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The tide of battle turned yet again, leaving countless spectators across the Wanjie Multiverse in a state of absolute shock. The situation was a volatile tempest, shifting with every heartbeat! Originally, the consensus was that Jiren the Gray had secured an absolute victory. Nobody expected that the desperate cooperation between Frieza and Android 17 could actually force the juggernaut of Universe 11 to his knees.
Just as the scales of victory tipped toward Universe 7, Jiren defied all logic. He stood up once more, his Ki erupting in a scorching, crimson explosion of power that dwarfed his previous limits. The advantage had swung violently back to Jiren's side.
"Frieza! You arrogant fool!" Lord Beerus screamed across the divine chat, his purple face contorted in rage. "Why do you love to talk so much nonsense?! Wouldn't it have been better to just finish him off?!"
Beerus was on the verge of a total breakdown. Earlier, Son Goku was a hair's breadth away from eliminating Jiren before his body collapsed under the divine backlash of Ultra Instinct. While Goku couldn't be blamed for his physical limits, this failure was entirely on Frieza. If the galactic tyrant hadn't wasted time taunting his prey, Toppo would never have had the chance to reach Jiren's heart with those words of encouragement.
Frieza, staring at the screen, remained silent under Beerus's verbal assault. Deep down, his pride remained unshaken. In his mind, mocking a defeated enemy was a fundamental right. How could he have known that the silent Jiren still possessed such a hidden reservoir of strength? He shifted the blame internally; it was all Toppo's fault for interfering with that sentimental drivel!
Across the dimensions, leaders and warriors watched with bated breath. "Good heavens," Fleet Admiral Sengoku muttered, adjusting his glasses. "It seems Jiren has finally grasped the power of trust."
Kurosaki Ichigo nodded solemnly. "Toppo's words sounded remarkably similar to what Krillin and Piccolo said to Goku earlier. It's the same bond."
"Precisely," Kakashi Hatake observed, his sharingan tracking the Ki fluctuations on the screen. "Toppo's words prove his absolute faith in his comrade. Jiren is no longer fighting for himself alone."
"So, the Pride Troopers are taking a page out of Universe 7's playbook?" Zhang Chulan remarked with a wry smile.
Duanmu Yan sighed, "They had no choice. That 'power of friendship' boost is too effective to ignore."
Tien Shinhan looked on intently, questioning the philosophy of the multiverse's strongest mortal. "Jiren always despised the idea of trust. After experiencing this, he'll have to change his mind, won't he?"
At the Pride Troopers Headquarters in Universe 11, Toppo stood stunned. "I never imagined my words could actually reach him," he whispered. He had been deeply moved by the unwavering faith Universe 7 placed in Son Goku. It was only because he witnessed their bond that he found the words to stir Jiren's soul. Beside him, Jiren remained silent, but his eyes—usually cold and impassive—shimmered with a newfound clarity. His heart, once a fortress of solitude, had finally begun to let others in.
Back in the video, the intensity reached a breaking point. Frieza and Android 17 were being pushed back by the sheer pressure of Jiren's scorching aura. The strain was so great that Frieza's Golden Form flickered and died, reverting him to his base state. Just as their final energy barrier began to crack, a familiar figure stepped into the fray.
"I'm sorry to both of you," a raspy, exhausted voice spoke. "Leaving everything for you to handle... that wasn't right."
It was Son Goku! Despite the agonizing pain of his broken body, the Saiyan had forced himself to stand once again. He immediately proposed a tactical formation: he and Frieza would take the vanguard while Android 17 provided long-range Ki support.
"Hmph. I can handle this myself," Frieza spat, his ego still bristling. "Stay back, Saiyan."
"Frieza!" Goku's voice was uncharacteristically stern as he turned to the tyrant. "All of us have surpassed our limits long ago. If the three of us don't team up right now, Universe 7 will be erased from existence!"
Frieza paused, his tail twitching. "You still remember your promise to revive me with the Dragon Balls, don't you?"
"As long as you keep your end of the bargain," Goku replied firmly, "I'll keep mine. You know I don't break my word."
Frieza chuckled darkly, a small, twisted smile forming on his lips. "Your naive honesty is truly sickening. But for now... I suppose I should thank you."
Android 17 glanced between them. "Have you two finally reconciled?"
"Never," Frieza snapped. "Not even in death."
With a roar that shook the World of Void, Goku and Frieza charged forward in a breathtaking display of synchronization. The two greatest enemies in history were now fighting as one. Under their combined assault and 17's precision cover fire, even the mighty Jiren was suppressed.
The battle reached its climax. "Throw me!" Frieza shouted. Goku didn't hesitate; he braced his hands, allowing Frieza to launch off him like a golden bullet. Frieza collided with Jiren, wrapping his arms around the titan and refusing to let go, even as Jiren hammered him with heavy blows.
Frieza began to drag Jiren toward the edge of the shattered arena, intending to take them both down. Suddenly, Goku appeared on Jiren's other side, adding his own fading strength to the tackle. Together, the rivals plummeted into the abyss, taking the strongest warrior of Universe 11 with them.
As he fell, Jiren looked at the two warriors who had sacrificed themselves for their universe. "Is this... the trust of Universe 7?" he wondered aloud, finally understanding the source of their bottomless strength.
Because Android 17 remained on a small fragment of the stage, Universe 7 was declared the victor of the Tournament of Power!
The Wanjie Multiverse erupted in a frenzy of cheers. From the streets of Tokyo to the hidden ninja villages, the excitement was palpable. They had won! The impossible teamwork of a Saiyan and a Tyrant had saved their world.
"Hahahahaha!" Lord Beerus roared with laughter, his relief manifest. "Goku! Frieza! You did it! Frieza, I take it back—you performed brilliantly! I am actually satisfied!"
The God of Destruction, who had once viewed Frieza as a mere stain on his universe, finally showed a shred of respect. In the face of total annihilation, the most unlikely bond in the multiverse had forged a path to survival.
Akira, watching the tactical execution of the final move, nodded in approval; the transmigrator knew that in this realm, the only thing stronger than individual power was the calculated unity of those willing to give everything.