Hit's body crashed into the Tournament of Power arena like a cannonball, shattering thousands of meters of the platform in an instant before he finally collapsed helplessly amid ruins not far from the edge.
A peak deity, defeated in a single blow!
Sun Wukong truly would not give him a second chance to save anyone. Though the power of time was no longer unsolvable in his eyes, it was still troublesome.
Toppo's pupils shrank to pinpoints. Hit of Universe 6 might not have matched him in raw power, but his troublesome time abilities and unique assassin techniques were enough to let Hit handle this newly ascended God of Destruction with ease.
Yet before Sun Wukong, he had been so utterly vulnerable!!!
"Sun Wukong, take my strongest attack!"
A heaven-shaking roar came from behind Sun Wukong. Jiren, wreathed in blazing flames and with an aura so surging that every God of Destruction in the Auditorium was alarmed, threw a distant punch at Sun Wukong with unmatched divine might.
His justice, his strength.
Jiren would not be like Kefla, Toppo, Hit, and the others. He would never allow himself to be eliminated just like that.
"Jiren, you're strong! But..."
Sun Wukong turned around, his right hand flashing up before his chest.
Bang~!
Boom!!
Sun Wukong blocked Jiren's all-out attack head-on without even furrowing his brow.
"How could this be?" Jiren stared at Sun Wukong in disbelief. Even Belmod, the God of Destruction of their Universe 11, would not have dared take his full-force blow head-on, yet Sun Wukong had received it without changing expression—and without a scratch???
"I'll return a punch to you, ha!!"
Sun Wukong's expression shifted, and he likewise threw a distant punch at the stunned Jiren.
Crack! Crack! Crack!!
Where the unmatched force of that punch passed, the originally