That day, two figures stood facing each other atop the combat arena in Restored Light City. One was Broly, and the other was Gray Jiren. Countless people beneath the stands watched the battle intently.
A group of experts had gathered to watch Broly and Jiren's match.
Broly shouted at Jiren, "Hey, Jiren. I heard you're the strongest warrior in Universe 11. I may not be the strongest in our Universe 7, but I'm still among the top experts. Today, I'm challenging you, the strongest person in Universe 11. You wouldn't run away without fighting, would you?"
Jiren remained as arrogant as ever. With his arms crossed, he looked at Broly before him and said, "Broly, I acknowledge that you are powerful, but you are still not capable of defeating me. Hurry and bring out your boss. He's the one I want to challenge."
Broly said, "You want to challenge our boss? Fine! If you can defeat me, then you can challenge our boss."
Jiren looked at Broly and said flatly, "You're still not enough."
The moment those words came out, the crowd beneath the arena erupted.
"This guy is way too arrogant! Who is he? He actually said Lord Broly of our Death Wasteland isn't strong!"
"Exactly! Who does he think he is? Lord Broly is one of the top warriors in our Death Wasteland. Everyone has seen his combat power with their own eyes. Where did this guy get the nerve to say Lord Broly is weaker than him?"
"Lord Broly, teach this guy a harsh lesson! He's just too arrogant!"
"Yeah! Yeah! Let him witness the power of the mighty warriors of our Death Wasteland!"
The spectators beneath the arena boiled with excitement. Yet in the face of their clamoring, Jiren remained utterly unmoved. He stood there with