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"What?!! What the hell happened?!"
Along with a cry of shock, Champa stood frozen like a statue inside Universe 6's spectator room. His eyes were opened so wide that they looked as if they might pop out of their sockets at any second.
Just moments earlier, he had been happily watching Caulifla and Kale preparing to use the Potara Earrings he had given them, secretly feeling smug that his plan was about to succeed.
But what he never expected was that, halfway through, a terrifyingly powerful laser would suddenly appear and charge directly toward Caulifla and Kale at lightning speed.
In an instant, the sisters were mercilessly blasted out of the arena.
Seeing this, Champa immediately flew into a rage. He clenched his teeth so hard that grinding sounds echoed out, looking as though he wanted to crush his own teeth into pieces.
At this moment, his eyes were locked tightly onto the massive screen before him, as if he wanted to drag out the one who had attacked from the shadows and personally beat them to death.
"AAAAAH!!!"
Suddenly, Champa seemed to go mad. He grabbed his own ears with both hands and yanked them forward.
He actually pulled them over his eyes, trying to block his own vision, as though doing so could somehow help him escape reality.
"BASTARD!! Which universe's piece of trash was shameless enough to pull a sneak attack like that?!"
Champa roared furiously, his voice deafening enough to make the entire spectator room tremble slightly.
"To actually launch a sneak attack!! That's absolutely despicable!"
At this point, Champa's fury had already reached its peak. His eyes were bloodshot with dense veins, making him look genuinely terrifying.
It was obvious he was truly enraged this time.
At that moment, Vados hurried over and softly tried to comfort him.
"Lord Champa, please calm down first. Actually, Caulifla and the others haven't…"
Unfortunately, before she could finish speaking, Champa rudely interrupted her.
With a furious wave of his hand, he roared: "Enough! I don't want to hear any useless nonsense!"
This was the first time Champa had ever dared to speak to Vados like this, and even she looked somewhat surprised. It was obvious that Champa was genuinely furious.
As a result, Vados stopped speaking altogether.
At the same time, Champa's gaze once again focused on the screen. To his astonishment, besides Son Goku, another figure had appeared there.
And the instant Champa recognized that person's appearance, his anger exploded even further.
"So it was him! Damn Universe 11! That shameless Vermoud!"
.........
The once-towering hill terrain had now been blasted apart by half, shattered rocks and soil scattered everywhere as smoke and dust filled the air, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation.
At that moment, a violent gale swept across the battlefield, as though it intended to swallow everything whole.
As the wind gradually died down, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
The man possessed a massive, muscular frame, dressed in a skintight suit that wrapped tightly around his perfectly defined muscles, making him appear incredibly imposing.
Most eye-catching of all were his enormous eyes, as cold and sharp as stars glimmering in the night sky.
And when this mysterious figure fully entered Son Goku's line of sight…
The newcomer was none other than Jiren!
Standing not far away, Son Goku's eyes sharpened as he carefully sized Jiren up from head to toe.
To be honest, what he saw before him truly caught him off guard.
No matter how he looked at it, he could never have imagined that someone who appeared so righteous and honorable on the surface would actually resort to a sneak attack.
Jiren's figure was projected onto the enormous central screen.
At the same time, the atmosphere inside Universe 11's spectator room became noticeably heavy.
The twin-tailed angel Marcarita stared intently at the massive screen before her.
A trace of complicated emotion flickered through her beautiful eyes, though it lasted for less than a single second before disappearing.
Just then, a deep and somewhat authoritative voice suddenly sounded from behind her.
"What's wrong, Marcarita?"
Yet in the face of this sudden question, Marcarita acted as though she had not heard it at all. She simply kept her eyes closed quietly, seemingly lost in thought.
Seeing her unusual reaction, a faint movement came from another corner of the room.
It turned out that Dyspo, who had already been eliminated earlier, had unknowingly shifted his gaze over here. His face was filled with suspicion and confusion as he stared at Marcarita.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally could not hold himself back from asking:
"Lady Marcarita, shouldn't we be happy that Jiren has appeared? Why do you seem so strange?"
Hearing Dyspo's question, Marcarita gently shook her head.
The corners of her lips slowly curled upward into a faint, unreadable smile.
Then, her bright star-like eyes slowly turned toward the outside of the spectator room.
"It's nothing. It's just that this Tournament of Power has become interesting now."
Dyspo quickly chimed in:
"Of course it has! Jiren has finally made his move!"
His voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement and anticipation, because an earth-shaking spectacle was about to unfold.
"That guy called Son Goku is definitely finished now!"
At this moment, Dyspo was so excited he could barely contain himself, his expression even becoming slightly twisted from excessive excitement.
However, in the very next second, the previously silent Marcarita suddenly turned her head toward him.
Her gaze shot toward Dyspo like a cold arrow, carrying a faint trace of teasing that was impossible to fully understand.
"Dyspo, as Jiren's teammate… do you really understand him well enough?"
Marcarita's words were like a massive stone crashing into a calm lake, instantly interrupting Dyspo's soaring excitement.
The sudden question caused Dyspo to freeze for a moment, clearly not expecting Marcarita to say such a thing.
But after only a brief pause, he quickly recovered.
He forcefully slapped his chest and flashed a confident grin.
"Lady Marcarita! What are you talking about?"
"Jiren stopped being the man he once was a long time ago! You know that very well too! He's already…"
Marcarita waved her hand, interrupting Dyspo before he could continue.
She merely shook her head gently before letting out a deep sigh.
"Sigh… I meant exactly what I said. It seems your understanding of Jiren is still far from enough."
A trace of helplessness and disappointment could be heard in Marcarita's tone.
Dyspo tilted his head, still completely unable to understand what Marcarita meant.
Her words clearly carried hidden meaning, yet she refused to explain things directly, leaving him rather frustrated.
He turned his head and shifted his gaze outside the window, trying to search for clues in the direction Marcarita had been staring at earlier.
But he found nothing unusual.
All he could see was the spectator room of the neighboring universe.
(End Of This Chapter)