Chapter 274: Fighting Jiren
Then, in a single thunderous step, Dave blasted off the ground—a sonic boom rippling out in all directions as the arena cracked beneath where he stood. Fighters turned their heads, startled by the sudden shift in pressure.
In an instant, Dave was in front of Jiren, fist cocked back—and he let it fly.
Jiren raised his arm just in time, blocking the punch. The impact echoed like a thunderclap, splitting the air and sending a shockwave so massive it threw nearby fighters off their feet. The entire arena tilted under the force.
Dave grinned. "Solid."
Jiren’s eyes narrowed. "You’re stronger than the others."
"I’m just getting started."
The two clashed—fists meeting fists, each blow cratering the ground beneath them, cracking the very fabric of the arena. Each hit from Dave came faster, heavier, and more refined than anything he had used in the tournament so far. But Jiren wasn’t budging.
"That Jiren is something else," Goku said, despite Broly swearing he had barely seen an inch. Vegeta nodded. "Yes, Broly is something else too—but that Jiren was holding on his own... or rather, he might not be feeling anything," he said as he paused to observe the fight.
Suddenly, Dave caught Jiren’s arm and spun, landing a clean roundhouse to Jiren’s chest. The Pride Trooper slid back, boots grinding into the stone, but he didn’t fall.
Dave exhaled, still calm. "You’re good. Really good."
Jiren responded with a silent burst of energy, his aura flaring crimson. He shot forward and delivered a rapid series of blows—Dave dodged most, but one clipped his chin, drawing the first visible mark on his face since the tournament began.