"Crack!"
The dark red arrogance on Son Goku suddenly dispersed, as if someone had cut off the source from within.
The red color faded away, and the black color took back the color of the hair. The fine fluff all over the body also disappeared in the blink of an eye, returning to the normal Saiyan appearance.
"Hey, Kakarot!" Vegeta couldn't help but take a step forward and raised his voice a little higher.
Broly also scratched his head, scraping his fingers through the tangled hair twice, with obvious confusion in his eyes.
Raditz didn't speak, but just put down his hands in front of him.
Bardock's expression also moved slightly, but his eyes remained locked on Son Goku's face, and in the end he said nothing.
He could see that Kakarot's strength was far beyond his own understanding, but even so, this son still had no power to fight back in front of Jiren.
This gap is so big that it cannot be bridged by force.
"No fight!" Son Goku uttered three words clearly and neatly. He lowered his hands and hung them by his sides, and his shoulders relaxed.
Jiren raised his eyebrows, lowered his hand that had been raised halfway, and his eyes stopped on Son Goku's face for a moment.
"You're right. With my current strength, no matter how hard I try, I can't be your opponent." Son Goku nodded thoughtfully, with a serious tone, without any reluctance or perfunctory, "I lost."
Jiren looked at his face of admitting defeat calmly, remained silent for a moment, then snorted very slightly, and completely retracted his hands.
"Bah bang bang!"
Belmod clapped his hands aside, and the applause echoed clearly in the empty venue.
Then, Belmod turned his head, smiled in the direction of Reiz, raised his chin slightly. "Yes, he doesn't look old, he is only four years old this year, right?"
"Yes." Reiz nodded.
Jiren's pupils shrank slightly.
He looked again at the black-haired boy standing on the shore of the lake, soaked to the skin and with gravel powder on his clothes, and paused for two breaths on his young face.
Four years old.
The energy that a four-year-old child just burst out has surpassed all of them Pride Troopers except him.
"It's indeed amazing. It's already quite outstanding." Belmod admired sincerely and lowered his arms to hang by his side. "I believe that given time, if we let him practice for another thirty to fifty years, it won't be a big problem to defeat Jiren."
"It won't take that long. If I practice for a few months at most, I think I can defeat Jiren." Reiz laughed.
Belmod's smile condensed on his face for a moment.
The corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly, his eyes swept from Reiz's face, then landed on the four-year-old black-haired boy, and finally let out a dry cough.
If the steps are given to you, just get off them properly. Why are you still installing them?
Can you defeat Jiren with just a few more months of training?
Aren't you kidding me?
"Ah? How many more months of practice?" Son Goku also looked at Reiz in surprise, tilted his head, and scratched the back of his head twice with his fingers, "Isn't it too forced?"
"Under my guidance, for a month at most, your strength will be greatly improved." Reiz said with a smile and a firm tone.
"Really? That's great. Then I will come back to challenge you in a month!" Son Goku turned to Jiren, the light in his eyes lit up again, and the enthusiasm in his voice returned.
"One month?" Jiren was truly speechless.
He turned his head and looked at Belmod, then back at Son Goku, and finally his eyes stopped on Reiz for a moment longer.
He didn't say anything, just shook his head very slightly.
"Reiz, you're not joking, are you?" Belmod finally couldn't help but answered, with an obvious suspicion in his voice.
"I don't think it's a big problem." Reiz smiled and didn't explain any more.
Belmod stopped talking, looked away, and folded his arms back to his chest.
"Oh my, this little guy named Son Goku is really talented." Marcarita stood under the canopy of trees in the distance, his eyes fell on the field where the battle had ended, with a sincere sigh in his tone, "He is only four years old, but he has already reached such a height."
"Yes." Linoshi nodded lightly, and relaxed his fingers holding Scepter.
"His talent has even surpassed Reiz, right?" Marcarita asked again, turning his head to look at Linoshi.
Linoshi's lips moved, and his eyes stopped on Reiz's back for a moment, then looked back.
"This..." Linoshi didn't know where to start.
"Speaking of which, is there any difference between this life and the previous life?" Marcarita thought for a moment and suddenly asked, his voice lowered a bit, "I remember that in the last life, Reiz did not bring anyone to challenge Jiren."
"The other experiences are pretty much the same, but there are many subtle changes." Linoshi smiled.
"What's the change?" Marcarita took half a step forward, and the curious light in his eyes lit up.
"In the last life, this Saiyan named Kakarot was not reborn." Linoshi replied and glanced in the direction of the black-haired boy who was arranging his clothes on the sidelines.
"Kakarot? He is reborn?" Marcarita was startled for a moment, then followed Linoshi's gaze and looked over at the four-year-old boy again.
"Yes, yes." Linoshi nodded lightly, "Moreover, he still has all the memories of his previous life."
Marcarita suddenly realized it and let out a low sigh.
No wonder he possesses such powerful energy at such a young age. This is because he directly transferred the strength from his previous life.
"This is to restore all the energy from the previous life, right?" Marcarita quickly understood, with a hint of confirmation in his tone.
"Yes." Linoshi nodded again, and then added, "But it seems there is still a big gap compared to Jiren."
"It's a pity. If Reiz also had the memory of the previous life, I'm afraid he wouldn't have failed so many times." Marcarita sighed lightly, looking at Linoshi His face paused for a moment, then he muttered, "But the two people's cultivation routes are different. Reiz wants to become Angel through cultivation. Once it fails, the memory will disappear or even disappear."
Linoshi did not answer this question.
She just looked away from the distance, fell on her hands holding Scepter, and took a few breaths in silence.
She has experienced it many times, and every life has the same beginning, the same effort, the same approach, and then collapse at the last step.
After every collapse, Reiz will forget everything, but she remembers everything.
"Except for the changes of Mr. Son Goku, other experiences don't seem to have changed much..." Marcarita said, his eyes retracted from the venue and fell on the pink figure not far away who was talking to Reiz. The corners of his mouth curved slightly, "The two of them eventually became Supreme Kai and God of Destruction of Universe 3."
Linoshi tapped his forehead but did not answer the call.