"His name is Megatron; he's a powerhouse among the Transformers of Universe 12," Whis explained patiently. "He can transform into a handgun with immense power."
"Eh? He can even turn into a gun?"
Son Goten and Trunks exclaimed at the same time, their eyes instantly bursting with even more intense light, even more excited than when they had seen the cars and planes just now.
No child can refuse a toy gun!
"Goten, Megatron is mine! I don't want that yellow car anymore!" Trunks immediately changed his mind, for fear that Son Goten would get ahead of him.
"No! I saw Megatron first! You already chose Bumblebee; you can't compete with me!" Son Goten grew anxious. He hurriedly guarded the direction of Megatron and looked at Trunks with a displeased face.
"Oh my, you two are probably going to be disappointed; these robots won't be able to become your toys." Whis shook his head with a smile, a hint of helplessness in his tone.
Son Goten and Trunks were both stunned. They stopped their dispute and looked up at Whis in confusion. "Why is that? Mr. Whis, what do you mean by that?"
"Because the rule of the Tournament of Power is that only one universe can remain in the end," Whis explained slowly. "If Universe 12 loses, the entire universe will be personally erased by Lord Zeno. At that time, these Transformers will also vanish along with it; naturally, you'll have no way to keep them as toys."
"That... does seem to be the case." Son Goten scratched his head, the excitement on his face fading quite a bit as he felt somewhat dejected.
"That's not right, Mr. Whis," Trunks suddenly wagged his finger and said with a giggle. "Didn't they say that the person who stays until the end can have any wish granted? As long as we win the competition and wish for the vanished universes to return, won't we be able to keep the Transformers?"
"Eh? Right! Can that wish be realized?" Son Goten instantly became excited again, staring at Whis with wide eyes full of expectation.
A meaningful smile appeared on Whis's face, but he didn't answer.
This question was something even he couldn't be certain about.
After all, no one could guess the thoughts of Zeno.
"A universe of Transformers? That actually sounds quite interesting." Son Goku also looked toward Universe 12. Looking at those tall robots, he couldn't help but exclaim, "I didn't expect there to be such a miraculous race in the universe."
After exclaiming, Son Goku walked to Hit's side and asked in a low voice, "Hey, Hit, the contestants who participated in the Tournament of Power in the previous life—compared to this life, there shouldn't be much of a difference, right?"
Hit: "..."
Hit fell silent for a few seconds, looking at Son Goku with a complex gaze.
What do you mean by 'not much of a difference'?
This difference is simply outrageous!
"In the previous life, there were only 80 contestants in total, but in this life, there are 120," Hit answered truthfully, his tone calm. "Moreover, in the previous life, Universe 1, Universe 5, Universe 8, and Universe 12 did not participate in the competition. The contestants from these four universes are newly added in this life."
"Oh, oh, so that's how it is." Son Goku nodded thoughtfully, his gaze sweeping across the directions of those four universes one by one, making a mental note of it.
The contestants from these four universes were all new faces.
What Son Goku didn't know was that the contestants from these four newly added universes were each far from simple.
The contestants of Universe 1 mostly came from the "Avengers," including Iron Man, Hulk, Thor, Spider-Man, Ant-Man, and so on.
Even Thanos was among them.
However, these characters from the cinematic version were quite a bit weaker than the comic book version.
The team of Universe 5 was led by "One-Punch Man" Saitama. Besides Saitama, a powerhouse who could kill most opponents with one punch, there were also strange characters like Genos and King, with varying levels of strength.
The contestants of Universe 8 came from the DC Universe. Classic characters like Superman, Batman, Flash, and Wonder Woman all made their appearances. Each had unique abilities, and their combat power when working together was extremely strong.
As for Universe 12, it was the Transformers that Son Goten and Trunks were interested in just now. Core members like Optimus Prime, Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave, and Bumblebee were all there. The Autobots and Decepticons had joined forces; not only could they transform, but they could also coordinate their operations.
"Besides these four newly added universes, are there changes to the contestants of the other universes?" Son Goku continued to ask, wanting to learn more information to make it easier to formulate a strategy during the competition.
"The changes aren't great; the main members are basically all there." Hit's gaze swept over the contestants of the other universes, and he shook his head slightly. Then he took another deep look at King Sadala and Renso of Universe 6. "However, there is a bit of a change in our Universe 6. In the previous life, King Sadala and Renso did not participate; this time, they have replaced Dr. Rota and the Namekian Saonel."
Son Goku didn't have much of an impression of Dr. Rota and Saonel, so he didn't ask further and just nodded, indicating he understood.
After a pause.
Son Goku remembered something else and asked, "In the previous life, were you eliminated by Jiren?"
Hit nodded in silence, a trace of unwillingness flashing in his eyes.
That was a regret in his heart and also a mistake he had to make up for in this life.
Meanwhile.
In another corner of the arena, Quitela, the God of Destruction of Universe 4; Sidra, the God of Destruction of Universe 9; Liquiir, the God of Destruction of Universe 8; and Giin, the God of Destruction of Universe 12, were huddled together, whispering something with solemn expressions. From time to time, they would glance toward Universe 7, a hint of calculation in their eyes.
The contestants of these four universes were also gathered around their respective Gods of Destruction, looking like they were discussing a battle plan; the atmosphere was very strange.
"Could they be planning to join forces?" Piccolo furrowed his brow, his gaze warily watching the people from those four universes, a hint of worry in his tone.
If multiple universes joined forces to target Universe 7, it would be a bit troublesome.
"Uncle Piccolo is right," Son Gohan nodded, his face also becoming serious. "Dad's strength is too great; it has certainly caused wariness in the other universes. It's very likely they'll join forces to target us."
"Tch. These four universes are definitely up to some conspiracy!" Beerus's face darkened. He warned Son Goku, "Son Goku, you'd better be careful! They're very likely to target you as soon as they get on the stage, even summoning a God of Destruction to act, wanting to eliminate you quickly!"
"Is that so?" Son Goku looked toward those four universes. There wasn't the slightest worry on his face; instead, he was even more excited. "Then that's just right; I also want to have a match with the Gods of Destruction from other universes!"
"Don't be careless!" Beerus glared at Son Goku, his tone serious. "You've also seen the battles between us Gods of Destruction. Among them, the one you need to pay most attention to is Quitela, the God of Destruction of Universe 4! That rat's strength is second only to mine, and he's very cunning; you must not underestimate him!"
"I know, Lord Beerus! I'll keep an eye out!" Son Goku nodded with a smile, his eyes flashing with the light of expectation.
The stronger the opponent, the more it could stimulate Son Goku's fighting spirit; this was the Tournament of Power he was looking forward to!
Quitela, the God of Destruction of Universe 4; Giin of Universe 12; Sidra of Universe 9; and Liquiir of Universe 8—the four Gods of Destruction were huddled in a corner of the arena, plotting in low voices.
Their gazes swept toward Universe 7 from time to time, flashing with the light of calculation.
"Let's go with the plan we just discussed! First, concentrate firepower to take down Universe 7's core combatants, especially Son Goku and Broly!" Quitela's voice carried a hint of sinister intent.
As a God of Destruction whose strength was second only to Beerus, Quitela was determined to win this Tournament of Power.
"Understood! Our Universe 9 will cooperate fully!" Sidra hurriedly nodded.
"There's one more thing that must be made clear," Giin suddenly spoke, his tone serious. "If one of our four universes can ultimately win, we must use the Super Dragon Balls to restore the other three universes to their original state! This point, you must all agree to!"
Quitela, Sidra, and Liquiir looked at each other and nodded one after another. "No problem! It's a deal!"
Just then.
Flash!
A starlight suddenly spilled down from high above.
The figure of the Grand Minister appeared in mid-air as if by teleportation, his entire body radiating a gentle yet unquestionable authority.
"Contestants and deities of each universe, are you all here?" The Grand Minister's voice clearly spread throughout the entire arena; everyone, whether on the stage or in the stands, could hear it clearly.
Everyone on the scene looked up, their gazes focused on the Grand Minister high in the air, their expressions filled with awe.
"Since everyone is here, then let us invite Lord Zeno." The Grand Minister smiled slightly, and the scepter in his hand tapped lightly. A dazzling light instantly enveloped the inverted triangle floating platform.
Swish!
In the blink of an eye, Zeno appeared on the throne of the floating platform, flanked by two attendants.
Zeno's small body sat on the wide throne, looking somewhat cute.
Zeno waved to the people below, a gentle smile appearing on his face. "Hello everyone, please take care of me."
The scene was instantly silent; many contestants were dumbfounded.
It was their first time seeing Zeno; they hadn't expected the existence that could easily erase universes in legend to look so small.
"Is that Lord Zeno? He's much smaller than imagined..."
"What does 'please take care of me' mean? Is Lord Zeno also going to participate in the competition?"
"Don't be stupid! Haven't you heard? 'Please take care of me' might mean he's going to erase our universes in a while..."
Discussions rose and fell, but no one dared to speak loudly, for fear of annoying Zeno.
"Alright, now the competition is about to begin. Personnel other than the contestants—including the Gods of Destruction, Supreme Kais, and Angels—please go to the stands and take your seats." The Grand Minister's voice sounded again, interrupting everyone's discussion.
"Lord Grand Minister, I have a question!" Quitela immediately raised his hand, his tone respectful. "Previously you said that a God of Destruction could be summoned to participate; may I ask in what specific form they are to be summoned?"
"That's very simple." The Grand Minister spoke with a smile and explained patiently, "As long as a contestant shouts 'Destruction Destruction,' the God of Destruction of that contestant's universe will immediately appear beside them and stay on the stage for one minute. After one minute, the God of Destruction will automatically return to the stands. Well, that's the rule; does anyone else have a question?"
"Lord Grand Minister, are all contestants eligible to summon a God of Destruction?" Giin, the God of Destruction of Universe 12, also raised his hand and asked, a hint of confirmation in his eyes.
"Correct. No matter which universe a contestant belongs to, as long as they are on the stage, they can summon the God of Destruction of their own universe." The Grand Minister nodded, his tone firm.
The Gods of Destruction on the scene fell silent instantly.
All contestants can summon?
"You can summon a God of Destruction just by shouting 'Destruction Destruction'?" Son Goku scratched his head, a look of curiosity on his face. "Then could someone accidentally shout it out? Like being too excited during battle and saying it out of habit?"
"That possibility does indeed exist." Whis answered with a smile. "However, the probability is very low. If someone really shouts it accidentally, they can only blame their universe's bad luck."
"Hahaha, that's true!" Son Goku laughed, not thinking it was any big deal.
"Listen to me, all of you!" Beerus's face darkened. He warned Son Goku, Vegeta, and the others seriously, "After the competition begins, you are not allowed to summon me easily! I will observe the situation from the stands. When I need to take the field, I will take the initiative to call names! For example, if I call out 'Piccolo, summon me,' you immediately shout 'Destruction Destruction' to summon me. Do you understand?"
Piccolo: "..."
Piccolo silently wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly nodded.
The Gods of Destruction of the other universes also began to warn their contestants one after another.
According to the Grand Minister's meaning, it seemed a God of Destruction only had one chance to appear and could only stay for one minute.
Once this chance was wasted, their "trump card" would be completely useless; they had to be cautious and more cautious.
"Everyone, just as Lord Beerus said before, the most important thing in this competition is teamwork!" The Supreme Kai also stepped forward and said with a solemn expression, "Although our Universe 7's contestants are powerful, the other universes are not to be underestimated either. Everyone must unite, cooperate, and fight well!"
After all instructions were completed, the Angels, Gods of Destruction, and some Supreme Kais on the scene left the stage and flew toward the stands.
Although the flying ability of the Gods of Destruction and Supreme Kais was restricted, with the help of the Angels, they obtained temporary flight permission and arrived at the stands smoothly.
"Then, let me reiterate the rules of the competition." The Grand Minister once again hovered high in the air and announced in a resonant voice, "The competition time for this Tournament of Power is 100 Ticks."
"100 Ticks? How long is that?" Son Gohan was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Piccolo.
"100 Ticks is equivalent to 48 minutes of Earth time," Piccolo explained immediately.
"There is a pillar in the center of the competition arena. The pillar will gradually sink downward as time passes. When the height of the pillar is level with the ground, the competition ends," the Grand Minister continued to announce the rules. "During the competition, weapons other than skills are forbidden, and intentional killing is forbidden! There is only one way to win—knock the opponent off the stage. Contestants who are knocked off will be automatically transferred to the stands of their respective universes; everyone need not worry about safety issues. Additionally, regarding the rules for summoning a God of Destruction, I'll emphasize once more: as long as any contestant shouts 'Destruction Destruction,' the God of Destruction of their respective universe will immediately appear on the stage and stay for one minute. Gods of Destruction are not allowed to use Destruction; please be sure to use this authority cautiously!"
After the Grand Minister finished speaking, the contestants on the scene fell into a brief silence.
A 48-minute competition time, a gradually sinking pillar, and a God of Destruction summoning right that could only be used once.
All these rules meant the competition would be exceptionally intense from the very beginning.
"Then, are all the contestants ready?" The Grand Minister spoke with a smile, his gaze sweeping over the entire stage.
The contestants on the scene clenched their fists one after another, their gazes becoming resolute.
They were all prepared for battle; for the sake of their own universes, they had to go all out!
"Good! The Tournament of Power officially begins!" With the Grand Minister's order, the scepter in his hand waved lightly, and a starlight instantly spread out, enveloping the entire stage.
Swish, swish, swish, swish!
As soon as the competition began, Son Goku, Vegeta, Frieza, and Bardock shot out like arrows released from a bow, instantly dashing out and rushing in different directions.
They were all impatient types who had long been unable to suppress their desire for battle.
Only Broly, Piccolo, Son Gohan, Son Goten, Trunks, and Buu were left dazed in place, looking at each other.
"Eh? Didn't we agree on teamwork? Why did they all rush out at once?" Trunks scratched his head, looking at Piccolo with a face full of confusion.
Piccolo: "..."
Son Gohan: "..."
Son Gohan sighed helplessly.
He knew that Dad, Grandpa, and Vegeta definitely wouldn't obediently follow the plan for team operations.
Son Goten, on the other hand, grinned and giggled. "Dad and the others are so fast!"
"Hmph. Talking about teamwork with them was a waste of breath from the start." The corners of Piccolo's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a helpless yet somewhat approving smile. "The four of them are all guys who like to fight alone; only when they truly encounter danger will they think of coordinating."
On the other side, Bardock was the first to launch an attack.
Bardock rushed toward the contestant area of Universe 10 at an extremely fast speed, the Ki around his body faintly surging, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's.
"Careful! Someone's rushing over!"
Several contestants from Universe 10 immediately reacted, assuming battle stances one after another and watching Bardock warily.
Bang!
Bardock didn't hesitate for a second and kicked toward the contestant closest to him.
That contestant didn't even have time to react before being sent flying by Bardock's kick, his body like a kite with a broken string, flying toward the outside of the stage.
Flash!
The moment that contestant flew out of the stage.
A white light flashed, and his body instantly vanished.
The next second, he appeared in the stands of Universe 10, his face pale and his eyes full of disbelief.
"Murisarm? Why were you eliminated so quickly?" Rumsshi, the God of Destruction of Universe 10, saw this scene and widened his eyes in shock, his face turning pale and then green.
The competition had started for less than ten seconds, and someone from their universe had already been eliminated; this was simply too embarrassing!
Murisarm: "..."
Murisarm sat in the stands, a look of confusion on his face.
He hadn't even clearly seen the opponent's movements before being kicked away; was the strength gap really this large?
"You... you bastard! How dare you ambush someone from our Universe 10!" Murisarm's companion, seeing this, was immediately enraged. He clenched his fists and rushed toward Bardock, throwing a punch at Bardock's chest.
Bardock's gaze narrowed, and he raised his hand to block the opponent's punch.
Only a "bang" was heard as the two fists collided.
Bardock remained motionless, while the contestant's arm trembled slightly, clearly shaken by Bardock's strength.
"The contestants of Universe 10—their strength is only so-so." Bardock chuckled, a trace of disdain in his tone. "What a pity; Zamasu of your universe isn't here, though he's already dead."
"You... what did you say? Zamasu?" The contestant was stunned, his face full of confusion.
That contestant had never heard of that name.
"You are not my match." Bardock didn't waste any more words and threw another kick, which landed right on the contestant's abdomen.
The contestant let out a muffled groan, his body rolling several times on the stage as he slid toward the edge.
Seeing that he was about to slide off the stage, he hurriedly reached out and tightly grabbed the edge, barely avoiding being eliminated.
"Dammit... I absolutely will not just admit defeat like this!" The contestant gritted his teeth, using all his strength to try and climb back onto the stage.
Bardock, however, didn't pay him any more attention.
His gaze fell on a bird-man contestant from Universe 10 who had huge wings and was watching him warily.
Seeing Bardock look at him, the bird-man contestant's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly flapped his wings, wanting to fly high into the sky.
He knew he was not Bardock's match and could only rely on flying to dodge the attack.
"Great! I can fly; he definitely won't be able to catch me!" After flying to a high altitude, the bird-man contestant breathed a sigh of relief, a trace of a proud smile appearing on his face.
Smack!
However, before he could be proud for long.
Bardock lightly leaped, and his body instantly shot into the air, actually jumping directly behind him.
Bardock's jumping power far exceeded the bird-man's imagination!
"At this height, even if I can't fly, I can still jump up, right?" Bardock smiled indifferently, raised his hand to grab the bird-man's wing, and then launched a kick that landed on the bird-man's back.
Splat!
The bird-man contestant let out a scream, and his body slammed heavily onto the stage, making a dull sound. He was thrown into a daze, and even his wings were somewhat deformed.
"That guy... he looks so much like Son Goku; what exactly is their relationship?" Rumsshi sat in the stands and asked through gritted teeth.
The more he looked at Bardock, the more he felt Bardock looked identical to Son Goku, only his temperament was colder than Son Goku's.
"His name is Bardock; he's Mr. Son Goku's father," Kusu, the Angel of Universe 10, explained softly from the side.
"Dammit! So it's Son Goku's father! No wonder his strength is so great!" Rumsshi tightly clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead bulging, his eyes full of unwillingness.
Rumsshi hadn't expected that Universe 7 would not only have Son Goku and Vegeta but also such a powerful Bardock!
Just then, the Universe 10 contestant who was clinging to the edge of the stage was still trying to climb back up. As long as he used a bit more force, he would be able to return to the stage.
However, Frieza suddenly appeared beside him and stepped on his hand, applying a bit of pressure.
The contestant instantly let out a scream, his fingers no longer able to hold the edge of the stage, and his body fell toward the outside.
"Ohohoho! Did I just step on something? Was it trash?" Frieza smiled very brilliantly, his tail swaying lightly, his tone full of mockery.
To be continued…
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