Let's start by picking on the weak.

Chapter 264 Let's start by picking on the weak.

Sun Mo scoffed, "Ignore him. If our universe is gone, it's gone too!"

Frieza knows his own position best.

Beerus snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, whatever tricks he dares to play, I'll ruin them first—"

At that moment, Sun Zhuo noticed the eleventh universe, with ten guys in bodysuits.

"Hey, look over there, that guy seems pretty strong!"

Whis nodded and said, "Yes, that's Jiren, the legendary being whose power surpasses even that of a God of Destruction!"

Sun Zhuo gasped and said, "No wonder, even though he was standing among a bunch of ridiculous people, his aura was still unaffected. I knew he must be extraordinary."

Sun Mo laughed and said, "I was wondering how you could sense his strength; so that's how you judged it!"

Sun Zhuo scratched his head and laughed, "Of course, everyone has their own heretical cultivation method!"

We must stay far away from him then and pick on the weakest one first.

Master Roshi laughed and said, "Son Taku, your personality is completely opposite to your father's!"

Soon, Zeno arrived, and it was time for the match.

The gods all returned to their seats.

Only the contestants remained on the field.

The high priest hovered high in the sky and announced, "Welcome to the Tournament of Power!"

"Well then, let me explain the competition rules again—"

"The match is limited to 100 taks. The central pillar will continue to descend over time. The match ends when the pillar and the ring are parallel."

The use of weapons, items, etc., other than magic is prohibited, and the opponent cannot be killed.

Otherwise, you will be disqualified from the competition!

Furthermore, to win, you only need to knock your opponent out of the arena. Players who fall to a certain height will be teleported directly to the stands, so don't worry.

"So, are all the contestants ready?"

Everyone was fully focused.

Seeing that everyone was ready, the High Priest announced loudly, "Then, the Tournament of Power shall now begin!"

"Whoosh!"

In the blink of an eye, the people of Universe 7 scattered and jumped away, each going to find an opponent to fight.

Teamwork?

nonexistent!

The contestants from Universe 7 were almost all capable of taking on a hundred opponents single-handedly, and everyone was filled with excitement.

Warriors from other universes clenched their fists, adopting the most rigorous and cautious starting stance.

"It's coming!"

Android 17 first targeted several boxer-like fighters from Universe 10 and charged straight at them.

Kick, then slam dunk!

Compared to number 17, that person was no match at all. In just one round, the opponent was knocked away and thrown off the stage.

The other contestants from Universe 10 were shocked.

"Alisam!!"

The next instant, the person disappeared from below the arena and was teleported to the audience seats of the tenth universe.

Angel Kex, God of Destruction Rumsey, and Supreme Kai Govas all looked at Alexsam in shock.

"So, after falling, you end up here?" Kris asked incredulously.

Rumsey's forehead veins bulged as he roared, "Damn it, why did you come down at the very beginning? You shameless bastard!"

"hateful----"

Govas looked at Number 17 on the stage and murmured, "That's a warrior from Universe 7—his strength is indeed formidable."

Krystal nodded and said, "I heard that it was the warriors from their universe who took down the ambitious Zamasu!"

"It was only after saving the world that Beerus was able to resurrect the gods!"

Rumsey said, "Damn it, why are they targeting us? Are they still complaining about our universe's apprentice Supreme Kai?"

Kess glanced at the other warriors, whose overwhelming strength was being used to pick on the weak, and suddenly understood.

"That doesn't seem to be the case. Their strategy appears to be to first find weaker opponents to fight—"

Rumsey:

What, do we humans in our universe look weak?

On the 17th, upon discovering how easily it had been accomplished, a sense of contempt arose within him.

"Looks like this universe isn't all that impressive. I didn't even have to exert any force before he fell out—"

Another warrior from Universe 10 was enraged.

"Damn it, you dare underestimate our universe? Take this!"

A muscular man threw a punch at number 17.

Number 17 raised his hand to block, easily grasping the other person's fist.

"Just as I expected!"

The next moment, the muscular man launched a fierce attack on number 17.

Number 17 casually swayed his body twice, effortlessly dodging the opponent's attack.

"Go down!"

Before the opponent could retract his attack, number 17 kicked out, sending the man flying backward.

Just as the muscular man was about to fall off the ring, a birdman from the tenth universe grabbed him, carried him into the air, and brought him back to the ring.

"Phew, I'm saved—"

"Thank goodness you have wings!"

In an instant, everyone in the Tenth Universe held their breath.

"So close—"

Rumsey roared, "Hey, guys, step it up! How could you let the same person from Universe 7 defeat you?!"

Seeing that the other person had been rescued on the 17th, I felt a little regretful.

"What a pity, they actually managed to be rescued—"

Birdman continued to fly into the sky, and the muscular man once again assumed the starting stance, staring directly at number 17.

However, at that moment, Frieza appeared out of nowhere and kicked the muscular man who was very close to the edge of the ring.

"ah----"

"Whoosh!"

Another person from Universe 10 fell out of the ring and was teleported to the audience.

Frieza glanced at Number 17 and grinned slyly, "Oh ho ho ho, did I just step on something?"

Now, Frieza isn't an enemy, he's an ally, and he actually seems more reliable.

Number 17 withdrew his gaze and continued searching for his next opponent.

Seeing that No. 17 had gotten the first kill, No. 18 was looking around for easy targets to take advantage of.

But as the most beautiful woman in the ring, she herself looked like a frail woman.

Before she could even find an opponent, several burly men set their sights on her.

"Hehehehe————"

"Such a pretty little girl, I really can't bear to hurt her. Just let her fall off the stage obediently—"

Number 18 was taken aback for a moment, and then several muscular men surrounded her.

She tossed a strand of hair and laughed, "I'm glad I look so young, but I'm no longer a delicate little girl!"

As he spoke, Number 18 flashed forward and kicked at the largest, mountain-like man.

"Well----"

The burly man, a mountain of flesh, let out a miserable groan. His massive body was powerless to resist and he retreated repeatedly.

Number 18 continued his pursuit, raining blows on the Mountain of Flesh with punches and kicks like a machine gun.

"Wow!"

The mountain of flesh-like warrior screamed and fell off the arena.

Ribriand from the Second Universe witnessed this scene, his eyes trembled, and he said angrily, "Damn it!"

Our contestant was actually knocked out of the ring by such an ugly woman! How unbecoming!

Roger said, "Let's deal with that ugly woman!"

On the 18th, he noticed seven or eight people surrounding him. Not daring to be careless, he immediately slipped into a densely populated area.

The people of Universe 2 lost their target and had no choice but to give up for the time being.

While everyone else was looking for an easy target, Sun Wukong wandered into the territory of the eleventh universe.

"Jiren, come and fight me!"

The warriors of the Pride Squad stood in front of Jiren.

Tuopo said, "I'll deal with this guy!"

After saying that, Tuopo threw a punch at Wukong.

Wukong did not transform, and by the time he realized that the opponent's power was irresistible, it was already too late.

With a miserable groan, he was sent flying backward.

He wanted to use the Flying Technique, but then realized that flying was forbidden.

Sun Mo was observing his surroundings when he noticed this scene. He immediately teleported close to the flying Wukong and kicked him onto the arena.

Wukong landed on the arena and breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"Phew, that really startled me! Thanks!"

Sun Mo snorted and said, "Hmph, stop acting so nonchalant and be serious."

There are many skilled fighters in the ring; one wrong move and you'll be defeated.

Now is not the time for one-on-one combat; let's take down those small fry first!

Sun Wukong couldn't actually fall. He had planned to use the Kamehameha to counterattack, but it would have been too exhausting, so he hadn't used it yet.

He nodded: "Understood, then I'll go try to find Hit—"

Sun Mo: