"Haah haah haah haah haah!!!!"

High in the air, No. 18, Dark No. 18, Universe 7's No. 18, and Universe 11's female contestant Cocotte were still engaged in a fierce battle.

The four women were fighting so intensely that the sky and earth turned dark, the sun and moon lost their light, and they clashed back and forth with ruthless ferocity.

Some contestants from other universes wanted to join the battle or ambush them, but after some hesitation, they all ended up giving up.

These tigresses looked far too savage—better not provoke them recklessly.

"Ah!!!"

It was unclear who landed the blow, but one of the No. 18s let out a miserable scream and plummeted from the sky, crashing heavily onto the arena with a thunderous boom.

"No. 18, you're really in bad shape."

"How about it? Need my help?"

No. 17's voice came as he walked over with a smiling face.

"This is my fight. I don't need you meddling!"

Getting up from the ground and panting slightly, No. 18 said irritably.

"Yare yare, you're always so stubborn."

Knowing well his twin sister's temper, No. 17 didn't mind. He turned around, intending to help her deal with a few enemies from other universes.

But just then—a ki blast suddenly came roaring in and exploded against No. 17 with a loud boom!

"Cough, cough, cough…"

"No. 18, you!?"

Wincing in pain, No. 17 climbed up from the ruins of the arena, shocked and furious as he stared at the No. 18 who had sneak-attacked him—his face full of disbelief.

"No. 17, that one's a fake from Universe 13! I'm the real one!"

A No. 18 shouted from a short distance away, and No. 17's eyes widened in shock. Only now did he realize that the one who attacked him was wearing a mocking grin.

"Idiot. I told you not to meddle, didn't I?"

"Y-Your outfits?!"

All three No. 18s had identical faces and bodies. Just earlier, No. 17 had identified the one he thought was from his universe by her outfit. But now he realized—their clothes were all exactly the same, matching Universe 7's No. 18!

"You mean this? It's a disguise device developed by Bulma. It can freely change our outfit style based on recorded and scanned data."

"Pretty convenient, right?"

The No. 18 who had attacked No. 17—Dark No. 18—said with a cheerful smile as her outfit shimmered and shifted back into her original attire.

Now fully understanding what had happened, No. 17 was nearly fuming with rage.

"Damn it! You dare make a fool of me?!"

Enraged, No. 17 erupted with energy and charged at Dark No. 18.

"Hehehe…"

"The fun is just getting started. Why don't you stay here and enjoy the show!"

Dodging No. 17's strike, Dark No. 18 laughed and changed her clothes back to Universe 7's outfit before diving into the distant melee again.

The three No. 18s and Cocotte kept attacking each other in a dizzying flurry of exchanges, constantly switching positions—No. 17 couldn't tell at all which one was his universe's No. 18.

The battle didn't last much longer. The three No. 18s and Cocotte quickly disengaged and landed back on the ground.

"You two despicable fakes! How dare you impersonate me!"

"Hah! Look who's talking. You're the one pretending to be me!"

"No. 17, I'm the real No. 18!"

"No. 17, don't let them fool you—I'm the real one!"

"No. 17, we were both modified by Dr. Gero. Can't you even recognize me?"

"No. 17…"

No. 17, No. 17, No. 17—they all called out his name. Watching the three No. 18s arguing and all insisting they were the real one, No. 17 felt like his head was about to explode.

"Hey, woman from Universe 11—do you know which one of them is real?!"

Unable to distinguish which was truly his No. 18, No. 17 turned to Cocotte.

"Don't ask me. I couldn't tell them apart ages ago."

Cocotte shrugged as she answered.

These three women had identical appearances, voices, body types—and now even their clothes matched. Who could possibly tell them apart?

But Cocotte didn't really care. They were all her enemies anyway. As long as she could hit one during battle, it was fine by her.

"Damn it, whatever!"

The three No. 18s were still bickering over who was the real one, and No. 17 had had enough. He simply erupted with energy and attacked the one in the middle.

Among the three No. 18s, only one was truly from their universe. The other two were fakes from Universe 13. That meant he had a two-thirds chance of hitting a fake!

Perhaps not expecting No. 17 to attack so suddenly, the middle No. 18 was struck squarely in the abdomen, letting out a painful scream as she was sent flying and crashed into a piece of shattered arena steel in the distance.

"No. 17—you… you actually hit me!"

Clutching her stomach and sprawled on the ground, the struck No. 18 glared at No. 17 furiously.

"No, I…!"

No. 17 was stunned. Could it be that their universe's No. 18 was so unlucky that she got hit despite the odds?

But then he thought again—if that No. 18 was real, then the other two had to be fakes! His eyes flashing sharply, No. 17 surged with energy and prepared to attack the remaining two.

"No. 17, I'm the real one! That other No. 18 was lying to you!"

"No, I am! Those two are both fakes!"

"No. 17, what are you waiting for? They're both impostors!"

The three No. 18s began bickering again. No. 17 froze, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

No good—he still couldn't tell! He really couldn't tell!

As frustrated as he was, No. 17 knew if he kept going like this, the two fakes would toy with him until he broke.

"No. 18, you handle this yourself. I'm going somewhere else!"

He couldn't stay here any longer. No. 17 decided to retreat.

They could do whatever they wanted—he was done!

"Hehehehehe…"

After No. 17 left, two of the No. 18s immediately burst into laughter. Even the one who had been struck got up, showing no sign of pain at all.

"You two impostors—so despicable!"

The real No. 18 from Universe 7 roared in fury.

"Oh, come on~ We just couldn't help but play a little. You were enjoying it too, weren't you?"

"Maybe we were a bit underhanded, but we're all real No. 18s too. Blame No. 17 for not figuring it out."

Calming down, No. 18 and Dark No. 18 smiled brightly.

They'd occasionally play tricks like this back in the temple, but never had any time been quite as satisfying as just now.

Remembering No. 17's frustrated, furious, but ultimately defeated retreat made them want to laugh again.

"Despicable is despicable! You two nasty fakes!"

"I'm super pissed off now—battle resumes!"

"Well then, let's keep going—our fight isn't over."

Universe 7's No. 18 shouted in anger, but No. 18 and Dark No. 18 didn't mind at all.

Without wasting another word, they erupted with energy and clashed together once more—

To be continued…