"Huh?"
Dyspo's eyes widened when he heard Kahseral's instructions.
He glanced around nervously. Seeing that everyone's attention was on the battle already underway, he lowered his voice. "Kahseral, what's going on?"
"Weren't you the one who said we should work together?"
"Yes, but don't forget! In the Tournament of Power, only one universe can win! And that universe has to be our Universe 11!"
Kahseral spoke in a low voice. "Dyspo, I just asked Lady Marcarita. Lin Chen has already used up more than half his divine power. The most critical moment is coming! However strong Lin Chen is, he's still mortal. Recovery items are forbidden in this Tournament of Power, so his strength will soon reach its limit!"
"And that's when you strike. The others are bound to exhaust themselves fighting Lin Chen, too. If you ambush them when their stamina is drained, knocking them out of the ring will be easy..."
"B-but what about Lin Chen?" Dyspo asked.
"Leave the final blow to Jiren."
Kahseral's gaze settled on Jiren in the distance.
Jiren had already joined the battle against Lin Chen, his furious fists hammering at him like a machine gun.
"What you don't know is that Jiren has been undergoing secret training with Lady Marcarita over the past two weeks. Apparently, he's twice as strong as he was before!"
"Twice?!"
"That's right, so go ahead without worrying! In the end, Jiren will win this tournament for us!"
Meanwhile, elsewhere on the ring, the fierce battle was in full swing.
"Uncle Lin Chen, is that all you've got? Use your power of rules, too!"
Kefla shouted as she launched a furious assault on Lin Chen.
With her coordinating their efforts, the warriors from the other universes also joined forces to attack.
Facing several opponents working together, Lin Chen