"You did well, Dyspo!"
Toppo, clad in armor of God of Destruction energy, smiled faintly.
Perhaps in terms of strength, he surpassed Dyspo several times over—perhaps even dozens of times over.
But when it came to clearing out fodder, Dyspo, whose speed exceeded the speed of light, was far more effective.
"Next up is Universe 4!"
"Understood!"
Toppo had not set his sights on Universe 7, because there was a man there named Sun Wukong. Even if Toppo rose to the ranks of a God of Destruction, he was not certain he could defeat him.
But he had no such concerns about Universe 4.
Among the warriors of all Universes, aside from the ones from Universe 7 who were merely there to make up the numbers, the warriors of Universe 4 and Universe 9 were the weakest in this Tournament of Power.
First, eliminate these weak warriors. Then gather all their strength and face the strongest opponents.
That was the strategy of Universe 11, as well as every other Universe.
"Jiren, I'll leave Sun Wukong to you!" Toppo looked at Jiren, who was slowly walking toward Universe 7, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Toppo knew he was no match for Sun Wukong.
But he had a level of trust in Jiren that others could hardly imagine.
Powerful. Invincible.
Those were the labels Jiren bore in Toppo's heart!
"The great battle has begun!"
"Universes without God of Destruction Level warriors will be eliminated first."
"Universe 9 is the best example!"
"Next will be Universe 4, Universe 10, Universe 2, and Universe 6!"
All the Angels and Gods of destruction understood this perfectly well.
This Tournament of Power, which had gathered all the strongest fighters from the Twelve Universes, would not leave any room for the weak to survive.
Fight, win,