Toppo mustered his strength, his voice faint.
"Cough, cough... Jiren, that's just like you. You're as strong as ever. You won this match."
He shakily reached out and grasped Jiren's offered hand.
Jiren pulled him to his feet in one motion.
Even Toppo hadn't noticed the subtle changes the Tournament of Power had brought to Jiren, the once-lonely comrade who trusted no one.
Toppo barely steadied himself, then raised his head and said, "I concede!"
Hearing Toppo's declaration, the Supercomputer serving as the host immediately announced Jiren's victory and advancement to the Top Six.
The entire crowd cheered loudly in appreciation of the spectacular fight.
Before the cheers could die down, an impassioned announcement rang out across the World Martial Arts Tournament venue again.
"The first match has concluded! Congratulations to Jiren on advancing! Now, please welcome the contestants for our second match-Trunks and Milag!"
Hearing his name, Trunks sprang to his feet in the Waiting Zone.
"Heh, finally my turn!"
His Ki was already stirring, the power of Super Saiyan 4 Limit Breakthrough poised to erupt within him.
He looked toward Milag, who was slowly approaching from the other side.
Milag stood tall and straight, his face exceptionally handsome. His neatly trimmed white hair gave him a sharp, spirited look.
A faint magical glow surrounded him, his cool demeanor exuding a subtle pressure.
Sensing Trunks's gaze, Milag looked up at him with the same professional smile the Angels wore.
This match would pit two exceptionally handsome men against each other.
It was bound to send their fangirls in the stands into another frenzy of screams.
Milag withdrew his gaze with a smile and left the Waiting Zone first.
Goku said to Trunks, "Go get him, Trunks! Beat that white-haired guy!"
The others offered Trunks encouragement as well.
Even Vegeta,