attention to the battle situation.
A somewhat devious... but possibly effective idea came to him.
Maybe... I could give it a try?
"Ahem."
Whitley cleared his throat and, with a harmless smile on his face, walked over to Frieza.
Frieza immediately looked up warily, his whole body tense at the sight of Whitley's "malicious" smile. "You... what do you want now?"
Frieza's body subconsciously shrank back.
Whitley chuckled and didn't answer directly, but instead asked in a tempting tone, "Frieza, do you want to... use the Dragon Balls?"
"The Dragon Balls?"
Frieza was stunned, then became even more wary. "What are you planning now?"
He had a huge psychological trauma associated with the Dragon Balls!
Whitley was in no hurry. He pointed to Vegeta, who was fighting fiercely with Toppo, and guided Frieza. "Look at Vegeta. Do you notice anything... particularly different about him?"
Frieza frowned and carefully sized up the SSJ4 Vegeta. "Besides looking uglier and more annoying, what else could be different?"
Whitley shook his head and simply gave him a hint. "Don't just look at his appearance. Look at the details, for example... his height?"
Hearing this, Frieza subconsciously looked at Vegeta again, comparing him to his memory.
This glance gave him a huge shock!
"Wait! That wild monkey Vegeta... when did he get so tall?! I clearly remember that when he was under my command, he was only half a head taller than me! Now this height... he's almost as tall as Zarbon-san!"
Seeing that Frieza had taken the bait, Whitley immediately lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "That's right! It's the effect of the Dragon Balls! Vegeta secretly used the Dragon Balls and wished to grow taller!"
This was half-true.
Vegeta had indeed had his eyes on the Dragon Balls, but Shenron couldn't grant his wish for eternal life and invincibility.
In the end, the small wish of "growing 6 centimeters taller" was something Whitley had mentioned to Shenron on his behalf, unable to stand it anymore.
"So?"
Whitley looked at Frieza with a grin. "As long as you do me a small favor, after this is over, you can use Earth's Dragon Balls however you want! Ten centimeters taller? Twenty centimeters? Not a problem!"
"Hiss—"
Frieza took a sharp breath, and a fervent light burst from his eyes!
The issue of his height had always been a sore spot for him! This condition from Whitley... was simply hitting him right where it itched!
"A-are you serious?" His voice trembled with excitement.
"I, Whitley, always keep my word," Whitley promised, patting his chest.
Frieza's heart was in turmoil.
The temptation of the Dragon Balls was too great! But he also knew that the "small favor" Whitley was asking for... would definitely not be simple!
He suppressed the urge to agree immediately and said cautiously, "First, tell me what it is! If it's too dangerous, or makes things too difficult for me, Frieza, I will refuse!"
Whitley couldn't be bothered to waste any more time with him. He slung an arm over Frieza's shoulder, leaned close to his ear, and quickly whispered a few sentences.
A few seconds later, after Frieza had heard Whitley's "plan," the expression on his face became quite colorful.
His expression was a mixture of confusion, absurdity, and a hint of eagerness! He looked at Whitley and asked uncertainly, "Is that all? Are you sure it's just that?"
He was mainly worried that Whitley was tricking him again.
Whitley chuckled and patted Frieza's shoulder (not his head). "Don't worry, there's absolutely no danger to your life, and it's a piece of cake for you. So? Are you in? You'll get taller!"
Frieza looked at Whitley's confident eyes, then thought of the Dragon Balls that could make him taller and more imposing. He finally made up his mind! He gritted his teeth. "Alright! I'll do it! But if you dare to go back on your word afterward, I, Frieza, will... I will..."
He "I will'd" for a long time but couldn't think of anything to threaten Whitley with and finally closed his mouth sullenly.
"Deal!"
Whitley smiled with satisfaction.
Frieza took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and then stood up.
His face changed to a slightly exaggerated expression of panic and despair.
In a few leaps, he quickly arrived near Broly, who was being suppressed by Jiren.
Jiren, who was in the middle of knocking Broly back several steps with a heavy punch, keenly sensed Frieza's approach and frowned. He temporarily stopped his attack and warily looked at this small, bald man with a not-weak but strange behavior.
Frieza seized this opportunity and, with all his acting skills, shouted at the panting, red-eyed Broly, who was clearly in a frenzy of battle, in a tearful and anxious voice, "Broly-san!!! Something terrible has happened!!! Your father... your father, Mr. Paragus, he... on Earth... has met with an unfortunate end! He was... cruelly murdered!!!"
This shout, like a clap of thunder, instantly exploded on the battlefield!
Goku: ??? So familiar!
Jiren, who had been about to continue his attack, paused and looked at Broly with some confusion.
"This man's father... was killed?"
He didn't quite understand why someone would deliver such clearly morale-damaging news during a battle.
However, the moment Frieza's voice fell—
"W-RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
A green energy, far more violent, more primal, and more terrifying than before, surged out from every cell of Broly's body like a tsunami!
"BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Whitley stood in the distance, watching Broly, who was finally beginning to transform into his true "legendary" form under the stimulation of extreme anger and grief, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
"Alright, the final obstacle has been cleared. Now... it's time to wrap things up."
His gaze turned to the last two battlefields—Goku vs. Hit, and Vegeta vs. Toppo.
The 20-minute time limit was about to expire.
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