To my utter surprise, the punch I threw with all my might was effortlessly parried by Mr. Qin Feng with a single hand, without his lower body or heels even moving an inch!
"His strength is indeed terrifying. With just the two of us, we can only try to delay him for a short while at most."
"To completely defeat Mr. Qin Feng... that's simply an impossible myth."
Hit's brows furrowed deeply, and he stood up, supporting himself on the ground. He sighed in a low voice to Kale beside him.
That brief, lightning-fast exchange of blows had already vividly revealed the immense, seemingly insurmountable gap between them and Mr. Qin Feng.
This kind of dimensional discontinuity cannot be bridged or filled by techniques like the Time-Skip.
"So what should we do next? Do we really have absolutely no chance of winning?!"
Kale turned to look at Hit beside him and asked urgently, pressing for an answer.
Although she is usually a gentle and timid girl who hates bloodshed and fighting.
But this isn't a friendly sparring match with a fellow warrior; it's a critical moment concerning the life and death of billions of beings in the entire Universe 6.
If we lose this Tournament of Power today, then the entire Universe 6 will be reduced to ashes in the hands of the Grand Zeno- King.
This horrific outcome is something they absolutely cannot allow to happen!
"At this point, we can only hope that our other comrades can quickly find an opening and gain a tactical advantage."
"If GT Son Goku and GT Vegeta can eliminate their opponents in their respective matches, perhaps we can still fight for that extremely slim chance of victory."
"As for what we two need to do now, the only thing we can do is to hold off Mr. Qin Feng at all costs."
Hit turned his head and spoke slowly and deliberately to Kale.
Before the words were even finished, the two displayed an astonishingly coordinated tactic. Their feet slammed into the ground, and two afterimages once again charged towards Mr. Qin Feng like a madman in a storm.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The flurry of punches and kicks instantly transformed into a suffocating storm of attacks.
The speed at which the two of them threw punches and kicked was ridiculously fast, and each strike contained an immense, violent force.
Unfortunately, this speed and power that mortals take pride in are completely posed no threat whatsoever in Mr. Qin Feng's divine eyes.
Mr. Qin Feng remained calmly clasped his arms in front of his chest, his feet moving only slightly and naturally within a small space to dodge.
He casually dodged all the punches and kicks raining down on him from the two men.
"Alright, that's enough of your performance, you two little ones. Now you can go to the audience and watch in peace."
Mr. Qin Feng glanced indifferently at the two frantic people in front of him, and announced in a clear and calm manner.
Their meager strength was utterly insignificant compared to Mr. Qin Feng's.
Therefore, Mr. Qin Feng had absolutely no interest in sparring with them.
Instead of wasting your energy on a battle with no suspense, it's better to relax and watch the other players fight fiercely on the field.
Almost simultaneously with the sound of Qin Feng's clear voice, his long right fist swung out and slammed heavily into Hit's cheek.
Faced with this seemingly casual punch from a god-like dimension, Hit's nervous system had no time to react at all.
Not to mention making any dodging movements, his body was immediately sent flying backward like a cannonball.
The speed of the attack was outrageous; Kale, who was standing to the side preparing to Kale desperately, didn't even see the movement clearly.
Snap!
Before Kale could even cry out in surprise, Mr. Qin Feng raised his leg and delivered a swift and powerful kick, landing cleanly on Kale's delicate face.
Kale's enormous green-haired body was also lifted off the ground, hurtling and twisting at an astonishing speed.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
With two sharp, piercing sounds, Hit and Kale's bodies, almost simultaneously, transformed into two parabolic arcs and crashed heavily into the audience seats of Universe 6.
"I... I'm so sorry, Lord God of God of Destruction, we have ultimately been defeated."
Hit, covered in bruises and wounds, looked at Champa in front of him with a face full of guilt and self-reproach, and spoke in a deep voice with his head down.
If he were still the cold and arrogant assassin he used to be, even if he lost this life-or-death match, he would never have willingly lowered his proud head to the God of Destruction.
However, in the past few days, the God of Destruction Champa and the Angel Vados have devoted themselves wholeheartedly and tirelessly to guiding and helping them train to improve their strength.
Anyone with eyes can see that these two gods are extremely unwilling to see the Universe 6 vanish into nothingness.
That is why, at this moment, Hit felt from the bottom of his heart that he had failed Champa in his upbringing.
"Alright, alright, both of you, raise your heads! It's clear you two just went all out, risking your lives."
"Mr. Qin Feng's extraordinary combat power is simply too outrageous and terrifying; it's not something you two little guys can handle head-on."
"For the rest of the time, you should sit quietly beside me and watch the match! As long as GT Son Goku and GT Vegeta can stay in the ring, things might turn around, and they might be able to turn the tide in one fell swoop."
This time, the God of Destruction Champa, unusually, did not roar or get angry. Instead, he gently comforted Hit and Kale in an extremely calm tone.
Because Champa knew better than anyone else, let alone just Hit and Kale.
Even if you tied up all the God of Destruction from the twelve universes and piled them in front of Mr. Qin Feng, they would definitely be cannon fodder who would be instantly killed and crippled in one move.
It's perfectly normal for Hit and Kale to lose when even the mighty God of Destruction combined couldn't defeat them.
" Universe 6, Hit and Kale have been eliminated. Universe 6 now has seven players remaining."
"Now, surviving contestants from the three universes, go all out and continue the most intense battle!!"
The Grand Priest's cold, ethereal voice once again resounded high above the sky of the World of Void.
As the verdict resounded, all the remaining contestants on the ruins of the arena seemed to be injected with a berserk stimulant, frantically raising their auras.
They unleashed all their hidden power.
Everyone knew perfectly well that half of the entire Tournament of Power had already passed.
If we don't go all out and fight to the death, there will truly be no chance to turn the tide and save our home!
"You'd better admit defeat to me now! This time, there won't be any more of Void pipe dreams."
GT Son Goku sighed, looking somewhat wistfully at the Son Goku of the main timeline opposite him, and offered some words of advice.
At this very moment, Son Goku's mortal body in the main timeline is once again facing a severe crisis of physical exhaustion.
Although he had a brief respite a few minutes earlier, allowing him to regain some energy, the intense exchanges and clashes he had just endured were too much.
That meager amount of energy was once again squeezed out and evaporated completely.
If they continue to grit their teeth and fight to the death, a crushing defeat is an inevitable and irreversible outcome.
"I... I absolutely will not admit defeat to you here!!"
In the main timeline, Son Goku clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and growled. At this moment, he could no longer even maintain the most basic Super Saiyan transformation.
But he still pushed off the ground, dragging his exhausted body forward again, and threw a punch at GT Son Goku's face.
Bang!
Unfortunately, the difference in their physical reserves at this moment is simply too exaggerated.
In the main timeline, Son Goku didn't even manage to touch the hem of GT Son Goku's clothes before he took a solid, incredibly heavy kick to the stomach, sending him flying backward.
Whoosh!
Just as Son Goku's body in the main timeline was about to be kicked off the edge of the arena due to inertia, Piccolo's green figure appeared out of thin air.
He stretched out his arms and steadily caught the swaying Son Goku.
"How are you feeling, Sun? Can you still hold your ground?"
Piccolo smiled slightly, looked at the panting Son Goku in his arms, and asked.
"Thank you so much, Piccolo... I never expected you to save my life again at this critical moment."
Son Goku grinned awkwardly, pressing his burning, throbbing stomach as he answered.
He truly never expected that he would be forcibly rescued by his teammates and taken back to the rear one after another on this arena.
If Piccolo hadn't pulled him up in time, he probably would have fallen into the stands in a truly pathetic state.
"Alright, alright, you idiot, suddenly saying such mushy, polite things doesn't suit your rough-around-the-edges personality at all."
"I'll hold off this troublesome guy for now. You stay put in the back and use every second to recharge your energy reserves!"