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The battle raged on within the Void Arena, shaking the very fabric of the dimension. Beerus and Rack were locked in fierce combat, each one testing the limits of the other's strength in a relentless storm of energy, skill, and willpower.
High above in his throne room, Zeno watched in sheer excitement, his face a mixture of amazement and wonder. Every move, every powerful clash of their attacks, sent a thrill through him that he hadn't felt in a long time. The ferocity of Beerus and Rack's fight reminded him of the Tournament of Power—the first time he'd seen warriors from across the multiverse collide in one grand arena, all for survival and glory.
"That fight was so much fun," Zeno murmured, his gaze still locked on the battle. "I got to see so many universes and their strongest fighters…"
The Grand Priest raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Zeno's wistful tone. "The Tournament of Power was indeed an extraordinary event, my lord," he said softly. "An occasion that united the multiverse and revealed champions from every corner."
Zeno's eyes sparkled as he recalled the past tournament, where fighters like Goku, Jiren, and Hit had showcased abilities that left him breathless with excitement. In that tournament, he'd seen unimaginable strength, resilience, and transformation, all pushing the boundaries of what he thought was possible. Goku's Ultra Instinct had been a revelation, a glimpse into something greater, and Jiren's unyielding power had been unforgettable.
"Maybe… maybe we could do that again?" Zeno mused aloud, his voice full of wonder. "Another tournament! We could have all the strongest fighters come back and fight again!" He clapped his hands in excitement, his eyes filled with renewed enthusiasm.
The Grand Priest nodded thoughtfully, observing his lord's sudden inspiration. "An idea worth considering, my lord. The previous tournament sparked remarkable growth across the universes, and perhaps a second could bring even more."
As Zeno continued to reminisce, down in the arena, the battle had only intensified. Beerus and Rack's powers were now in full display, with the entire Void Arena shuddering under their force. The spectators—the Gods of Destruction, Angels, and even the Z Fighters—watched with awe as the two warriors unleashed attacks that seemed to bend the very laws of reality.
Rack laughed, his red and purple aura flaring wildly as he unleashed a devastating barrage of energy blasts. "Is that all you've got, Beerus? I thought you were supposed to be the Destroyer of Universe 7!"
Beerus's golden eyes flashed as he countered with an explosive burst of his own power, matching Rack's attack head-on. "I've been waiting for an opponent like you, Rack! But if you think I'm going to hold back, you're sorely mistaken!"
The shockwaves from their clash rippled through the void, and Zeno watched, fascinated by the strength of the two gods. His excitement for the idea of another tournament only grew as he imagined all the universes sending their champions once again, all striving for supremacy in one ultimate battle.
"Grand Priest," Zeno said suddenly, his voice filled with conviction, "I want to see all the universes fight again. I want to see another Tournament of Power!"
The Grand Priest smiled, bowing his head slightly. "Then, my lord, when this battle concludes, perhaps we shall begin to prepare the arrangements. Another tournament could provide an opportunity for each universe to display how far they've come since the last."
Zeno nodded eagerly, his gaze returning to the Void Arena where Beerus and Rack's battle showed no sign of ending. Both fighters were relentless, their attacks fueled by a deep, unspoken rivalry that had only intensified as they fought.
For now, Zeno was content to watch, his heart racing with anticipation. But he knew that after this, there would be another spectacle on the horizon, an event that would bring together the greatest fighters from every corner of existence once more.
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