Terrified voices of the Gods of Destruction echoed throughout the World of Void.
And it was no wonder they reacted this way.
Previously, nine universes had been exempted from punishment. For some of the weaker universes, as long as their luck wasn't terrible, securing one of those nine slots hadn't been especially difficult.
Especially since Beerus himself was a lightning rod for resentment—his candidate was practically guaranteed to be eliminated early.
Which meant less competition for everyone else.
But now?
Only two universes could escape punishment.
The intensity of the competition skyrocketed, visible to the naked eye.
"What? Do you have objections?"
The Grand Priest narrowed his eyes as he swept his gaze across them.
"N-no, of course not!"
The Gods of Destruction immediately lowered their heads. How could they dare object?
If the battle among the candidate Gods of Destruction still left a sliver of hope to avoid punishment, openly contradicting the Grand Priest would lead to only one outcome—
Erasure.
At this moment, aside from Beerus, every God of Destruction was drowning in anxiety.
They were suddenly at a loss, unsure how they could possibly avoid punishment in the coming chaotic battle.
Rely on their own candidate to fight all the way to the end?
A twelve-universe free-for-all carried far too many unknown variables.
Even Universe 11, or those universes boasting human-level indices above seven, couldn't confidently say they would claim one of the final two slots.
At that moment
Champa suddenly appeared beside Beerus and nudged his shoulder.
"What?"
Beerus's lips curled slightly upward.
Champa clenched his teeth. "You know exactly what."
"If you don't say it, how would I know?"
Beerus bared his fangs in a grin.
Hearing this, Champa trembled with rage—this scrawny skeleton was taking advantage of the situation!
"Brother!"
Champa silently mouthed the words at Beerus: "Save me!!!"
Fortunately, there were two punishment-free slots. Aside from Gran, the remaining one could be Hit—as long as Gran was willing to lend a hand.
In this situation, only Gran could help him.
"Hahahaha!"
Beerus laughed with genuine delight. So the fatso finally had a day where he needed him.
With so many eyes watching, Beerus didn't say anything—he just kept laughing.
Though Champa received no verbal reply, he understood his brother perfectly.
That meant yes.
With Gran involved, wasn't this practically guaranteed?
"Hehehe!"
Champa couldn't help but grin foolishly.
The bizarre behavior of these two brothers left the other Gods of Destruction utterly confused.
What exactly were those two scheming?
Unlike the others, Rumsshi had once learned about certain details of Universe 7 from Kusu long ago. At this moment, he couldn't help but envy Champa.
Why wasn't he the one who shared a brotherly bond with Beerus? Then he could've cooperated with Beerus's candidate!
Damn it all!
Kusu naturally noticed the dark expression on her God of Destruction's face. She also understood that with Gran present, the true protagonist of this battle could only be Gran alone.
Given the relationship between Beerus and Champa, her own God of Destruction was destined to lose.
Still, she didn't dwell on it. Ultimately, this was a matter between the Gods of Destruction.
"Father, then what is your second purpose for gathering the Gods of Destruction here?"
Kusu asked.
Every God of Destruction and Angel present perked up their ears.
"The second purpose…"
The Grand Priest suddenly rose into the air.
Everyone immediately followed.
Hovering ten thousand meters above the arena, the Grand Priest spoke calmly:
"This arena was built by me. However, I'm not entirely sure how sturdy it is, so…"
He scanned his surroundings before shifting his gaze to Beerus.
"I hope you can help me test it."
Boom!
A tidal wave of shock surged through the hearts of the Gods of Destruction.
So that was the real reason the Grand Priest had summoned them—to have the twelve Gods of Destruction fight.
At the same time, joy bubbled up uncontrollably.
The Omni-King had long issued an order forbidding private combat between Gods of Destruction.
Their battles were catastrophic—once Gods of Destruction clashed, an entire universe could be wiped out with ease.
But now?
This was different.
The Grand Priest represented the Omni-King himself.
If the Grand Priest allowed it, then they could finally fight to their hearts' content.
Especially since—
Beerus was here.
Back then, the other eleven had once ganged up on Beerus together, yet still failed to defeat him. It was an unspeakable humiliation.
After so many years, their strength had grown tremendously.
Now, they could finally have their revenge.
"Crap…"
Beerus noticed the ill-intentioned smiles spreading across their faces. The scene felt eerily familiar.
Was he about to be gang-beaten again?
"Grand Priest… do we really have to fight?"
Beerus looked toward him, stubborn enough to voice his thoughts out loud.
"What do you think?"
The Grand Priest's smile never faded. Serves you right for being so arrogant earlier… and for corrupting Whis.
"I—"
Beerus was about to continue when Champa suddenly flew over and clamped a hand over his mouth.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Champa growled.
"..."
Cold sweat instantly drenched Beerus's back. He had actually dared to argue with the Grand Priest.
"Since no one has objections, you may begin."
With a casual wave of his hand, the Grand Priest sent all the Gods of Destruction back down to the arena.
Above the void, only the Angels and Little Broly remained.
"Father, is this little one truly the same type of physique as Odys?"
With the Gods of Destruction gone, Vados relaxed noticeably. She floated over to Whis, lifting Little Broly up and examining him from left to right.
The Angels once again focused their attention on the child.
"That's right."
The Grand Priest maintained his elegant smile.
Cognac glanced at Whis and said gently,
"Odys's story really is quite legendary. I didn't expect Whis to find a genius like this as well."
Marcarita, staff in hand, added,
"It's just unclear whether Whis can resolve the drawbacks of this physique. If he succeeds, Universe 7 may produce another truly terrifying powerhouse."
"Oh ho ho~"
Whis covered his mouth and chuckled softly.
"Dear brothers and sisters, there's no need to worry about me. You should focus more on whether your Gods of Destruction can defeat Lord Beerus."
The moment those words fell—
The Angels all turned their gazes toward the massive arena below, where the Gods of Destruction now stood upon a vast desert.
Given Beerus's popularity, they all knew how this would end—
One versus eleven.
Beerus had experienced this once before, yet he still emerged as the last one standing.
That fact alone was astonishing.
"Whis, back then Lord Beerus and Lord Quitela were both only at the early stage of the Seventh Tier of the Divine Realm,"
Awamo, the Angel of Universe 1, said casually as he looked down at the two below.
"Judging by your tone just now… has Lord Beerus broken through again?"
Cognac and the others narrowed their eyes.
That battle had taken place tens of millions of years ago.
With Beerus's talent, making another breakthrough wouldn't be surprising at all.
However
Given Beerus's notoriously lazy nature, if he had spent all those years sleeping, then it was hard to say.
"Whether he's broken through or not—just watch."
Whis gently set Little Broly back at his side and smiled.
"So mysterious?"
The Angels frowned, then looked toward the Grand Priest, hoping to glean an answer from him.
Marcarita tested the waters.
"Father, who do you think will be the last one standing in this battle?"
"I merely asked them to test the durability of the arena,"
the Grand Priest said with a shake of his head.
"As for who stands at the end—I don't concern myself with that."
His meaning was clear: if you want to know, watch for yourselves.
The Angels: "..."
END OF CHAPTER
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