Unexpectedly, before the battle had even begun.
Nobita Gohan, Tien, and all the other Earth warriors had truly become nothing more than people there to make up the numbers.
It was not just Vegeta who was unwilling to fuse with Nobita Gohan; even Sun Wukong had no way to spare attention to look after them.
"How are we supposed to cheer each other on?" Krillin was utterly dejected. Before those several God of Destruction Level auras, they, whose strength was still unimaginably far from the Demigod Level, simply had no way to fight.
"Only after leaving the Universe do you realize just how insignificant we are!"
Piccolo's expression was also grim. On a battlefield like this, he had become a minor figure on the very fringes, even cannon fodder. Forget trying to eliminate others.
Surviving was already the greatest challenge for him and everyone else in Universe 7!
Android 17 swept his gaze across the many powerful fighters in the arena and said calmly, "That gentleman named Whis may be right. We're here just to make up the numbers!"
Although Android 17 and Android 18 were perpetual-energy reactor-type Androids, with limitless stamina and inexhaustible energy.
Before such a vast difference in combat power.
Limitless stamina and endless energy were simply not enough to make up for it.
Not to mention anything else—if any Demigod Level expert attacked Android 17 and the others, and Sun Wukong and Vegeta did not return to help, they would undoubtedly be wiped out in an instant.
Making up the numbers!
It was an extremely ironic phrase, yet also extremely realistic.
At the Tournament of Power, which had gathered countless experts from the Twelve Universes, even people like them and Vegeta were merely cannon fodder brought along to make up the numbers for Sun Wukong.
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