Of course, Beerus dearly wanted to show those universes that looked down on him what he was made of, but he also knew there would be no small amount of difficulty involved.
Although Universe 7 and Universe 10 had large lineups of contestants, Beerus did not dare claim they could definitely win against the top four universes. Over the long years, those four universes had always kept a low profile and hidden themselves deeply. No one could say exactly how many powerful fighters they possessed.
Moreover, this Tournament of Power concerned survival itself. Even the top four universes, which had never participated before, were joining in. Those universes would certainly bring out their trump cards.
"Legend has it that certain universes have mortals whose power is enough to rival a God of Destruction. They may truly appear this time..." Beerus's golden eyes fell upon Selyne, Myers, Android 18, Son Goku, and the others, and a trace of worry flashed through the God of Destruction's heart.
I hope I'm overthinking this.
Meanwhile, the other universes were also making their final preparations for the Tournament of Power.
In Universe 11, Belmod, who had already stepped down from the position of God of Destruction, sat leisurely on a sofa. The angel Marcarita stood beside him, along with ten warriors dressed in the red uniforms of the Pride Troopers. Toppo and several others surrounded Belmod.
In the void, Jiren, dressed in the attire of a God of Destruction, floated calmly in meditation with his hands clasped together.
Suddenly, Jiren opened his eyes. A sharp glint flashed through his dark pupils as he drifted down from midair, dim crimson light flickering in his eyes.
"Jiren, how does it feel? Isn't the power of a God of Destruction exhilarating?" Belmod laughed heartily with one leg