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The Void Arena was ablaze with power as Beerus and Rack continued their fierce clash. Their every strike and counter reverberated through the dimension, filling the air with explosive shockwaves that made even the Gods of Destruction and Angels on the sidelines flinch in awe. Yet, amidst this chaos, high above, Zeno could barely contain his excitement.
He had waited long enough. The thrill of the first Tournament of Power had been too captivating, and now, watching Beerus and Rack, he couldn't resist the idea of gathering all the strongest fighters in the multiverse once more. With a gleeful clap of his hands, he turned to the Grand Priest, his small face lighting up with excitement.
"Grand Priest!" Zeno called out, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "Tell them to stop! I want to talk to them right now!"
The Grand Priest raised an eyebrow, surprised but obliging. "As you wish, my lord." He nodded, extending his hand toward the Void Arena. With a single gesture, his energy flared, freezing the two combatants in place, their movements halted mid-strike. Even the dense, crackling auras of Beerus and Rack stilled as the Grand Priest's command reverberated through the arena.
Beerus blinked, his golden eyes narrowing as he felt the shift. He looked up, spotting the Grand Priest's watchful figure high above. "What's going on? Why stop us now?" he growled, still charged with the intensity of battle.
Rack scowled, his own energy simmering. "Is the fight over already, Beerus? I thought we weren't finished yet."
In that moment, the Grand Priest's voice echoed across the arena, calm but commanding. "Lord Zeno has requested your attention. He has something important to announce to everyone present."
A flicker of confusion passed between Beerus and Rack as they exchanged glances. Meanwhile, the Gods of Destruction, Angels, and the Z Fighters all focused their attention on Zeno, wondering what had inspired such a sudden pause.
Zeno stood up from his throne, his small frame beaming with enthusiasm. "Everyone! I want to see another Tournament of Power!" he announced, his voice high and excited, resonating through the arena. "Watching Beerus and Rack has reminded me of how much fun the first tournament was, with all the strongest fighters from every universe battling it out! I don't want to wait—I want to see it happen again!"
The arena fell silent. Beerus and Rack stared in astonishment, the intensity of their rivalry momentarily overshadowed by the unexpected turn of events. They hadn't anticipated this outcome when they had first clashed. All eyes now turned to the Grand Priest, who nodded and continued Zeno's declaration.
"Lord Zeno has decreed a new Tournament of Power," the Grand Priest announced, his voice ringing clearly. "This tournament will once again bring together the champions from every universe to prove their strength, their skills, and their resolve. And this time…" he paused, his gaze scanning the arena, "the stakes may be even higher."
Goku's eyes lit up, and he clenched his fists in excitement. "Another tournament? This is amazing! I can't wait to see who'll be there!" Vegeta, though initially taken aback, allowed a small smirk to creep onto his face at the thought of facing new and powerful foes.
Beerus crossed his arms, his fierce gaze never leaving Rack. "So, our fight will continue on an even grander stage," he muttered, almost to himself. He knew he couldn't ignore the thrill of the tournament Zeno was proposing, nor the idea of competing against gods and warriors from across the multiverse.
Rack's eyes narrowed, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Very well," he said, his voice a low rumble. "If this is to be the stage of our true battle, I'll gladly show the multiverse the power I was born to wield."
The Grand Priest concluded, "All universes will soon be informed, and preparations will be made. We shall reconvene on a date to be decided by Lord Zeno, in a grand arena worthy of such an event."
Zeno clapped his hands, clearly thrilled. "This is going to be so much fun! I can't wait!"
With the announcement made, the energy in the arena settled, and the combatants' auras slowly faded as they absorbed the news. This tournament would bring about a new era, an unprecedented test of strength that would challenge every fighter who stepped into the arena. Beerus and Rack stood side by side, their rivalry undiminished, but now both warriors' eyes gleamed with anticipation of what lay ahead.
The multiverse would soon be shaken once again.
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