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As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue fell silent.
After a brief moment, an uproar erupted among the contestants and the Gods of Destruction.
"What...what is this?! The universes that arrived early will enter the arena first?!" Piccolo didn't know what to say. He hadn't expected Zen'ō (King of All) to catch everyone completely off guard the moment he spoke.
Trunks frowned and swept his gaze across the scene.
The three universes that had arrived early were all in an uproar at that moment.
Only Universe 10 remained strangely quiet.
Gohan patted Trunks on the shoulder, and the two brothers exchanged a glance.
Gohan said worriedly, "It seems the situation has become even more complicated, Trunks."
"I didn't expect Lord Zen'ō to let us enter the arena ahead of time. Which means... For the remaining four universes, we'll only be able to learn about their contestants once we're inside the arena."
Gohan's analysis was clear and well-reasoned. Trunks also understood that the situation was developing in an uncontrollable direction.
Trunks had some understanding of the remaining four universes thanks to the memories of his previous life, but he had no idea if there would be any unexpected changes.
"Yeah, Brother Gohan. Now that things have reached this point, there's nothing we can do. We'll just have to face it head-on and focus on doing our best."
Their conversation was overheard by Frieza nearby. Frieza merely smiled faintly.
"Ho ho ho, it doesn't matter. This Great King has already begun to wonder just how strong those fellows really are."
Just then, the Great Priest began urging everyone on.
"Now then, everyone. The leaders of each universe should gather their contestants in the resting rooms and wait to be teleported to the various modules of the arena."
As soon as these words were spoken, the gods of destruction from each universe began to give orders.
Beerus said to everyone, "The situation has changed. You all heard it, so make sure to follow Trunks's plan and protect our trump card."
After saying this, Beerus looked toward Piccolo. Piccolo immediately nodded, feeling the pressure increase dramatically.
"Great! It's finally starting! It's time to test the results of my training!"
Super Perfect Cell could no longer contain his excitement and shouted loudly.
At the same time, Son Goku was just as excited. His gaze, like two bolts of lightning, was fixed firmly on Universe 11.
The silhouette of Jiren, radiating overwhelming pressure, was clearly reflected in his eyes.
Jiren stood quietly, an extraordinary aura emanating from his body.
Almost at the same moment, Jiren cast his sharp gaze toward Son Goku.
Their eyes met in midair like two meteors colliding across the sky, producing intense friction and dazzling sparks.
An overwhelming aura formed invisibly between them in an instant.
Son Goku stared intently at his opponent, trying to sense the unfathomable and terrifying power hidden beneath Jiren's calm exterior.
However, just as he was fully focused on confronting Jiren, a figure suddenly entered his field of vision.
His heart suddenly tightened as if an invisible hand had grabbed it.
At that moment, something unexpected happened.
Vermoud, the clown-like God of Destruction, suddenly pulled a silly face at Son Goku, grinning mischievously.
This sudden action instantly pulled Goku out of his thoughts.
When Goku focused his eyes, though, he was surprised to discover that Vermoud wasn't making faces at him at all. Instead, he was making faces at Beerus, who was standing not far behind Goku.
Vermoud was winking exaggeratedly and twisting his mouth and nose, his expression was as comical as could be.
"Tch, what a childish fellow." Beerus stood with his hands behind his back, looking completely disdainful. He didn't even bother to glance at Vermoud.
He clearly wasn't taking such boring provocation seriously. However, Vermoud didn't seem willing to let the matter end there.
Seeing Beerus ignore him, the corner of his mouth curled slightly upward, revealing an extremely sinister smile as he coldly said, "Heh, Beerus...we'll see about that."
He even lifted his chin toward Beerus in blatant provocation after saying that. Beerus remained unmoved. Without turning his head, he calmly walked toward the room as if nothing had happened.
Vermoud stood there alone, tilting his head upward slightly as he let out a long sigh.
"Hmph! Keep being arrogant like that, Beerus. I'd like to see how long you can keep acting so smug."
After saying this, he slowly turned his deep, sharp gaze toward Toppo and Jiren beside him; his eyes seemed to contain endless meaning.
After a brief pause, Vermoud said, "All right, stop wasting time. It's time for us to prepare as well."
The moment he finished speaking, he turned around without hesitation and walked toward the room. The members of the Pride Troopers behind him quickly followed.
However, one figure in the crowd seemed strangely out of place at that moment.
Toppo stood alone, completely motionless, as if deep in thought.
His eyes stared straight at the ground, and a contemplative expression showed on his face.
Seeing this, Vermoud, who had already taken several steps away, stopped, turned around, frowned, and asked with slight dissatisfaction,
"Hey, Toppo. What's going on? Why are you still standing there? Hurry up!"
Hearing Vermoud's call, Toppo finally snapped out of his thoughts, as if waking from a dream.
He hesitated for a moment, then slowly stepped forward, walking a couple of steps toward Vermoud.
Looking up at him, he asked softly and worriedly, "Lord Vermoud, do you really think our plan is completely foolproof this time? Could there be any loopholes?"
Vermoud's face instantly turned serious.
He then cast a glance toward the angel Marcarita.
Marcarita gave him a reassuring response. Her beautiful lips moved slightly as if to say that everything was ready.
However, Trunks, who had not yet left, noticed this scene.
He sensed a strong sense of conspiracy.
At the same time, two other pairs of eyes were watching Vermoud.
One pair belonged to Zamasu of Universe 10 and the other to Quitela of Universe 4.
Quitela closely observed Vermoud's every move.
Meanwhile, Zamasu's deep gaze revealed confidence as he looked toward his group of ten figures dressed in black robes.
He then muttered softly,
"Hmph. In this Tournament of Power, I will definitely win."
By this point, the Tournament of Power had already become a chaotic mixture of schemes and ambitions. Each universe seemed to possess its own hidden trump card.
Each leader seemed extremely confident in their own universe.
"Hey, Trunks, assemble!" Beerus called out Trunks' name.
"Coming." Trunks walked toward the crowd.
(End Of This Chapter)