To participate in the Tournament of Power held across the entire multiverse, the Supreme Kais and Gods of Destruction of each universe were urgently summoning the strongest warriors from their respective realms, determined to survive this life-or-death crisis.

And in such a tense atmosphere, two days quickly passed.

Universe 13, Earth, The Temple—

"Hmm, why haven't Yuujin and the others come out yet? The tournament is about to begin."

Outside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Bulma paced back and forth, her face full of anxiety.

"Bulma, be patient. Yuujin and the others will definitely make it out in time."

"Yeah, Bulma-san, you really don't need to worry so much."

Seeing Bulma so anxious, Tights and the blue-haired Launch tried to comfort her.

"Our universe might get erased and destroyed, how can I not worry?"

"But you two, Tights and Launch, are being way too calm."

Grabbing her hair in frustration, Bulma responded helplessly.

Tights and Launch exchanged glances and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

They weren't calm at all—they were just as scared and anxious.

However, they both believed in Yuujin and Gokumi. They believed that they would make it out in time and go on to win the Tournament of Power to save everyone—just like they had done again and again in the past.

Videl, Mai, and the other women stood solemnly nearby, each one also tense and anxious.

Although the matter of the Tournament of Power couldn't be revealed to the general public, everyone on the Temple had already received word, and the entire atmosphere had been extremely tense for the past two days.

Time had never felt so torturous. As the women waited anxiously, a click was suddenly heard—the door to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber opened.

Overjoyed, Bulma and the others rushed forward, only to be blown back by a powerful surge of energy:

"Wha—this… this energy…"

Sensing the vast and terrifying aura, Bulma and the others were both shocked and ecstatic.

After two years of training inside the Time Chamber, Yuujin and the others had become even stronger!

"Yuujin, you've finally come out!"

Seeing Yuujin and the others emerge from the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Bulma called out.

"Bulma, the Tournament hasn't started yet, has it?"

Reining in his aura, Yuujin gently touched Bulma's cheek.

"Not yet. But the Grand Priest already sent a message—if you didn't come out soon, you'd really be late."

Bulma said with exasperation, though her heart had finally relaxed.

"Yuujin, how was your training in there?"

Tights asked with concern.

"We made some pretty good progress."

Yuujin replied with a grin.

But calling it "pretty good" was an understatement—this training session had been incredibly fruitful!

Crisis really does bring motivation. Though they only trained for two years this time, the progress they made far exceeded what they would've achieved in ten years or more of regular training.

Yuujin, Gokumi, and Vegea had all significantly increased their power, and even developed several powerful new techniques. Broly's Legendary Super Saiyan form had grown rapidly—her battle power was now on par with their Super Saiyan 4 transformations. Even Sharuru had finally broken her limits, evolving from her Golden Form into a brand-new, far stronger transformation!

In addition, Chi-Chi, Android 18, Dark 18, Buu, and Android 21 all made great strides, substantially boosting their strength. Even those who trained with Yuujin—Goteno, Trunksia, and Celipa—each had huge gains.

Goteno and Trunksia had finally ascended to Super Saiyan 2, and Celiba had reached the full-powered version of Super Saiyan 2.

Goteno and Trunksia were very gifted. Had they not slacked off in the past, they would've reached Super Saiyan 2 long ago. Celipa, on the other hand, had average potential—back on Planet Vegeta, she was merely a lower-class warrior. Reaching her current level of strength had not been easy.

But hard work yields results. Over the years of following Yuujin, Celipa had built a deep foundation. If they survived the Tournament of Power, Yuujin even considered helping her reach Super Saiyan 3—no idle dream at all!

"Bulma, have someone prepare clothes and hot water for us—we need to clean up."

"It's already prepared. You all always come out filthy after training in there."

"Yuujin-san, we've also prepared food. Would you like to eat something?"

"There probably won't be time to eat."

"Suno, Meizhen—go fetch some Senzu Beans for us."

"Yes, Lord Yuujin!"

With the Tournament of Power fast approaching and time running short, Yuujin and the others had to keep things simple and make necessary preparations as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, deep within the Void Realm of Chaos—

Boom boom!! Boom boom boom!!!

On the massive arena, in accordance with the Grand Priest's suggestion, the Gods of Destruction from Universe 1, Universe 5, and Universe 8 were fiercely battling—both to entertain the two Zenos and to test the durability of the arena.

Though they didn't look impressive, each God of Destruction possessed unfathomable power. Their battle sent massive shockwaves through the Void Realm. Even the arena made from the sturdiest Katchin metal struggled to withstand the impacts and was quickly battered and broken.

"That should be enough. Thank you for the test—it's shown me a lot of areas for improvement."

The Grand Priest halted the battle between the three Gods of Destruction.

"Do the Zeno-samas have any thoughts?"

"Were our performances satisfactory to the Zeno-samas?"

"Oh, about that… the Zeno-samas are currently napping."

"Huh?"

Seeing that the two Zenos were indeed fast asleep in their palace, the three Gods of Destruction were speechless.

So after all that effort, the Zenos hadn't watched a second of their fight!

"Oh right, next I'll need you all to repair the arena before the tournament starts—every damaged section must be reinforced."

"You want us to fix it?"

"Well, I need to go open the Void Realm's portals to welcome all the contestants—so I'll leave this to you."

"..."

Dragged into manual labor by the Grand Priest, the Gods of Destruction reluctantly got to work.

As the tournament's start drew near, the Grand Priest flew into the sky and opened portals from the Void Realm to each universe.

As beams of light flashed, the Supreme Kais, Gods of Destruction, and participants from each universe were gradually transported in—and this grand Tournament of Power, gathering elite warriors from across the multiverse, was about to begin!

To be continued…

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