"What practice?" Tarola gnashed her teeth, her face full of confusion.
"You will understand later." Kale smiled even more happily. "Once more."
Tarola: "..."
Soya: "????"
What are you practicing?
What mischief is Kale brewing over there?
This isn't important, let me see where Vados has gotten to?
Soya immediately used his powerful perception ability to scan through cosmic space.
After this exploration, Soya quickly sensed Vados's location.
When he saw Vados's location, Soya was immediately speechless.
He saw Vados on a planet, freeloading food and drinks, eating very happily.
Soya: "..."
Didn't she say she was coming to Planet Vegeta?
Did she find a Planet of Gourmet Food along the way?
From the current situation, it seems Vados won't be able to come for a while.
Forget about her for now.
The competition lasted the entire day today. When the sun set, Alisha, holding a microphone and her voice hoarse, announced that today's matches were concluded.
After a full day of competition, only Cooler, playing the role of Ratmouse, had achieved excellent results in the first arena.
Others, such as Bardock, Vegeta III, and Broly, among others, had not yet made their appearance today.
In short, judging by the situation on site, it would take 9 days of preliminaries to reach the finals.
The audience watched a whole day of matches, only to feel they had watched nothing of substance.
Because today's matches had almost no highlights.
Soya, idle and bored, also watched for a day, feeling that if things continued like this, the first World Martial Arts Tournament would probably be a failure.
Soya summoned a subordinate and gave him a few instructions.
That subordinate accepted the order and left.
Afterwards, that subordinate came to Bardock's side, saluted him, and relayed Soya's command.
Upon hearing Soya's command, Bardock's eyes immediately lit up. He stood up at once and saluted Soya from a distance.
Immediately after, Bardock called Alisha over and made arrangements with her.
Alisha was briefly stunned, then showed an expression of excitement.
This method is quite good!
Otherwise, thinking about 9 days of preliminaries is just exhausting.
"Dear audience, King Soya has just brought us all some good news." Alisha said, holding the microphone with a hoarse voice, "In order to ensure our competition proceeds smoothly, and to determine the final 8 contestants as quickly as possible! Therefore, King Soya has decided to personally designate the 8 participating contestants!"
The live audience was momentarily stunned, then immediately perked up.
King Soya personally designating the 8 participants?
This must be very interesting, right?
"Tomorrow morning, all participating contestants are requested to arrive on time. Those who are late will be considered as forfeiting!" Alisha added.
"Tomorrow?"
The audience members were speechless.
Why do we have to wait until tomorrow?
Can't it be today?
"The sun is almost down today... King Soya also needs to go rest with the Queen." Alisha giggled.
The audience all showed expressions of sudden understanding, each letting out weird chuckles.
Soya: "..."
Soya's face darkened.
Can you not talk about such private matters so openly?
What do you mean I'm going to rest with Kale?
"Everyone, see you tomorrow!" Alisha announced.
The audience provided Soya with a wave of negative emotional value before dispersing one after another.
Today's preliminaries concluded here.
What made the audience curious was, what arrangements would King Soya make tomorrow regarding the designated contestants?
Would he cheat in front of all the citizens?
Surely that's not possible.
Or would he have everyone attack him together?
But he has a combat power of 20 million...
With such high combat power, even if all the contestants attacked together, they wouldn't be his match.
What the citizens didn't know was that Soya's combat power had already soared to 50 million.
20 million was from two days ago.
...
Planet Beerus.
The Oracle Fish was riding in its fishbowl, head raised, blowing bubbles.
"Oracle Fish, what's wrong?" Whis asked curiously from the side. "Do you have a new prophecy?"
"I prophesy that the strongest God of Destruction has been born." The Oracle Fish replied.
"My, my, isn't the strongest God of Destruction Lord Beerus? He's already been born." Whis was unfazed.
"It's not Lord Beerus..." The Oracle Fish shook its head.
"Not Lord Beerus? Has Lord Quitela from the Fourth Universe's strength surpassed Lord Beerus already?" Whis pondered.
"It's not Lord Quitela either." The Oracle Fish stated decisively.
"That is strange... is there a God of Destruction stronger than those two?" Whis muttered thoughtfully.
"There will be." The Oracle Fish nodded seriously.
As the two were chatting.
"Whoosh!"
High in the sky, a streak of purplish-red light flew towards them rapidly.
Whis and the Oracle Fish looked up at the sky.
They saw Champa descending from the sky, landing steadily, the powerful impact causing the entire Destroyer's World to tremble slightly.
Before this, Champa had already transported one Super Dragon Ball back to the Sixth Universe.
Then Champa returned to the Seventh Universe and came straight to Planet Beerus.
"Lord Champa." Whis promptly greeted with a smile, looking somewhat curiously at Champa.
Why does Lord Champa seem so confident?
What is he confident about?
The Oracle Fish also took a deep look at Champa, falling into thought.
"Hehe, Whis, where is that guy Beerus?" Champa asked with a grin.
"Lord Beerus is sleeping in the castle." Whis pointed to a castle not far away.
"Still sleeping?" Champa snorted. "Hurry up and wake him! I need to see him!"
"Dear me, in Lord Beerus's current state, it's probably very difficult to wake him." Whis smiled, gently shaking his head.
"Since he can't wake up, then I'll just have to beat him up. You don't mind, do you?" Champa rubbed his fists, showing a wide smile.
Whis's eyes widened immediately.
The Oracle Fish also looked very gossipy.
Then, the Oracle Fish and Whis exchanged glances, feeling like Champa might have lost his mind?
You're actually going to challenge Lord Beerus?
Don't you know that during your usual fights, Lord Beerus lets you win?
If you really fought, you wouldn't last even one slap from Lord Beerus.
And now you say you're going to go over and beat him up?
Even though Lord Beerus is sleeping, you still might not be his match.
"Not at all, not at all, Lord Champa can do as he wishes, just treat this place as your own home." Whis giggled, wearing an expression of someone watching a show.
"You said it yourself. Don't blame me later when Beerus gets beaten up by me." Champa's smile grew even brighter.
"Of course, of course." Whis enjoyed the spectacle without worrying about the size of the commotion.
"I also look forward to Lord Champa giving Lord Beerus a good beating... It serves that guy Beerus right for always bullying this fish for no reason." The Oracle Fish nodded its fish head vigorously, growing more and more expectant.
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