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"Hahahahaha!"
Vermoud, the God of Destruction of Universe 11, erupted into a boisterous, mocking laughter that echoed through the stands. He turned a smug gaze toward Beerus, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Besides being the captain of our Pride Troopers, Beerus, Toppo holds another identity. He is the official candidate for the next God of Destruction of Universe 11. Which means... in this very moment, he has ascended! He is a God of Destruction!"
As Vermoud's words landed, the atmosphere in the Universe 7 spectator stands shifted instantly. Faces grew pale as a heavy, suffocating silence took hold. They had all witnessed Beerus's terrifying, nonchalant display of power; the very title 'God of Destruction' carried a weight that felt like a death sentence.
If Toppo had truly reached that divine echelon, how could Frieza—who had spent his entire resurrection trembling in the shadow of Beerus—possibly hope to stand against him?
Across the Heavens and the Myriad Worlds, the sudden surge of Godly Ki sent shockwaves through the dimensions. In the Hidden Leaf Village, Kakashi Hatake adjusted his headband, his lone eye wide with realization. "An apprentice God of Destruction... it's just like Zamasu.
One was a trainee Supreme Kai, and this Toppo is the equivalent for a Destroyer." Nearby, Naruto Uzumaki gritted his teeth, feeling the sheer pressure even through the screen. "This is bad. We can't even trade one-for-one with Toppo now. Between Jiren and a God of Destruction, how is Universe 7 supposed to survive this?!"
In the world of Armor Hero, Duanmu Yan felt a cold sweat break out. "I thought Universe 7 had all the luck, but Universe 11's 'cheat code' is on a whole different level! How do you fight two monsters like that?" Tien Shinhan, watching with a warrior's focus, voiced the question on everyone's mind: "Between this new Toppo and Jiren... who is actually stronger?" Li Haotian nodded in agreement. "It has to be Toppo, right? He's reached the level of a God!"
"No," Beerus interjected sharply, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed the screen. "He has only just crossed the threshold. His power has skyrocketed, yes, but he is still no match for Jiren." With the seasoned insight of a veteran deity, Beerus saw what the mortals couldn't. Even now, Jiren hadn't shown his true depths.
Furthermore, Beerus knew that true Destruction power required centuries of refinement. While Toppo was formidable enough to crush Golden Frieza, he was still a fledging compared to a true Destroyer.
Frustrated, Beerus began typing furiously on the inter-dimensional chat. "@Frieza, you arrogant fool! Why did you have to mock him?! If you had just eliminated him when you had the chance, we wouldn't be in this mess!" Frieza, seeing the notification, kept his mouth shut, though his eyes flashed with inward resentment. He didn't take the lecture to heart; in his mind, gloating over a defeated foe was simply the privilege of the strong. How was he to know the 'trash' could suddenly tap into the power of the gods?
Vermoud chimed back in, his digital tone dripping with sarcasm. "Hahaha! Beerus, you really should thank your Frieza. Toppo's unwavering sense of justice was the only thing holding him back from his true potential. Destruction and Justice are often at odds, but Frieza's insults finally pushed him to cast aside his convictions. He has abandoned everything just to win!"
In the real-time Universe 11, at the Pride Troopers' headquarters, the actual Toppo watched his onscreen counterpart with a heavy heart. "Did I truly cast aside my justice?" he whispered. While he felt the same burning anger toward Frieza's disrespect, he realized he hadn't reached that breaking point yet.
He was an observer, not the man pushed to the brink in a tournament for survival. He looked at his transformed state—the purple aura, the Hakai energy rippling through his bulk—and felt a strange mix of pride and trepidation. He wanted to test that power against Jiren, but he wondered if the price of 'Destruction' was one he was truly ready to pay.
Back in the video, the tide turned with brutal efficiency. Frieza, still clinging to his ego, underestimated the divine pressure radiating from Toppo. The retaliation was swift and merciless. Toppo lunged, catching Frieza in a vice-like grip, his hand nearly crushing the tyrant's skull. "Just as you said," Toppo growled, his voice distorted by Godly Ki, "trash should stay where trash belongs." With a flick of his wrist, he tossed Frieza aside like a broken doll.
Android 17 stepped in, attempting to bridge the gap with tactical brilliance. He used the crumbling arena to his advantage, detonating energy to bury Toppo under tons of katchin-hardened rock. It was a masterclass in strategic combat, but it was futile. A localized burst of Hakai energy simply erased the debris from existence. Exhausted and battered, 17 fell to his knees, waiting for the end.
But the final blow never came. A stray beam of energy forced Toppo to pivot. Frieza, having dropped out of his Golden Form due to the sheer physical trauma, stood shakily to his feet. He hadn't fled. In a rare display of necessity over pride, the tyrant signaled to the cyborg.
Just as he had teamed up with Gohan to take down Dyspo, Frieza now stood side-by-side with Android 17, two unlikely allies preparing for a desperate final stand against the God of Destruction. Akira, watching the tactical shift, realized this was no longer a battle of strength—it was a battle for survival.