...
Although the food here was delicious, compared to the Universal Martial Arts Tournament, the tournament was still more important.
After all, the Universal Martial Arts Tournament was connected to the Mortal Level, and the Mortal Level was directly related to whether their Universes would survive or be erased.
In the vast expanse of the cosmos...
More than a dozen streaks of light flashed across the void!
They soon arrived at the edge of the Seventh Universe, and Beerus led everyone out.
Outside the Seventh Universe was a pitch-black expanse.
Although it looked very similar to the Null Realm, it wasn't the true Null Realm. It still existed within space.
There was simply nothing else here.
Only empty space remained, devoid of any matter.
"Beerus, why did you bring us here?" Heles asked.
The other Gods of Destruction also looked at him.
Beerus glanced around, the corners of his mouth curling upward.
"You're all just sitting around doing nothing anyway."
"???"
The Gods of Destruction instantly widened their eyes.
They had absolutely no idea what Beerus was talking about.
Champa seemed to have guessed what Beerus meant. He clutched his stomach and burst into laughter.
Champa's reaction only made the other Gods of Destruction even more confused.
At the same time, an ominous feeling rose in their hearts.
"Beerus, what exactly are you planning?"
"Since you all have nothing better to do, why don't you help Champa and me build the tournament arena for our two Universes?"
Beerus struggled to suppress his laughter.
"What?!"
The Gods of Destruction immediately cried out in shock.
Sidra gritted his teeth.
"I knew you weren't up to any good!"
Belmod roared.
"Beerus, what do you take us for?"
Rumsshi snorted coldly.
"Forget it! Don't even think about it. We aren't helping you!"
"..."
The other Gods of Destruction also rejected Beerus's request one after another.
Belmod, the God of Destruction of the Fourth Universe, remained silent.
From the moment he arrived in the Seventh Universe until now, he hadn't expressed his opinion even once.
Perhaps because he had become the weakest God of Destruction in the entire Zeno Universe, he deliberately kept his presence as low as possible.
Beerus's gaze lingered on Belmod for a moment before he looked at everyone else.
"Fine. Since all of you refuse, I won't force you."
As soon as Beerus said this, the other Gods of Destruction looked at one another.
Given Beerus's personality, he usually wouldn't stop until he achieved his goal.
So why had he changed his mind so easily this time?
Champa was also looking at Beerus suspiciously.
"Then Champa and I will build the tournament arena ourselves."
Beerus clasped his hands behind his back and sighed.
"It's just that there will be an enormous number of mortals participating this time. We'll have to build a great many arenas."
"But if we do that, we'll have to spend a huge amount of time working on them."
Beerus paused.
The corners of his mouth curled upward.
"If you're not in a hurry, then just wait patiently for Champa and me to finish building all these arenas."
"I estimate that we'll be able to officially hold the Universal Martial Arts Tournament in about ten thousand years."
"Ten thousand years?!"
The Gods of Destruction cried out in shock once again.
It wasn't surprising that they reacted so strongly.
Ten thousand years was precisely the time limit Lord Zeno had given them.
Beerus bringing it up now...
Wasn't that basically a threat?
"Beerus, how can you be so damn vicious?"
Mummy Arak clenched his fists tightly.
"If you wait ten thousand years to hold this tournament, aren't you deliberately trying to get us killed?"
"Then why don't you help me build the arenas?"
Beerus folded his arms and looked at them disdainfully.
"Since you refuse to help, all you can do is wait."
"You...!"
The Gods of Destruction were so furious that their faces twisted.
Seeing this, Champa finally understood what Beerus had been doing.
So this was his strategy of retreating in order to advance!
He had to admit...
This skinny bag of bones was really clever!
"Fine! We'll help you!"
Liquiir exchanged glances with the other Gods of Destruction before finally stepping forward.
He spoke through clenched teeth.
Judging from his expression, he looked like he wanted to skin Beerus alive and tear him limb from limb.
But in truth, they had no choice.
The initiative wasn't in their hands.
They could only agree.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to learn the essence of the Seventh Universe's Universal Martial Arts Tournament, let alone improve their Mortal Levels!
"Then thank you very much!"
Beerus gave them an insincere apology.
Whis and Vados couldn't help bursting into laughter.
The other Angels all covered their faces.
Their own Gods of Destruction were constantly being manipulated and extorted by others.
It was truly frustrating.
And truly embarrassing.
"Beerus, what about you?" Heles angrily demanded.
"Don't tell me you're going to make us build the arenas while you go back to sleep?"
"Of course not. I'm not that shameless."
The moment Beerus finished speaking...
Champa, who was standing Belmodde him, couldn't help rolling his eyes.
Not that shameless?
Do you even have any shame left?
"I'm going to have them register right now. I'll leave the arena construction to you."
"Hmph. Then what are you waiting for?"
"Fine."
Since the others wanted to observe every detail of how the tournament was organized, Beerus didn't leave this area of space.
After all, if he left, Belmod and the others would certainly follow him.
Beerus retreated some distance away.
Whis, Vados, and Champa followed closely behind him.
They were still within the sight of all the Gods of Destruction.
"Whis, immediately announce this to the entire Seventh Universe."
"As long as anyone wants to participate in the Universal Martial Arts Tournament, all they need to do is raise their hands!"
After giving Whis his instructions, Beerus turned toward Vados.
Vados didn't respond immediately.
Instead, she turned her head and glanced at Champa.
After all, Champa was her "master."
"Vados, listen to Beerus," Champa said with a nod.
"Understood!"
And so...
Whis and Vados each moved to the edge of their respective Universes.
They raised their staffs.
A moment later!
Two majestic, divine voices resounded throughout the Sixth and Seventh Universes.
"The three-year period has ended. Registration for the Universal Martial Arts Tournament now begins!"
"Anyone who wishes to participate in the Universal Martial Arts Tournament only needs to raise their hand!"
.....
At the edge of the Seventh Universe, within a tribal civilization...
A young man lay dejectedly on a large stone, staring at the sky.
He murmured to himself:
"I really want to participate in that Universal Martial Arts Tournament... But why did it turn out to be fake?"
The next second!
Whis's voice descended from the heavens.
"This is..."
The young man's expression changed.
He immediately sat upright and pricked up his ears, listening carefully.
"It's here!!"
"Hahahaha!!"
"Father! The news the clan leader brought back all those years ago wasn't fake! I can participate in the tournament!"
The young man immediately ran toward his home.
Before long, the entire tribe erupted into excitement.
...
Elsewhere in the Seventh Universe was a plant-based intelligent civilization.
Every inhabitant there was a talking plant.
Gran had once visited this civilization to observe it.
As Whis's voice spread across the area...
BOOM!
One plant after another shot into the sky from within the forest.
Their bodies were enveloped in white, liquid-like ki.
They all raised their heads, their faces filled with excitement.
"It's finally here!"
"I've waited for so long! I thought the news was fake. Now we can finally compete against the powerhouses from the other Universes!"
"Hahaha! I'll definitely show the other Universes just how powerful our Universe is!"
"..."
Judging from the auras radiating from these plant-based intelligent lifeforms, every one of them possessed a combat power of more than 10,000.
If Gran were here, he would remember that three years ago, the combat power of these plant-based intelligent lifeforms had only been around one or two thousand.
The Universal Martial Arts Tournament hadn't even officially begun, yet it had already produced such an astonishing effect.
Once the tournament was actually held...
The results would be unimaginable!
...
END OF CHAPTER
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