You Can Beat Up This Jiren However You Want

But on second thought.

With Sun Wuxiu's unfathomably terrifying strength.

No one could have knocked him off the arena anyway.

Whether he could fly no longer seemed all that important.

And aside from the people of those two universes, the warriors and gods of the other universes were also noticing Sun Wuxiu for the first time.

They all turned to look, secretly analyzing what sort of special ability this man had that allowed him to fly within a no-flight zone.

While everyone was still marveling inwardly.

The Grand Minister above the arena.

Suddenly received a new message.

It was Angel Marcarita of Universe 11.

Her elegant, composed voice slowly rang out.

"Grand Minister."

"The warriors of Universe 11 have all assembled."

As soon as her words fell.

The originally empty void of the World of Void.

Suddenly rippled violently.

The next moment.

Ten unfamiliar yet powerful auras abruptly descended onto a distant section of the arena.

Those ten auras were astonishingly powerful.

Feeling the sudden, terrifying pressure.

The warriors of Universe 7 all abruptly turned their heads, staring fixedly in that direction in alarm and uncertainty.

They could hardly be blamed for making such a fuss.

Those auras were certainly immensely powerful.

But what they found most unbelievable was.

Among those ten powerful auras.

There was one incomparably steady and restrained presence.

One they knew all too well.

Vegeta's pupils contracted sharply.

Even his jaw trembled slightly.

He actually opened his mouth in utter disregard for his image.

Staring fixedly toward Universe 11's camp, he muttered in disbelief, "That suffocating aura is..."

Piccolo stood beside him.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

His expression was exceedingly grave as he answered in a low voice.

"There's no mistake."

"It's Jiren's aura."

Frieza, who had been standing behind them all along.

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