blogombal Chapter 281
Chapter 281
As soon as these words came out.
The whole room was silent.
After a short silence, the contestants and the God of Destruction were in uproar.
"What... what?! Let the universes that arrived earlier enter the ring first?!" Piccolo didn't know what to say. He didn't expect that the King of All would kill everyone by surprise as soon as he opened his mouth.
Trunks frowned and glanced at the scene.
At this time, the three universes that arrived earlier were all in an uproar.
Only the tenth universe over there was unusually quiet.
Son Gohan patted Trunks on the shoulder, and the two brothers looked at each other.
Son Gohan worriedly said: "The situation seems to have become more complicated... Trunks."
"I didn't expect that the King of All would let us enter the ring in advance, which means..."
"For the remaining four universes, we can only understand their contestants on the scene."
Son Gohan's analysis was very logical, and Trunks also understood that the current situation was developing in an uncontrollable direction.
As for the remaining four universes, Trunks had some understanding based on his memories of his previous life, but he didn't know what unexpected changes might happen.
"Well, Gohan brother, things have come to this point, and we have no choice but to bite the bullet and do our own thing."
The conversation between the two brothers was heard by Frieza on the side. Frieza just smiled indifferently, "Ho ho ho, it doesn't matter, I already want to see what level those guys are at."
Just then, the high priest began to urge.
"Then everyone, the heads of the major universes began to gather the contestants in the rest room and wait for them to be transferred to the various modules of the arena."
As soon as these words came out, the gods of destruction of each universe began to command.
Beerus said to everyone: "Everyone, the situation has changed, you have heard it, so we must protect our trump cards as Trunks said."
After that, Beerus looked at Piccolo behind him, and Piccolo nodded suddenly, and the pressure doubled.
"Great! It's finally starting! It's time to test the results of my training!" Super Little Cell couldn't suppress his inner joy and excitement, and shouted loudly.
At the same time, Sun Wukong was as excited as him.
His eyes were like two lightning bolts, staring closely at the eleventh universe.
His eyes clearly reflected Jiren's oppressive figure.
Jiren stood there quietly, exuding a transcendent aura.
Almost at the same moment, Jiren also cast his sharp eyes towards Sun Wukong.
The two people's sights met and collided in the air, like the violent friction between two meteors passing through the sky, bursting out dazzling sparks.
In an instant, a strong and suffocating aura was invisibly generated between them.
Sun Wukong stared at each other with a torch, trying to feel the unfathomable terrifying power in Jiren's body through his calm appearance.
However, just when Sun Wukong was concentrating on the confrontation with Jiren, a figure suddenly broke into his field of vision.
Sun Wukong's heart suddenly twitched, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible hand.
At this moment, something unexpected happened.
The clown God of Destruction, Vemed, actually made a face at Sun Wukong with a playful smile!
This sudden action made Sun Wukong instantly recover from his meditation.
However, when Sun Wukong looked closely, he was surprised to find that Vemed was not making a face at him, but was targeting Beerus not far behind him!
Vemed was squinting, crooked mouth and slanted nose, and his expression was as funny as it could be.
"Tsk, what a childish guy." Beerus put his hands behind his back with disdain, and he didn't even bother to look at Vemed.
He obviously didn't care about this boring provocation.
However, Vermed didn't seem to be ready to give up.
Faced with Beerus's disregard, he raised his mouth slightly, revealing an extremely sinister smile, and said coldly: "Hey, Beerus, let's wait and see!"
After that, he did not forget to raise his chin towards Beerus, full of provocation.
But Beerus remained unmoved, and strode into the house without looking back, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.
Vermed stood there alone, raised his head slightly, and sighed: "Huh! You continue to be so arrogant, Beerus, I want to see how long you can be so arrogant!"
After saying this, his deep and sharp eyes slowly turned to Toppo and Jiren beside him, and his eyes seemed to contain endless deep meaning.After a short pause, Weimed said, "Okay, don't waste any more time, we should get ready."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the house without hesitation.
At the same time, the group of members of the Pride Team behind him followed closely.
However, at this moment, there was a figure in the crowd that seemed a little out of place - Toppo stood alone, motionless, as if he was in deep thought.
His eyes were staring straight at the ground, and his face showed a thoughtful expression.
Seeing this, Weimed, who had walked a few steps away, stopped, turned around, frowned, and asked with a slightly dissatisfied tone: "Hey, Toppo, what's the matter? What are you still doing here? Go!"
Hearing Weimed's call, Toppo came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream.
He hesitated for a moment, then slowly moved his feet forward and walked two steps to Weimed.
He looked up at the other party and asked softly with a worried face: "Lord Wemed, do you think...is our plan really foolproof this time? Will there be any omissions?"
Wemed's face became serious in an instant, and then he winked at the angel Makarita.
Makarita gave him a satisfactory answer, and her beautiful lips moved slightly, as if to say that everything was ready.
But this scene made Trunks, who had not left yet, notice that he smelled a strong conspiracy.
At the same time, there were two pairs of eyes staring at Wemed.
Zamasu from the Tenth Universe, and Quitara from the Fourth Universe.
This Quitara closely followed Wemed's every move.
On the other side, Zamasu exuded confidence in his deep eyes, and then looked at his own group of ten black robes.
Then he murmured: "Hmph, I must win this Tournament of Power."
At this moment, this Tournament of Power has become a mixed bag, and each universe seems to have its own trump card.
Each leader seems to be very confident in his own universe.
"Hey, Trunks, gather!" Beerus called Trunks' name.
"Here we come." Trunks walked into the crowd.