Unfortunately, behind him stood a Nobita Gohan who had already been crippled.
Sending Nobita Gohan, who now had only tens of billions in battle power, up to fight Hit was no different from personally burying the entire Earth.
So, even dragging his battered body along, Sun Wukong had no other choice.
Because there was nowhere left for him to retreat.
"Is this how determined you are to win?"
"Maybe!" Sun Wukong gave a self-mocking smile, but the resolve on his face and in his heart remained unchanged. He slowly straightened up and stared directly at Hit. Within the incomparably pure divine aura that mortals had once been unable to sense, an incomparably blazing and domineering presence began to emerge.
Universe 6, in the Auditorium.
Champa's contemptuous gaze swept across Universe 7's Auditorium. As a God of Destruction accustomed to the joys and sorrows of parting, and the cycles of life and death, it was naturally not difficult for him to see just what kind of despair lay behind Sun Wukong's resolve.
"It seems the last Saiyan is nothing to worry about. As long as we defeat Sun Wukong, we win!" Champa watched Hit and Sun Wukong below, and his previous anxiety and unease vanished.
Given Sun Wukong's current condition, he refused to believe Universe 7 could still turn things around.
Vados smiled faintly and nodded in agreement.
Without Sun Wukong, Universe 7's remaining contestant was even weaker than Vegeta had been, so he naturally could not pose any threat to Hit or Universe 6.
Otherwise, why would that Saiyan, Sun Wukong, still insist on remaining in the arena to fight Hit through sheer perseverance and unyielding will?
Wasn't it because, aside from him, there was no one left in Universe 7?
On Universe 7's side.
Most eyes remained