"That... well..." Toppo squeezed his eyes shut.
Jiren paid him no mind.
"Jiren, the reason I called you here is because I hope you can spar with this probationary God of Destruction from Universe 10, Vegeta," Marikado said, stepping forward to address Jiren.
As he spoke, Marikado gestured towards Vegeta.
Jiren's gaze immediately turned to Vegeta, his eyes calm.
A brief silence followed.
"Not interested," Jiren replied, shaking his head in firm refusal.
Marikado: "..."
Marikado felt completely disheartened.
Did this Jiren not even give me face?
"Defeat him, and name your price," Marikado whispered, lowering his voice.
"You know, my greatest wish is to resurrect my master, Jie Qing," Jiren stated.
"Alright, as long as you defeat him, I will find a way to revive your master," Marikado mused.
"What way do you have?" Jiren asked.
Marikado: "..."
"Can you not make things difficult for me? I will find a way, leave it to me," Marikado promised.
"As long as I defeat him, you will find a way to resurrect my master?" Jiren inquired again.
"Indeed," Marikado nodded gravely.
"Very well, I believe you," Jiren said, taking a deep breath and agreeing.
Since Lord Marikado was willing to help revive his master.
Then the chance would be greater.
He would help him with this fight.
"Swish! Swish!"
Just then, Cuss and Margarita also appeared on the scene in a flash.
It was Margarita who had contacted Jiren earlier with the scepter.
This was why Jiren had rushed over so quickly from afar.
"My, my... it seems the competition is still to continue," Cuss smiled.
"Lord Marikado, how many more years are you planning for this?" Margarita asked with a smile.
"Hmph, another thousand years. If Jiren loses this time, I will work for Rumush for a thousand years!" Marikado declared with a snort.
"And if you win?" Margarita asked.
"If I win, the previous hundred years will be wiped clean," Marikado ground out through gritted teeth.
Margarita: "..."
"So, whether Lord Marikado wins or loses, he doesn't gain anything favorable..." Margarita sighed helplessly.
Marikado felt a pang in his heart.
Margarita, can you refrain from saying such truthful things?
This is too much...
It's as if I gain nothing even if I win.
"Lord Marikado, actually, if Mr. Jiren wins, you could try a different kind of competition," Margarita whispered into Marikado's ear.
"Oh? Such as?" Marikado's eyes lit up.
"For example, I heard that the Supreme Kai of Universe 10 also has a disciple," Margarita said with a smile. "You could completely have the disciples of the Supreme Kais spar."
"But... our Universe 11's Supreme Kai is in his prime and hasn't taken a disciple yet," Marikado shook his head.
"It's not too late to take one now," Margarita smiled. "For instance, Mr. Toppo down there is quite suitable."
Marikado's eyes gleamed.
This was a good idea.
Have Supreme Kai Gowasu take Toppo as his disciple, and then have Toppo fight the disciple of Universe 10's Supreme Kai.
This way, he might be able to win back his losses.
Never mind, he couldn't worry about that now.
First, he needed to ensure Jiren won this match quickly.
"You two... you may begin," Marikado said with a smile.
With Jiren here, that brat Vegeta wouldn't be able to cause much trouble.
"Go, Jiren!" Toppo cheered for Jiren.
Jiren glanced at Toppo, a deep look in his eyes.
This youngster had managed to defeat Toppo.
He was quite remarkable.
However, he was still far from my level.
"We can begin, come on," Jiren beckoned to Vegeta.
Vegeta remained with his hands in his pockets, showing no intention of taking them out.
"The battle begins!" Marikado shouted.
Rumush took a deep breath.
A new round of battle was about to commence.
He wondered if Vegeta could win him another thousand years.
"I'll try this move," Vegeta said, his tail twitching slightly. The tip of his tail aimed at Jiren from a distance.
Jiren looked at Vegeta expressionlessly.
"Whew whew whew!"
The next moment, streams of light shot out from Vegeta's tail.
These streams of light whistled towards Jiren's location.
Seeing the rapidly approaching fiery red streams of light, Jiren let out a cold snort and swatted them away one by one with a palm strike, sending them scattering.
Jiren easily neutralized the flames emanating from Vegeta.
"Swish!"
Vegeta's figure flickered, vanishing from his spot.
In an instant, Vegeta appeared behind Jiren.
"Bang!"
Vegeta leaped and kicked towards Jiren's back.
Jiren seemed to have anticipated this. He lightly raised his right hand and tilted his body slightly, blocking Vegeta's incoming kick.
"Slap!"
Jiren's large hand shot forward and grabbed Vegeta's ankle.
Then, Jiren spun Vegeta around by his ankle.
One rotation!
Two rotations!
Three rotations!
"Slap!"
After just three rotations, Jiren suddenly felt his grip loosen, as if something had flown away.
Jiren blinked in surprise and then his eyes widened in astonishment.
Jiren was shocked to find that all he was holding was a leg.
Vegeta's body had disappeared.
What was going on?
"Bang!"
Vegeta fell rapidly from the air, his single foot kicking towards Jiren's crown.
Jiren's reaction was swift. Sensing the situation above, he immediately raised an arm to block Vegeta's attack.
"Bang!"
Jiren then retaliated with a backhand slap, sending Vegeta flying backward.
"Slap!"
As Vegeta was sent flying, he immediately regenerated his severed leg.
Jiren frowned slightly.
"My, my, what strange fighting styles are these?" Margarita exclaimed.
Cuss also covered her forehead, looking utterly helpless.
"This fighting style might seem novel, but it's utterly useless," Marikado scoffed from the side.
Rumush remained silent.
Rumush had also noticed that this Jiren was no simple opponent.
Vegeta had been fighting him for several minutes and hadn't gained any advantage.
Also, Vegeta, you little brat, get your hands out of your pockets.
Even now, your hands are still in your pockets!
"Not bad, you are indeed stronger than I imagined," Jiren said with a smile, looking at Vegeta.
"I think so too," Vegeta replied with a smile.
"Now, can you take your hands out of your pockets?" Jiren asked with a light smile.