After a violent explosion, the entire Dragon God Realm was bathed in a dazzling golden light.
The light faded, revealing Jiren was covered in dust and dirt.
Of course, he was already gray, and now he's just even grayer.
Jiren's upper body clothing was completely burned, revealing his muscular physique. He was panting heavily as he slowly descended towards the ground.
From this perspective, although his power has surpassed that of the God of Destruction, he is still somewhat inferior to that of the angels.
When Marcarita took that attack, she wasn't in such a sorry state as he is now.
Jiren knelt on one knee, looking at his dark palm, a bitter smile tugging at his face.
He had really used every ounce of his strength just now; if Mahābrahma's energy had been any stronger, he probably wouldn't even have been able to maintain his consciousness.
Senga appeared before Jiren, smiled, and extended his hand to Jiren, saying...
"Very good, I admire you."
Jiren quickly rubbed his hands together, feeling that they were quite dirty.
Senga shook her head helplessly, grabbed his hand without saying a word, and pulled him up from the ground.
Jiren was completely convinced; his large eyes were filled with reverence as he looked at Senga.
What earned Jiren's respect was not only Senga's unparalleled strength, but also his approachable nature.
He understood that Senga, as the supreme god of the universe, had truly given him a lot of face today.
Senga looked at the somewhat disheveled Jiren in front of him, and with a wave of his hand, a brand new set of clothes appeared on him, as if they were tailor-made.
Jiren moved his body slightly and found that all his injuries had healed. He was once again shocked by Senga's unpredictable abilities.
However, Senga suddenly said,
"Your power is far from being fully unleashed; are you holding back?"
Jiren was taken aback, and quickly replied,
"Lord Dragon God, I have already used all my power. I'm sorry to have disappointed you..."
As he spoke, a look of shame appeared on Jiren's face. He lowered his head, presenting his ashamed head to Senga.
Suddenly, Senga placed her hand on Jiren's bald head. Jiren trembled, but did not resist, letting Senga hold his head.
Senga didn't have any strange fetish for bald men. He closed his eyes, and with a thought, Jiren felt a warm current rise within him, quickly flowing into his limbs and bones.
Immediately afterwards, he roared uncontrollably, and his aura suddenly exploded far beyond what he had shown before. A ball of red and pink flames rose up, and his aura continued to rise.
Senga withdrew his hand as well; he had just helped Jiren draw out the latent power within him.
Even the elders on Namek possess this skill, so it's naturally a simple matter for him, a dragon god, to use it.
In the anime, Jiren needs to use memories to enter this state, but Senga doesn't need to at all.
Jiren felt the surging power within him, and his joy was palpable.
He felt as if he could conquer everything, except for Senga.
He has now entered a new realm, but the more he does so, the more he can feel the terror of Senga —a power that instills despair.
He suddenly knelt down and kowtowed heavily to Senga, shouting,
"Thank you Lord Dragon God! From this day forward, my life belongs to you!"
Senga was taken aback by Jiren's sudden action. He stepped back slightly, waved his hand, and said...
"Why would I want your life? You can keep it yourself. This was originally your power; I just played a guiding role."
Jiren remained motionless in his position. Senga, somewhat exasperated, continued,
"Alright, alright, get up. You belong to the universe I govern, so helping you with this little thing is no big deal."
After saying that, Senga gently raised her hand, and an invisible force lifted Jiren up from the ground.
Jiren's gaze towards Senga was incredibly fervent. Being stared at by such a muscular man made Senga feel extremely awkward. He snapped his fingers, and the entire Dragon God Realm gradually distorted. Soon, the two returned to their original home.
As soon as Senga came out, he saw that Marcarita had joined the group Dou Dizhu), and the white cloth strip on her face had formed a curtain, indicating the fierceness of the battle.
Marcarita gripped her cards tightly, staring intently at Bardos opposite her, and said in a deep voice,
"Make your move, Bardos! Go all in! This time, you won't lose!"
Player No. 18, standing to the side, rubbed her forehead with one hand. Unfortunately, she ended up on the same team as Marcarita, a terrible player. She had even prepared a blank card in advance.
With a relaxed expression, Bardos glanced at the nervous Marcarita, smiled, and then a large plane flew by, instantly petrifying Marcarita in her seat.
The cards in her hand scattered on the table. Senga glanced at them and thought, "Goodness, she didn't even use her King Bomb."
No. 18 immediately and deftly took out two white strips, thoughtfully pasted them on Marcarita, and then stuck one on her own forehead.
Marcarita's vision was almost completely obscured by the white stripes; she thrashed about in her chair in a frenzy, yelling...
"Why, why! Why can't I win even one game?! This angel is not reconciled! Ahhh!"
Bardos chuckled and gently swept her hand across the table, instantly tidying up all the scattered cards into neat squares, a sight that pleased everyone who saw it.
Ignoring the bewildered Marcarita, Bardos stood up, picked up a cup of coffee, and gracefully walked over to Senga, handing Senga the coffee.
At this moment, she resembled a virtuous wife welcoming her husband.
Senga picked up her coffee and took a sip. It tasted slightly sweet, clearly indicating that sugar had been added on purpose.
Bardos asked with a smile,
"Why did it take so long?"
"I helped Jiren improve a little, which took a bit longer."
Upon hearing Senga's voice, Marcarita jumped up from her chair and rushed to Senga, pouring out her grievances.
"Senga, teach me a few moves! I keep losing, it's so strange, isn't this just a game of luck?!"
No. 18 followed along, brushing the white line from her forehead aside, and said with a helpless expression,
"It is indeed a game of luck, but you can't just play cards randomly. Is it something a human would do to throw a bomb at the start?"
Marcarita, completely oblivious to her mistake, retorted defiantly.
"That's because I still have the most powerful bombs. What's wrong with splurgeing a little?"
Senga rolled her eyes at her and said sarcastically,
"So you threw out your most powerful bomb? Or were you saving it for a feast?"