"Oh? You were rescued by your comrades at the last minute?"
"Fine, fine. Since that's how it is, I never really wanted to eliminate him myself anyway."
GT Son Goku withdrew his glowing palm, glanced at Uub and Son Goku who had retreated to their camp from a distance, and then spoke in a relaxed tone.
To be honest, if Son Goku from the main timeline were to be defeated and eliminated by him, and if Universe 7 were to suffer a crushing defeat and perish as a result, he would definitely feel a huge burden of guilt.
But now that Uub had safely rescued him, he felt a deep sense of relief.
"Damn it... We were so close! We were just a hair's breadth away from completely eliminating that Son Goku from Universe 7!"
"I never expected these guys from Universe 7 to intervene and save people at this crucial moment. They really have no sportsmanship!"
Watching helplessly as Son Goku from Universe 7 was forcibly rescued from a deadly predicament, Champa, the God of Destruction in the audience, instantly turned purple with his chubby face turning as ugly as could be.
It's important to know that Son Goku is one of the absolute core generals of Universe 7, although in terms of sheer strength he may not be as terrifying as the high and mighty Mr. Qin Feng.
But on stage, they are definitely top-tier fighters capable of standing on their own.
If they could have eliminated him on the spot during that opportunity, then in the upcoming decisive battle, Universe 6 would have been rid of a huge threat and formidable enemy!
A golden opportunity was presented to them, but it was ultimately ruined and saved by an unknown young man.
"How about it, you fatso? Aren't you furious and annoyed by the results?"
Seeing Champa's face full of resentment and furious rage, Beerus, sitting on the high chair next to him, immediately regained his composure, crossed his arms, and began to mock and ridicule in a nonchalant manner.
To be honest, in that critical moment just now, even he himself almost thought that Son Goku was really going to die on the stage today.
Fortunately, Uub was quick-witted and had excellent tactical awareness, managing to safely bring the person back to the rear just before the explosion.
"Stop getting too cocky, Beerus!"
"Up until now, not a single contestant from Universe 6 has been eliminated, so it's really hard to say who will ultimately lift the trophy until the very last second!"
Champa glared at Beerus with annoyance, then retorted coldly and stubbornly.
Now, nearly twenty minutes have coldly passed in this brutal Tournament of Power.
In these twenty minutes filled with bloodshed and elimination, Universe 7 and Universe 6, relying on their formidable strength, have indeed managed to keep a single contestant from being knocked off the stage and eliminated.
These two universes are currently the only two factions in the entire World of Void Arena that maintain a full complement of combat power.
"Really? Well then, let's all wait and see, you fatso!"
"I can tell you this to your face today with absolute certainty: as long as Mr. Qin Feng remains firmly standing on the stage, your Universe 6 has absolutely no chance of winning or any hope of victory!"
Beerus raised his chin, his face filled with arrogance, and spoke with extreme confidence.
To be honest, even if all the other fighters in their Universe 7 were unfortunately defeated and eliminated, as long as nothing unexpected happens in their rear!
With Mr. Qin Feng's unparalleled combat power alone, he could easily wipe out all the contestants from other universes on the field.
"Cut..."
Upon hearing the four words "Mr. Qin Feng," which carried immense pressure, Champa had been cursing, changed his expression drastically and even shut his mouth, a rare occurrence for him, refusing to offer any further verbal rebuttal.
Indeed, Mr. Qin Feng's absolute strength, which is as deep as an abyss, is simply incomparable to the ordinary contestants on the stage.
That person's methods are far more powerful and terrifying than anyone else's in this arena.
"Are you alright, Mr. Goku?"
After successfully rescuing Son Goku with his agility, Uub gently placed him in a corner of the wreckage and looked at the pale-faced Son Goku with concern, asking him questions.
"I'm fine, Uub. I really have to thank you for that!"
"If you hadn't come to my rescue at the last minute, I'd probably be sitting here in the stands right now, staring at Lord Beerus in utter disarray."
Son Goku grinned weakly, revealing his signature hearty smile, and thanked Uub in front of him.
In that tiny second when his physical strength completely evaporated and dried up, he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.
Deep down, he had even prepared himself for the worst—being eliminated on the spot.
"Hey-hey!"
Uub touched his forehead and simply gave a simple, honest smile.
" Goku, when you were fighting head-on just now, did you really touch the Ultra Instinct on the spot?"
"How did you manage to do that in such a short time?"
Piccolo, who was standing nearby, rushed over, crossed his arms, and asked in a deep voice with a curious expression.
Everyone knows perfectly well that Piccolo himself did his best to try and unravel the mysteries of Ultra Instinct during his special training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
But no matter how hard he tried to clear his mind, he couldn't even touch the edge of that threshold to godhood.
He truly hadn't expected that Son Goku would be able to grasp the basics of Ultra Instinct in such a crucial battle today.
"To be honest, Piccolo, I'm actually only half-baked myself and don't really understand anything!"
"Just now Whis, when that energy ball was right in front of my face and about to knock me off the stage and eliminate me, I suddenly remembered the philosophical principles that Master Roshi, Old Kami, and Angel had patiently taught me."
"In addition, the three years of arduous cultivation in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber caused my physical body to suddenly experience an indescribable sense of clarity and transparency in that microsecond."
"And so, naturally, I followed my instincts and entered that wondrous state."
Son Goku first shook his head helplessly, then scratched the back of his head and explained to everyone truthfully.
If you asked him to summarize a tactical formula for perfectly mastering that level of skill, he really couldn't give a coherent answer.
In that life-or-death moment, he simply chose to cast aside all the distracting thoughts of gain and loss in his mind and completely let his physical instincts take over.
"Tch, you muscle-bound bastard, you're as outrageous and unbelievable as ever!"
"Judging from the current situation, it seems that for a mortal like me, there's little hope of ever comprehending the so-called Ultra Instinct in this lifetime."
"Forget it, I've been left behind by you monster Saiyan since the very beginning, I'm totally used to it by now."
Piccolo, on the other hand, seemed extremely nonchalant, shrugging his shoulders indifferently and chuckling lightly, half-jokingly and half-seriously.
Going back to the time when they were conquering the world, Piccolo's fighting power was comparable to that of Son Goku, they were on equal footing.
However, as time went on, the journey they had taken took them further and further, and they encountered one powerful enemy after another. As a result, the strength of Son Goku, and their Vegeta Saiyan began to increase at an unreasonable and rapid pace.
Although Piccolo's strength is steadily improving, the gap between him and these overpowered guys is widening.
If it weren't for the personal guidance and training he received from Mr. Qin Feng in the Time Chamber some time ago, his current strength would probably have been left far behind by Son Goku Wukong and the others.
So now Piccolo has completely figured things out. Since he can't surpass these freaks in terms of talent and bloodline, he might as well stop adding so many meaningless psychological burdens to himself.
"Don't be so discouraged, Piccolo. Your current fighting strength is definitely top-tier on the stage!"
"As long as you continue to cultivate diligently under Mr. Qin Feng's guidance, one day you will definitely be able to personally comprehend the Ultra Instinct."
Son Goku grinned at Piccolo and offered words of comfort.
However, the smile on his face looked noticeably forced and strained.
It's important to understand that in the battle with the Full-Power Super Saiyan 4 just now, all the energy in his body had been drained and evaporated, and his mortal body had also suffered extremely severe injuries due to the backlash from the secret technique.
Just now, in the heat of the battle, my brain was so excited that I couldn't feel the inhuman pain in my body at all.
But now that his fighting spirit had subsided, the excruciating, piercing pain suddenly surged through his brain like a tidal wave.
"Hmph! You stubborn fool, stop standing here pretending to comfort me."
"I know better than anyone how big the gap between us is in our social standing. Alright, alright, you should just lie down in this corner and rest peacefully."
"Take this opportunity to recover your physical reserves. From now on, Uub and I will stand guard over you and protect you to the death!"
Piccolo gave the exhausted Son Goku a joking smile, then made a serious promise.
Trying to forcefully surpass these overpowered Saiyan is definitely no easy task!
In this cruel world of martial arts, the upper limit of genetic bloodline is an insurmountable barrier that stands between all ordinary races.
If the potential limit of your bloodline is not high enough, no matter how hard you work and train, you will eventually only be able to stop below that ceiling.