Only Talot and Champa remained facing each other in the sky.
What had originally been a battle between Talot and Tarola had now become a contest between Talot and Champa.
The atmosphere grew heavy. Even without deliberately pressuring each other, these two beings who stood at the pinnacle of the Universe naturally generated an overwhelming aura.
It was more accurately an instinctive reaction from their bodies, ensuring they would not be suppressed by the other in the next second.
Facing Champa again, Talot excitedly sensed the level of Champa's strength.
Back then, Talot had already formed a very clear understanding of Champa's power.
Especially when he had been in the Other Spacetime World, where he had encountered Champas from other timelines. At their strongest, they had only reached the peak of the Tenth Dimension.
But Talot was certain that the Champa of his own spacetime was different from those of the Other Spacetime World. He should have been stronger.
Whether it was because Talot had influenced him, or because the Seventh Universe's warriors had kept growing stronger and spurred him to improve himself, Talot did not know.
The Champa from the original story had seemed foolish and dull, but in truth, he was more calculating than anyone.
"What are you waiting for? If you're not going to transform, then I won't be able to hold myself back from attacking," Champa said as he urged Talot on.
The instant his words fell, Talot drew upon the Energy Pool within his body in one breath, rapidly displaying his true Base Form strength.
"Don't rush. Doesn't everything have to be done step by step? Besides, with my current strength, I can fight you as you are now even without transforming." Talot's arrogant words made Champa feel as though he had been slapped across