"Whis, we've got this in the bag, haven't we?" Beerus said, his eyes blazing.
"Ho ho ho, it certainly looks that way. Mr. Gohan hasn't even made a move yet, and the other side is already down to three fighters," Whis said with a chuckle.
"Nicely done." Beerus clenched his right fist.
Zeno also asked the Grand Minister, "Grand Minister, are Gohan and the others going to win?"
The Grand Minister smiled with his hands behind his back. "That remains to be seen. There's still plenty of time-fifty parcs, in fact."
"Wow, so there'll still be some amazing fights?" Zeno's eyes lit up.
Orange Piccolo's arms suddenly stretched out, lashing toward Dyspo.
Panting for breath, Dyspo had never expected Piccolo to have a move like that. Caught off guard, he found his right leg firmly bound by Piccolo's arm.
"W-what the hell is this?"
Having his right leg caught gave Dyspo quite a fright.
He struggled with all his might, but breaking free of Piccolo's hold was far from easy.
Meanwhile, Majin Buu had already charged over.
"Hee hee hee~"
Majin Buu pulled a silly face, then unleashed a frenzied barrage on Dyspo.
Bam, bam, bam, bam!
Thousands upon thousands of punches struck Dyspo in an instant.
Fortunately, although Majin Buu's abilities were strange, his strength was still within what Dyspo could withstand. The blows did not break through his defenses.
But wasn't this just too humiliating?
Piccolo went even further. Raising his arm, he swung Dyspo like a giant hammer, smashing him into the ground again and again until the Arena floor crumbled into pits.
Those two bastards.
Then don't blame me for pushing past my limits.
"Aaaaaah..."
Dyspo roared, unleashing a terrifying surge of energy that finally broke him free of Piccolo's deadly hold.
The instant he