Dragon Ball: At the beginning, Vegeta overheard Da Te's thoughts

Chapter 387

On the ring suspended between heaven and earth, the plateau module exudes a cold and majestic atmosphere.

At this moment, Jiren's once invincible body has been lying on the ground. His former glory is gone, and his breath of life has become weak. It is obvious that he has lost the strength to fight again.

His body like an iron tower now looks a little embarrassed, and his face, which was originally as hard as a rock, is also full of fatigue and unwillingness.

His eyes are closed, as if he has fallen into a deep coma, and he seems to be recalling the details of the thrilling battle just now.

However, Son Gohan, who won this seemingly difficult victory, did not show any excitement.

His heart is all on his uncle Piccolo.

Although the game ended with his victory, in his eyes, the glory and halo of this victory seemed so dim.

He had no time to care about Jiren's condition, even if it was just a quick glance.

Son Gohan lowered his head, standing still like a frozen sculpture, as if time had stopped for him.

His eyes were fixed on the ground, his eyes were hollow and deep, and the heart-wrenching and heroic sacrifice of Piccolo just now kept flashing in his mind.

Piccolo sacrificed himself for this battle that concerned the fate of the universe. His resolute figure repeatedly appeared in Son Gohan's mind, like a sharp blade, stabbing his heart.

"Uncle Piccolo..."

Son Gohan muttered to himself, his voice was low and hoarse, full of endless grief and sorrow, as if it was a call from the depths of his soul.

Tears burst out of his eyes uncontrollably like a flood, and slid down his cheeks wantonly.

At this moment, a warm and generous hand suddenly gently rested on Son Gohan's shoulder.

Sun Wuhan, who was immersed in sorrow, seemed to be struck by a strong electric current, and his grief-stricken crying stopped abruptly.

He turned his head suddenly, his eyes full of astonishment and expectation.

When his blurred vision gradually became clear and he saw the person in front of him, an incredible expression instantly appeared on his face, which was intertwined with surprise, confusion and emotion.

"Uncle Piccolo!"

Sun Wuhan shouted excitedly, and the voice resounded throughout the arena, like a child who had suffered all kinds of grievances and finally saw his closest person after going through hardships.

There were tears in his eyes, but at this moment, the tears were full of joy and relief.

Piccolo had a kind smile on his face, and that smile was like the warm spring sun. He gently patted Sun Wuhan's shoulder and said softly:

"Gohan, you did it."

Hearing this, Sun Wuhan nodded vigorously. For him, the victory or defeat of this game was no longer important at this moment.

As long as his Uncle Piccolo can stand in front of him safely, everything in this world becomes insignificant in his eyes.

"Uncle Piccolo, you are not dead! That's great! It's really great!"

Son Gohan spoke incoherently, wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves.

Piccolo smiled and nodded slightly, then raised his finger and pointed to his heart, with a hint of relief and emotion in his expression.

"Yes, I was also surprised. If it was me before, there would be no way to recover from such a degree of self-explosion."

Picco's eyes revealed a trace of thought and memory, "After the development of Shenlong and the assimilation with the gods, Dendi, and Kiru, I didn't expect that my recovery ability would become stronger."

This scene on the ring was transmitted to the 11th universe viewing room.

At this time, both the members of the Pride Team and the angel Makarita fell into silence.

In the eyes of the members of the Pride Team, the most powerful human in the 11th Universe, the one who is regarded as the ceiling of combat power - Jiren.

His strength is like a towering mountain, which makes everyone look up.

Every battle of his is like a gorgeous feast, crushing the opponent with absolute strength, and is the spiritual pillar and firm belief in everyone's mind.

In the entire 11th Universe, apart from the God of Destruction, Jiren is an irreplaceable existence in everyone's heart.

However, what makes everyone dumbfounded is that such an invincible Jiren would be defeated by the two guys from the 7th Universe in concert!

This result is like a bolt from the blue, which severely breaks the indestructible belief in their hearts.

What is even more unbelievable is that this tragic defeat actually happened in the first round of the game, and Jiren was eliminated like this.

You know, who is Jiren? He is the 11th UniverseZhou is the undisputed ceiling of combat power!

At this moment, the members of the Pride Team seemed to have suffered an extremely heavy blow.

Each of them was like an eggplant hit by frost, and their morale instantly became sluggish and extremely low.

Tispo, at this moment, was like an eggplant hit by frost, with his head drooping listlessly.

His two ears, which had been erected straight, now seemed to have lost their vitality and drooped weakly on both sides of his head.

His eyes, which were originally lively and full of spirit, were trembling slightly at this moment, revealing deep fear and disbelief.

Then, as if he wanted to escape from some terrible fact, he quickly raised his hands and covered his ears tightly, and his body trembled slightly.

"This is not true... This is absolutely not true!"

Tispo muttered to himself, with a hint of despair and hysteria in his voice.

"How could Jiren lose? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Tispo suddenly widened his eyes, and his emotions were almost crazy.

He turned his head suddenly, staring at General Kaselal behind him with a sharp gaze, and at the same time stretched out his right hand to press the other's shoulder hard, his fingers slightly white because of the force.

I saw that Tispo's face was full of panic, his eyes stared at Kaselal, and he shouted loudly:

"Kaselal, hurry up! Hit me! Hit me hard! I must be dreaming, all this is not real!"

His voice was full of eagerness and desire, as if only in this way could he confirm whether the cruel reality in front of him was just an illusory dream.

However, facing Tispo's out-of-control behavior, Kaselal's face was always gloomy and his expression was extremely serious.

He stood there quietly, without saying a word, but just sighed softly.

The sigh was full of regret for Jiren's failure and helplessness for Tispo's loss of control. Kaselal was also greatly shocked by Jiren's failure.

But as a veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles, his calm character, which he had cultivated in the flames of war for many years, enabled him to control his emotions better.

When his eyes touched the distraught look of Tispo, he could not help but feel a trace of pity in his heart.

After a brief thought, he finally made up his mind to satisfy Tispo's deep desire.

He took a deep breath, stretched his right arm back suddenly, and tightened his muscles.

Then, he swung his fist as fast as lightning, and the fist, with a whistling sound, hit Tispo's nose hard.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a dull and loud collision, Kaselal's fist hit Tispo's nose hard.

In an instant, Tispo felt a flash of golden stars in front of his eyes, and a burning pain came from his nasal cavity.

This solid punch made Tispo feel the piercing pain.

He stared at everything in front of him with his eyes wide open, looking at it in disbelief, muttering to himself: "It hurts... It hurts so much, this is actually true... Jiren lost?"

"Enough! Tispo!"

A domineering voice sounded like a bell, interrupting Tispo's madness.

The person who spoke was Toppo.

Toppo shouted sharply: "Tispo, you are not mistaken, Jiren is defeated."

Toppo's eyes revealed a kind of calmness and rationality,

"What does this show? This shows that the strength of the seventh universe is beyond reproach."

He frowned slightly and continued, "In addition, Jiren has changed a lot for this competition. He has tried his best."

At this time, Makarita, who had been silent, spoke.

"Toppo is right."

Her voice was crisp and pleasant, but with an unquestionable majesty.

"Yes, Jiren was defeated, but."

Her tone became high at this moment, and there was a glimmer of determination in her eyes.

Then she continued to read: "This does not mean that our universe will lose!" After that, her deep eyes looked at the screen.

On the screen, Piccolo and Son Gohan slowly walked to Jiren's side.

The two of them quietly looked down at Jiren who was seriously injured. Jiren still had no expression on his face. Although he was seriously injured and his life was weak, his fists were still clenched tightly, as if his indomitable fighting spirit had never been extinguished even in such a disadvantage.

You can even see a faint energy fluctuation emanating from his fists, which was his last stubbornness as a strong man.

Son Gohan was about to speak, but was gently stopped by Piccolo.

Piccolo looked at Jiren with a hint of respect in his eyes and read: "You are very strong, but forTo win this game, we have to eliminate you. "

His voice was calm but firm, "Don't worry, your universe will not be eliminated."

After that, Piccolo planned to eliminate Jiren. He raised his hand slightly, and a gentle energy gathered in his palm.

Swish, swish, swish——! At this moment, the sky suddenly changed drastically, and the originally clear sky suddenly became stormy.

The dark clouds rolled and gathered like black waves, and a mysterious and dazzling purple light was looming in the clouds, and then it was infinitely magnified, as if it was going to swallow the entire sky.

Two purple rays fell from the sky like two angry dragons, and their targets were Son Gohan and Piccolo.

The speed of these two rays was beyond imagination, as fast as lightning, and the air was torn wherever they passed, making a harsh whistling sound.

Son Gohan suddenly felt something was wrong, his eyes instantly became sharp and alert, and he shouted loudly: "Uncle Piccolo! Get out of the way! "

His voice was full of anxiety and concern. Son Gohan pushed Piccolo away without hesitation and instantly activated his beast form.

There was a wild light in his eyes, but at this time, he had consumed a lot of energy in the previous battle and his body seemed a little weak.

There was only a crisp sound, whoosh!

The purple ray shot towards Son Gohan like a sharp blade.

At the same time, another purple ray also followed Piccolo, and the speed was so fast that they were caught off guard.

The purpose of these two rays was not to pierce the chests of the two men, Instead, it contained an extremely overbearing force, which fiercely shot the bodies of the two people to the edge of the ring.

An accident happened.

Under the push of that powerful force, the bodies of the two people involuntarily rushed to the edge of the ring.

The next second, the bodies of the two people were completely away from the ring, and their feet stepped on the air, and their faces showed expressions of astonishment and helplessness.

The two rays finally gave up at this time, and exploded in the air at the edge of the ring. A huge mushroom cloud suddenly appeared. The mushroom cloud rose up, covering the sky and the sun, emitting billowing smoke and strong energy fluctuations.

"Ah!!!"

Two screams were heard.

The whole process took no more than five seconds, and everything happened so suddenly.

Only Jiren, who was at a loss, was left on the ring. He lay there quietly, looking at the direction where the mushroom cloud rose, with a hint of doubt and complexity in his eyes.