A smile spread across Sun Wukong's face. Before Jiren could say anything, he attacked without hesitation.
Jiren's face was still frozen in shock when Sun Wukong's punch blasted him tens of thousands of meters away. He hurtled back toward the edge of the arena, and in the end, faced with Sun Wukong's overwhelming power, he closed his eyes in despair and let his body fly out of the ring.
Boom!
After fighting to the very end, Jiren was still eliminated with regret and returned to Universe 11's Auditorium.
"Jiren!"
Toppo hurried forward and supported Jiren, whose body was still bleeding continuously. Those shocking wounds made it easy to imagine the price Jiren had paid in his final attempt to defeat Sun Wukong, a powerhouse who had surpassed a God of Destruction.
Jiren, Ziyouyan, Kefla, and the others had paid an enormous price.
It showed even more clearly just how desperately Jiren had fought in order to catch up to Sun Wukong and even defeat him.
What terrifyingly brutal battles had he gone through?!
Hearing this, Jiren revealed a dejected expression and said in a low voice, "I lost!"
"Jiren, thank you. You fought until the very end!"
"Victory and defeat are common in battle." Belmod came to Jiren's side and patted him on the shoulder. He said meaningfully, "Don't keep living in the past. We have all seen your growth, your battles, and your performance."
"That's right!" Toppo nodded fiercely and said loudly, "Jiren, you're strong. Stronger than everyone in Universe 11. A temporary loss means nothing. Just win it back next time!"
"Toppo..." Jiren slightly raised his eyelids, and a warm current flowed through his heart.
It was a feeling he had never experienced before—or one he had deliberately ignored.
Now that he felt it, it was wonderful.
"Sun