Super Template System In Marvel and Beyond

Beerus leaned forward, silent.

"And here I thought Goku was the best," he smirked, then added, "Saiyans... what a magnificent race."

Whis nodded. "Still, that Ultra Instinct is half-baked. He might need more work to fully reach that state."

Beerus grunted in agreement, his eyes never leaving the battlefield.

Dave advanced through the dust and smoke—battle-worn, aura flickering, but still standing.

Jiren hovered above, silent, eyes narrowed. His chest rose and fell heavily. Dave had outlasted him in a test of endurance—and worse, he’d pushed Jiren harder than even the God of Destruction of his own Universe.

But Jiren wasn’t done.

He closed his eyes. For a moment, everything went still.

Then—

BOOM.

A pulse of pressure exploded outward from Jiren, darker and deeper than before. His crimson aura sharpened, focusing into blades of energy licking upward like wild flames. His body surged—not growing in size, but refining, compacting every ounce of power.