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As the narrator delved into the legendary origins of Pangu and the Chaos Demonic Beasts, a wave of realization washed over the countless viewers of the myriad worlds. Through these explanations, the concepts of "Mechanism Monsters" and "Stats Monsters" became terrifyingly clear. By reflecting on their own combat experiences, the warriors of the multiverse gained a profound understanding of these two paths of power.
Tien Shinhan narrowed his eyes as he analyzed the revelation. "So that's the logic behind it. The Armor's Zen Meditation Seal is a mechanism designed to freeze time in the immediate vicinity. But if an opponent's raw stats are high enough, they can exert enough pressure to shatter the seal's influence entirely.
" He paused, looking toward his fellow warriors. "However, there shouldn't be an Ability Beast in existence with stats high enough to pull that off." The other Armor Summoners of the Five Elements nodded solemnly; they had never encountered a foe capable of brute-forcing their way through the Zen Meditation Seal.
In the world of the Great Age of Pirates, Fleet Admiral Sengoku folded his arms. "The specialized powers of certain Devil Fruits function exactly like these mechanisms. But as the narrator implies, if your Haki and physical strength are overwhelming, even the most hax-like Devil Fruit becomes useless.
" Garp let out a booming laugh, clutching his stomach. "Hahahaha! In that case, I'm the ultimate stats monster! I don't need a Fruit to be a menace. Tell me, which Devil Fruit user would dare to stand still and take one of my punches?" While Garp was a mountain of power in his own seas, the scale of the Multiverse made his "stats" seem like a drop in the bucket compared to the monsters currently on screen.
Kurosaki Ichigo gripped the hilt of his blade, his gaze fixed on the projection. "So the narrator is setting the stage. He's implying that Hit is the pinnacle of a mechanism monster, while Jiren is the embodiment of raw stats." Nearby, Duanmu Yan marveled at the display. "Hit is truly terrifying.
Using time to create a parallel dimension to mask his physical presence is a broken ability. To even land a hit on him, you'd have to literally punch through a different layer of reality." Zhang Chulan chimed in, his voice trembling slightly. "The amount of Ki required to break a parallel space is unimaginable. It's not just about power; it's about defying the laws of physics."
Kakashi Hatake adjusted his headband, recalling a grim memory. "I remember Majin Buu once screamed so loud he ripped a hole between the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and the outside world. But with Hit's level of Ki, the parallel space he generates must be infinitely more durable than the walls of the Time Chamber."
In the VIP seating of the Tournament of Power, the God of Destruction Vermoud turned to his rival with a mocking smirk. "Hey, Champa. Why do you think the narrator chose this specific moment to explain this? According to him, mechanisms mean nothing in the face of absolute stats.
Your Hit is all tricks and mechanisms, while our Jiren is pure, unadulterated power. What do you think that says about the outcome?" Champa gritted his teeth, his fur standing on end. "Hmph! Don't get ahead of yourself, Vermoud! Stats can be surpassed. Jiren might not be able to touch what he can't see!"
The narrator's voice resonated once more, cold and authoritative. "Against any other fighter, even a warrior as seasoned as Son Goku, Hit's Time-Skip and dimensional shifting would be an insurmountable wall.
His mechanisms place him at the absolute peak of the multiverse's elite. But unfortunately for him, he is facing Jiren—a pure stats monster who possesses no gimmicks, only formidable, crushing strength."
The video feed intensified. Initially, Jiren's strikes seemed to pass through Hit harmlessly as the assassin remained tucked away in his parallel dimension. Champa cheered wildly, his eyes gleaming with the hope of victory.
But the hope was short-lived. Jiren didn't look for a weakness; he simply flared his burning red aura. With a minor increase in his Ki output, Jiren swung a heavy fist. The very fabric of reality groaned under the pressure, and the parallel space around Hit shattered like glass.
The audience gasped. For anyone else, even Goku in his Ultra Instinct Sign form, hitting the elusive assassin would be a logistical nightmare. But Jiren didn't care about logic. To a monster of pure stats, space and time were just things that broke when hit hard enough.
Hit's stoic expression finally cracked into one of genuine surprise. However, as Universe 6's legendary assassin, he didn't panic. He transitioned into his Time-Skip, darting around Jiren like a ghost, landing invisible strikes that seemed to do no damage. Finally, Hit extended his palm toward Jiren's chest. Ripples of violet energy erupted from Jiren's body, enveloping him in a shimmering purple light.
This wasn't a defensive move from Jiren; it was Hit's ultimate trump card. Every "missed" strike from earlier had been a setup to store time around Jiren's body, culminating in a Temporal Prison. Jiren was frozen, unable to move a single muscle.
But the cost was heavy—Hit had to remain perfectly still to maintain the seal, leaving him unable to attack. For the first time in his career, the lone wolf assassin called out to his teammates. Kale and Cabba rushed forward, unleashing a barrage of energy blasts that pushed the immobile Jiren toward the edge of the arena.
Champa's face lit up with joy while Vermoud's eyes widened in concern. But as Jiren reached the very brink of the ring, the momentum shifted. Without using a single technique, Jiren's sheer presence repelled the attacking Saiyans.
Then, under Hit's horrified gaze, the "frozen" Jiren began to move. He didn't break the seal with a counter-spell; he simply walked.
Step by step, Jiren marched toward Hit through the heavy resistance of the temporal cage. His movements were slow but deliberate, fueled by a Ki so dense it made the concept of time irrelevant. Across the myriad worlds, viewers sat in stunned silence.
They knew Jiren was a monster, but the sight of a man walking through a literal prison of time through sheer physical dominance was a level of power that defied all common sense.