Elimination, the Destruction of the Universe Continues.

Jiren calmly swept his gaze over all the fighters surrounding him. His lowered hand clenched slightly. He offered no defense, nor did he wish to argue. After all, once today was over, these people would cease to exist.

What was the point of arguing with a group of "dead men"?

Still, there was some time before the match ended, and he did not mind sending them back to the spectator stands early for a good "rest." After all, remaining active on such an intense arena was extremely taxing.

Not everyone possessed power that stood above all others.

Buzz—!

The sound of air bursting rang out as Jiren moved. He charged at the nearest Universe 3 fighter and, before the latter could react, blasted him away with a single punch.

It was simply too easy. The Universe 2 fighter Jiren had locked onto turned directly into a streak of light and flew off the arena. The entire process could not have been simpler.

Space trembled. Jiren stepped back, gathered power in his right fist, then suddenly spun around and threw a punch behind him.

With a dull thud, Universe 6's assassin, Hit, appeared out of thin air before Jiren's fist and forcibly took the attack head-on.

Jiren's assault was not over. After striking Hit, his body shuddered unnaturally and vanished from the spot in an instant. Immediately afterward, the remaining fighters from Universes 4 and 5, who had been watching hungrily from the sidelines, were sent flying into the air as though struck by a heavy blow.

They tried to struggle and use the momentum to flee, but their pupils reflected a cluster—no, a barrage—of red energy blasts glowing with flames.

Buzzz—!

Amid piercing whistling sounds, each red energy blast drove an airborne fighter higher into the sky. Then, with a