Goku's Super Saiyan Blue Kaioken erupted with full manifestation—endless energy surging from his body. Simultaneously, like mountains pressing down from above, the burden increased exponentially. Physical stamina consumption doubled, then tripled with sharp intensity.
He had no choice but deploying this technique. Cracking Hit's Time-Skip pocket dimension required overwhelming power!
It begins!
Not wasting a single microsecond, Goku shot forward immediately. The airwave proved so powerful it pierced the void's atmospheric ceiling like a sharpened blade—aftermath tremors reducing the arena to absolute ruins.
Within his temporal dimension, Hit felt inexplicable pressure rushing toward him. He existed in theoretically absolute safety—yet his heart beat abnormally fast with instinctive alarm.
The phantom absorbed Goku's strike without response—but Goku utilized that connection to explode with fierce aura. Fiery, terrifying energy suddenly expanded under his oppressive force. A colorful, dimensional space became visible—Hit's hidden sanctuary exposed.
In a flash, the pocket dimension began shattering like fractured mirror glass. The void itself was breaking!
"What kind of energy is this?!" Hit panicked genuinely for the first time. Nobody had ever forcibly broken through his Time-Skip dimension—nobody!
Just how powerful is this insane young warrior?
The beautiful world surrounding Hit shattered like fragile glass, crystalline destruction symbolizing his impenetrable defense's collapse.
Losing temporal-spatial support, Hit crashed onto the physical arena floor. He witnessed Goku's fist attacking head-on—so impossibly fast even he could only perceive blurred shadow.
Time-Skip!
Hit desperately deployed his technique—but... not fast enough!
BANG BANG BANG!
Goku broke through the 0.1-second barrier entirely. His velocity had surpassed temporal jumping—hammering Hit with most direct violence, sending him rocketing backward through space.
"Nngh..." Hit crashed to the ground, body suffering serious injuries. Several areas bore sunken impact marks, scorched smoke billowing from damaged tissue.
Yet Hit rapidly stood once more, excitement and unwillingness warring across his features. He rushed toward Goku with renewed determination!
"AAAAAHHHHH!"
Even cold masters display passionate sides when meeting evenly matched opponents. Hit—silent for so long—now burned with competitive fire. He collided with Goku in pure physical confrontation, simplest clash of fists and feet. Each exchange resembled planetary collision, power shaking entire dimensional space, even smashing through the void itself.
Illusory light and shadow interlaced continuously. Within instants, both scattered countless energy spheres. Collision aftermaths carved deep trenches and massive craters—shattered stone pulverized to powder, lightning flashing into dust and smoke.
Goku's overwhelming power suppressed Hit. The assassin's accumulated injuries multiplied rapidly during fierce exchanges. Time-Skip couldn't match Goku's velocity, strength couldn't overcome Super Saiyan Blue's divine power. Through several brutal confrontations, Hit spun and flew outward again—violent airwaves from his ground impact sweeping across spectators.
Everyone trembled sympathetically, gasping collectively.
Yet Hit stood once more. His tenacity and resilience matched anyone's determination.
"Son Goku... I'll remember your name. Thank you for allowing me to fight wholeheartedly once more. You're incredibly strong—but I still intend to win!"
Hit had never spoken so many words consecutively. Usually silent and collected, cold as deep-sea ice—today he'd ignited flames within his heart like underwater volcanic eruption.
Hit dragged his injured body forward regardless. Turbulent energy rioted like solar flares erupting—shining with extreme brilliance, violently transpiring. He advanced at maximum velocity, majestic power spreading outward, causing the protective barrier itself to shake violently!
Goku didn't dare show carelessness. His hands and feet had grown numb—Super Saiyan Blue Kaioken approaching its absolute limit. But the incoming assault demanded response. Lava-like heat erupted in his eyes with competitive determination.
Instantly, both warriors vanished from visible perception!
"They're—!" Someone screamed. Others shouted soundlessly.
BOOM!
Following tremendous detonation, both reappeared simultaneously.
Hit's fist slammed into Goku's abdomen—circular spatial cracks forming behind his back as light from alternate dimensions bled through. Goku's gi exploded from impact force, blood dripping from his mouth corner. His cheeks twitched involuntarily, body temporarily losing mobility capacity.
Goku's pupils trembled, staring at Hit with genuine disbelief—as though witnessing something monstrous.
How was I hit when my speed surpassed Time-Skip moments ago?!
"My Time-Skip has evolved!" Hit declared with dominating authority. Everyone trembled hearing those words.
Time-Skip can EVOLVE?! What kind of monster is this?!
Goku startled with shock before regaining composure. His Kaioken had been overwhelmed—Hit's strike landed squarely. Maintaining his body proved increasingly difficult. Yet Goku refused accepting defeat. The corner of his mouth curved upward—smiling at this critical juncture.
"Then I'll break through my limits too! AAAAHHHHH!"
Goku roared with primal intensity. He forcibly controlled his failing body, strength exploding violently—the aura surrounding him jumping even more frantically. He immediately clenched his fist, striking Hit with devastating counter-blow!
Beerus in the stands screamed with joyful excitement, attracting everyone's attention.
Through blade-like wind currents, Goku's hardened fist smashed into Hit's abdomen. Powerful impact generated trailing light—penetrating space behind Hit's form. Impact force spread continuously toward the protective barrier's edge—dim luminescence fluctuating as cracks spread across its surface.
"Agh..." Hit expelled air with undignified sound, body arching involuntarily from comprehensive pain.
Immediately afterward, Goku continued attacking relentlessly. One assault after another—knee strikes, side swings, ki waves. Violent energy vented outward, granting Hit zero counterattack opportunities.
BANG BANG BANG...
Goku struck Hit countless times—stormy assault defeating the steel-hard assassin comprehensively. Space surrounding the arena punctured in multiple directions, several void cracks extending dangerously, threatening complete dimensional fracture.
They roared, howled, collided with apocalyptic force! The battle exceeded spatial capacity, causing protective barriers to crack and twist continuously.
Whis and Vados were forced to repair venue and dimensional integrity repeatedly, simultaneously protecting spectator safety. Even angelic duties proved exhausting.
"Can't they show some consideration for us?" Whis couldn't suppress mild complaint.
As his words concluded, Hit's body hammered into ground again—cracks spreading in circular patterns before finally sinking into a deep crater.
At this moment, Hit bore comprehensive injuries—bloodstains marking his face and mouth corners. His entire frame trembled violently, lacking strength to rise once more.
"This is bad, this is terrible! Hit can't defeat that man!" Champa covered his cheeks with both hands, yelling frantically.
"Not necessarily. Son Goku cannot maintain this state much longer. He'll collapse soon." Vados' eyes gleamed with analytical precision, perceiving Goku's current condition instantly.
Champa turned his attention, confirming the assessment. After fierce exchanges, Goku had indeed lost Kaioken entirely—couldn't even maintain Super Saiyan Blue. He knelt on one knee, gasping desperately. Sweat dripped onto ground like rainfall, creating rippling circles layer upon layer.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
Both Hit and Goku approached their absolute limits. Hit suffered critical injuries while Goku had exhausted excessive reserves. Neither possessed capacity to deliver final finishing blow.
Surrounding them, shattered void cast ethereal light across their battered faces.
"Stand up! Son Goku!" Beerus bellowed, infected by tense atmosphere himself—standing to cheer for his warrior.
"Hit, stand up!" Champa on the opposite side refused yielding ground.
Spectators from both universes erupted with deafening shouts—sound waves drowning both combatants.
With calm analytical eyes, Raditz observed both warriors, smiling slightly. Hit wasn't this powerful initially. After meeting me, he trained intensely, clearing barriers blocking his progression—crossing the threshold he hadn't advanced beyond for centuries. But what about Kakarot? Constantly breaking through during cultivation, pursuing higher realms. This battle between them isn't merely fierce and exciting—they've treated it as most complete practice possible.
Now, they desperately attempted standing—trembling throughout, each squeezing out final strength reserves. Even single steps seemed exhausting every cellular energy.
They shuffled forward, scraping against devastated ground, creating scratching sounds—yet never stopping, staring at each other, sweating profusely while advancing incrementally.
The "huff... huff..." breathing proved frantic and arrhythmic—yet drove everyone's collective heartbeat.
The two finally approached—distance less than one meter. They raised fists toward each other, punching each other's cheeks with feeble remaining force! Crack—fist impact rubbed against faces. Both stumbled, falling to ground again with twin thuds—no particular order distinguishing them.
A draw?!
Everyone stood horrified, nearly dumbfounded.
"Universe 7's Son Goku—WINS!" The host raised his microphone, announcing results amid collective astonishment.