"It's not that easy to bring me down."
Linze's tone was serious now his usual calm replaced by focused intensity.
The pride of both warriors surged endlessly, clashing invisibly in the air like twin blades drawn from ancient scabbards. Their auras exploded skyward, colliding and intertwining like rival gods preparing for judgment.
Neither of them spoke another word. Their bodies vanished in sync, flashing forward at impossible speeds.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of deep, concussive impacts echoed through the battlefield low and continuous like rolling thunder. Energy coils burst and crackled through the air, flaring with each collision, dense and unrelenting like a torrential rainstorm.
"So... strong?"
"When did such a powerful fighter suddenly appear in the Universe? I've never heard of him before!"
The members of the Pride Troopers exchanged shocked looks once again.
Logically, a being of such strength should have been known to Universe 11 long before now. For their elite team to know nothing of Linze's existence, it made no sense.
Of them all, the most shaken was Toppo.
Even though the other Pride Troopers carried prestige and authority within the universe, they were ultimately mortal warriors.
But Toppo he was more than that. He had been chosen personally by Lord Belmod to serve as a candidate for the next God of Destruction of Universe 11.
From that position of insight, Toppo knew: if someone as powerful as Linze existed within their universe, Lord Belmod and Angel Marcarita would certainly have known about it.
And yet… neither had ever mentioned anyone like him.
…
Far away, in the realm of the Gods of Destruction, Belmod and Marcarita were watching the battle unfold through the orb mounted on Marcarita's staff.
The expression on Belmod's clown-like face was grim and unnerving.
"What is the meaning of this, Marcarita? How can there be such a powerful mortal in Universe 11 without my knowledge?"
He turned sharply toward the angel, suspicion clouding his features.
Marcarita, ever composed, gave a serene smile as she responded.
"This human named Linze... he's not from Universe 11, my dear."
Her voice was soft and gentle, but her words hit Belmod like a hammer.
"Wh-What...? Not from Universe 11?"
"What kind of nonsense is this? How can mortals from other universes appear here without a God's permission?"
Belmod's eyes widened in disbelief.
He knew better than anyone: the universes weren't just separated by distance. They were divided by cosmic law, time barriers, and divine regulation.
Without Supreme Kai's Instantaneous Movement, or the direct escort of an Angel, a mortal should not be able to travel across universes at all.
And yet, Linze was clearly here.
There had been no reports of a visiting god. No trace of any Kai or Angel arriving to accompany a foreign fighter.
And he knew with certainty there were no other deities currently operating within Universe 11.
Something was very, very wrong.
"It's truly my fault, dear. He arrived in Universe 11 four years ago and defeated Toppo in a private spar. But you were in solitary training at the time, and I didn't think it was significant enough to report... Eventually, I forgot all about it."
"As for how he managed to enter Universe 11—he appears to have mastered Supreme Kai's Instantaneous Movement, dear."
Marcarita continued explaining to Belmod in her usual graceful and unbothered tone.
"You fool! How could you forget something like that?!"
"A mere mortal dared to enter my Universe without permission and defeat Toppo does he think I'll forgive such arrogance?!"
Belmod's expression turned stormy as he clenched his fists, the fabric of his gloves creaking under the pressure.
He snapped angrily, "Tell me now what universe is he from?!"
"To stand toe-to-toe with Jiren... he must be from one of the higher-tier universes."
"His name is Linze. He's from Universe 7."
Marcarita said calmly, her eyes returning to the image of the battle.
She knew full well that Belmod and Beerus the God of Destruction of Universe 7 had long-standing animosity.
"Universe 7...? That Beerus?"
The mention of Universe 7 darkened Belmod's expression even further.
That careless, lazy God of Destruction Beerus was the one Belmod despised most out of all his divine peers.
He still remembered when Zeno-sama organized a Universe-wide hide-and-seek game. Beerus had simply gone to sleep, vanishing for 50 years.
Fifty years! And that was in the middle of a game personally supervised by Zeno!
Zeno had been so furious that day, he nearly erased all the universes out of disappointment.
Since then, all the other Gods of Destruction had harbored serious resentment toward Beerus.
"And now that guy has someone this powerful hiding in his universe?"
"This Linze... he must not be allowed to remain."
Belmod's eyes narrowed, his gaze turning cold as killing intent radiated from his aura.
Universe 11 already had Jiren and Toppo two elite warriors. With them, they were certain to be chosen when the next Universal Selection for a "High-Class Universe" took place.
But if Universe 7 suddenly had a mortal strong enough to match Jiren, it could disrupt the balance and elevate their average mortal level.
That was something Belmod absolutely could not allow.
"How long will it take us to reach that planet?"
Belmod's tone was sharp with urgency, clearly prepared to act immediately.
"It will take roughly half an hour, dear," Marcarita responded with a polite smile, watching her usually composed partner grow increasingly agitated.
"Half an hour? We're going now."
"We must ensure that this mortal doesn't leave Universe 11 alive."
Without another word, Belmod and Marcarita disappeared from the Realm of the Gods, heading directly toward the battlefield where Linze and Jiren were engaged in combat.
…
By now, Linze and Jiren had been locked in battle for ten relentless minutes.
Linze was nearing his physical limit his breathing ragged, his energy rapidly depleting.
His stamina was waning, and his Super Saiyan 4 transformation was being maintained purely through willpower.
In contrast, Jiren remained composed, his breathing perfectly measured. His aura was still firm, his strength barely touched.
"You're strong. I didn't expect this from a mortal."
"But now, you're clearly at your limit. This battle is finished."
Jiren's voice was level, but firm, as he stared down Linze, who was panting heavily in front of him.
This fight had truly challenged him, it had been a long time since he'd been forced to move with such effort.
"Hah... Don't be so quick to declare victory, Jiren."
"I haven't fallen yet. You can't call it a win until I hit the ground."
Linze exhaled sharply, biting down his exhaustion as he glared up at his opponent.
Every inch of his body screamed in pain, and he could feel the weight of the battle crushing down on him.
Maintaining Super Saiyan 4 now felt like lifting a planet on his shoulders but he refused to let go.
"Oh?"
"One final strike, then."
Jiren responded calmly, his expression hardening as he raised his right fist.
A crimson aura ignited around his arm, and in that moment, the air around him distorted visibly.
Even space itself seemed to ripple from the sheer pressure of his gathering energy.
This time, Jiren was not holding back.
He intended to end it, for real.
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