Chapter 278: Tournament Final
The battlefield was in ruins.
Cracks stretched across what little remained of the floating arena, now reduced to fragmented platforms hovering in a storm of shattered stone and seething energy.
Dave sat silently in the stands, bloodied but alert, watching with tense eyes.
He had given everything—and now the fate of Universe 7 rested not on his strength, but on the warriors who still stood.
Goku. Frieza. Android 17. Piccolo. Gohan. Vegeta
Six remained.
Each battered. Each worn. Each scarred by the impossible gauntlet of enemies they had overcome.
Opposite them, warriors from Universes 11, 6, and 4 had fallen one by one—erased in blinding light.
The final battles were brutal.
Gohan and Piccolo had fought together in a masterful symphony of strategy and instinct—defeating the remaining stealth fighters from Universe 4. When Gohan sacrificed his position to eliminate Damon in a trap, Piccolo dragged him back from the brink and helped hold the line.
Frieza, quiet and cold as ever, had struck from the shadows—blasting Universe 6’s last survivor in the back after a long war of attrition. He smirked as they vanished into erasure, a twisted sense of satisfaction behind his golden eyes.