With his firepower fully unleashed, every strike from Jiren carried vast divine might comparable to a God of Destruction Level. Even a top Divine Level fighter like Hit would probably be knocked to his knees by a single punch.
But before Sun Wukong, all of his attacks vanished like mud cows sinking into the sea, without even raising a ripple.
Rumble!!!
Jiren, fighting at full power, barely held on for less than ten seconds before Sun Wukong seized an opening and hurled him away, smashing him together with Ziyouyan, who charged forward again covered in blood, into a corner of the arena.
Sun Wukong's orange martial arts uniform was already gone, but his proud bearing and invincible presence had been deeply etched into the hearts of every God of Destruction, Supreme Kai, and participating warrior across the Twelve Universes in this Tournament of Power.
Especially when he casually gravely wounded Ziyouyan, raised a hand to pierce through a curtain-like barrage of explosive rays and blast Kefla away, then suppressed Jiren and the blood-soaked Ziyouyan in the blink of an eye—it left everyone utterly stunned.
"He's terrifyingly strong!"
"Jiren, Kefla, Ziyouyan, and the many God of Destruction Level powerhouses eliminated earlier... could none of them make Sun Wukong even a little serious?"
"Jiren, Kefla, and the others lost again!"
"Even the mighty Gods of destruction of our respective Universes probably couldn't defeat the combined forces of these strongest fighters so effortlessly, could they?"
"No. Not probably—definitely."
"Gods of destruction are not invincible either. Jiren and the others have already surpassed most Gods of destruction. Even within their own Universes, with the God of Destruction Authority and the Universe's Energy Law empowering them, many Gods of destruction probably couldn't suppress even one of them."
"Then..."
In the Auditorium, all the warriors, Supreme