The Arena shattered completely.
A blinding light erupted, and every spectator felt an unbearable sting in their eyes.
It was a terrifying explosion powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth.
If the barrier outside the Arena had not held firm, the consequences of that power spreading would have been unimaginable.
Energy of unimaginable ferocity raged across the shattered Arena.
Cooler and Broly, standing at the center of the explosion, naturally bore the brunt of its full force.
They had no choice but to rely on their incredibly powerful bodies to endure the lethal damage head-on.
In the spectator stands, the Gods of Destruction paled.
Their faces were filled with horror, their eyes with disbelief.
The two powers in the Arena were so terrifying that they had actually surpassed them.
No one could have imagined that such outrageous strength belonged to two mortals without divine positions.
Even the Grand Minister, who had remained composed throughout, was impressed by the battle.
He watched the battlefield intently, his eyes gleaming, making no attempt to hide his admiration for Broly and Cooler.
One God of Destruction could not contain himself and murmured, "After a fight like this, we should have a winner soon, right?"
The Angels beside them merely smiled. None of them spoke.
Before long, the blinding light faded, and the clouds of dust gradually settled.
Two wounded figures stood alone on the ruined Arena.
Their power was so immense that the damage they inflicted on each other far exceeded that of an ordinary battle.
Broly was in terrible shape.
His skin was covered in bruises and wounds of varying depths, and blood kept trickling from the corner of his mouth.
His chest heaved as he gasped for breath, and the energy rippling around him had weakened by more than half.
But Cooler