The Grand Priest glanced in Frieza’s direction.
Frieza’s mouth twitched, and he looked a bit unnatural.
Did he notice me?
I just pretended to step on him accidentally.
You’re so small, why shouldn’t I step on you?
The Grand Priest ignored Frieza and proceeded to announce the competition rules.
“The rules for this God of Destruction selection tournament are simple. The match will last 20 minutes. In the center of the arena, there is a pillar that will sink gradually until it is flush with the platform, marking the end of the match,” the Grand Priest announced. “Additionally, flying is prohibited except for those with wings; no weapons are allowed; killing is prohibited! The only way to win is to knock your opponent off the arena. At the end of the match, the last contestant remaining in the arena will be chosen as the new God of Destruction for Universe 18. Any objections? If so, speak now before the match begins.”
Ren listened from afar.
Isn’t this just like the Tournament of Power?
Did you bring this format here?
Uh… this God of Destruction selection tournament happened decades before the Tournament of Power.
So, the Tournament of Power probably borrowed from this format.
Can’t you come up with something new?
Like drawing lots for one-on-one battles…
“Grand Priest, if we knock our opponents down, does that not count as a loss?” Toppo asked, raising his hand.
“If your opponent is knocked down, you can throw them out of the arena,” the Grand Priest replied without expression.
“What if there are several contestants left when the time is up?” Majora asked.
“I will choose the best contestant based on their performance during the match to become the new God of Destruction for Universe 18,” the Grand Priest explained with a slight smile. “So those planning to coast through the match might find it challenging.”
Damon: “…”
Damon lay at Frieza’s feet, speechless.
Is he talking about me?
Lord Quitela wanted me to slack off.
Looks like I can’t slack off now.
Now I’m under this guy’s foot, sniffing his smelly foot…
It really stinks…
“Grand Priest, I also have a question,” Zamasu raised his hand.
“Speak, Mr. Zamasu,” the Grand Priest nodded.
“Those three contestants seem to come from Universe 7!” Zamasu pointed at Broly, Frieza, and Majin Buu, gritting his teeth, “If they team up, won’t they have a significant advantage?”
“You’re right,” the Grand Priest said, not denying Zamasu’s statement but saying, with a playful smile, “Besides having great power, if a God of Destruction also understands human relationships, it is commendable.”
Zamasu: “…”
“Hey, fat guy, how about we team up? Let’s knock everyone else out first, then we fight it out?” Broly’s eyes lit up as he turned to Majin Buu and suggested.
Majin Buu thought for a moment, then nodded cheerfully, agreeing.
Zamasu felt terrible.
Damn it!
If I hadn’t said that, would they have teamed up?
Zamasu also wanted to team up with someone.
But as a god, Zamasu felt cooperating with humans would be an insult to his divine status.
I am a supreme god; I don’t believe I can’t defeat these humans.
I won’t ally with them.
“Any more questions?” the Grand Priest asked again.
The contestants all shook their heads.
The Grand Priest slowly floated up, and at a certain height, he loudly announced, “The selection tournament for the new God of Destruction of Universe 18 begins now!”
As soon as he finished, Frieza kicked Damon beneath him.
“Whoosh!”
Damon flew in a straight line towards the outside of the arena.
Just as Damon was about to fly out of the arena.
“Flap!”
Damon’s wings fluttered desperately, and he quickly flew back to the arena.
“Hmph, I didn’t expect you could fly. No wonder you have wings,” Frieza snorted, raising his right hand, his fingertip gathering a red light.
“Whoosh!”
A fiery red beam shot towards Damon.
“Ah…”
Damon screamed as he was hit, wobbling and falling off the arena.
“Whoosh!”
In an instant, Damon appeared in the stands.
“Sorry, Lord Quitela… I was eliminated,” Damon’s voice sounded beside Quitela.
Quitela felt a million curses pass through his mind.
“You idiot! You lasted less than 3 seconds!” Quitela roared.
Damon looked very aggrieved.
I want to cry too.
Who can I complain to?
“What happened? Was he discovered so easily?” Quitela frowned deeply.
“The contestant named Frieza has a high-tech device on his eye that can detect Damon’s location,” the angel Kornick sighed.
“What? Are such high-tech devices allowed during the match?” Quitela exclaimed.
But as soon as Quitela finished speaking, he saw the Grand Priest looking his way.
Quitela was startled and quickly lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong.
“It seems Mr. Damon was unlucky,” Kornick said calmly.
Damon felt even more aggrieved.
However, Damon’s small stature made his facial expressions hard to capture.
“Forget it. It looks like we have no chance of becoming the God of Destruction for Universe 18,” Quitela said.
“Whoosh!”
As they spoke, the Grand Priest suddenly appeared near Quitela and Kornick.
“Eliminated universes can stay to watch the match or leave freely without notifying me,” the Grand Priest said with a blank expression.
“Yes, Grand Priest!”
Quitela and Kornick replied together.
The Grand Priest then returned to his spot above the arena, continuing to watch the match.
“Lord Quitela, should we stay to watch the match?” Kornick asked.
“No, staying here would be too embarrassing. We’ll be laughed at by the other Gods of Destruction. Let’s leave now,” Quitela thought seriously, deciding it was better to leave.
Being eliminated in less than 3 seconds…
Damn it…
This incident will be enough for other Gods of Destruction to laugh at for decades.
“At least hold on for three minutes,” Quitela got angrier, flicking a piece of nose gunk at Damon.
“Bang!”
Damon was pinned down by the nose gunk, feeling a massive blow.
Lord Quitela… you bully.
Seeing Damon struggling like a dung beetle under his nose gunk, Quitela finally felt a bit better.
You embarrassed me.
If you lasted three minutes, I could have stayed to watch the match.
But now, I can’t stay.
Sure enough, whatever you think happens.
“Hahaha, Quitela, your universe’s contestant is really unexpected,” Rumsshi shook his elephant trunk, gloating, “No wonder I felt something was off, choosing such a small creature to compete! He was eliminated in less than three seconds.”
“Hahaha, just like Quitela usually only lasts three seconds,” Champa laughed loudly.
“Champa, what are you saying? Quitela usually only lasts three seconds?” Belmod chimed in, laughing.
Quitela often bullied other Gods of Destruction with his strength.
Now was a good time to take a jab at him.
“You… don’t understand us mice!” Quitela snorted. Even an ordinary mouse can last 15 hours!”
Upon hearing this, many Gods of Destruction fell silent.
Ren also fell silent.
“Let’s go, Kornick!” Quitela called out.
After speaking, Kornick lightly tapped his staff on the ground, and a brilliant starlike light covered him, Quitela, and Damon.
The nose gunk was also magically cleaned by the angelic power.
“Whoosh!”
Kornick took Quitela away from the scene.
Quitela felt it was too embarrassing to stay.
Being eliminated in less than three seconds.
The shame was unbearable.
…
On the arena.
“Oh ho ho… I thought he was impressive, but he was just so-so. How can someone like that join the God of Destruction selection?” Frieza laughed strangely, “Considering I eliminated a contestant in three seconds, shouldn’t I be rated the best?”
Just as Frieza finished speaking, a small figure charged at him from afar.
Frieza turned and saw the legendary Super Saiyan running toward him.
Like a raging bull.
“No… not good!” Frieza’s face changed drastically.
At this critical moment, Frieza couldn’t afford to pretend anymore. He quickly gathered his energy and transformed.
In an instant, Frieza changed to his final form.
Broly, charging forward, saw Frieza’s strange transformation.
But that didn’t stop Broly.
Broly extended his small hand, leaping high and pressing toward Frieza’s head.
Since flying was prohibited in this arena, Broly leaped high, grabbing Frieza’s face.
Frieza reacted quickly, punching Broly in the waist.
“Bang!”
Frieza’s punch hit Broly’s waist.
Broly didn’t even flinch, nor did his speed change.
“What?” Frieza’s pupils contracted as he stepped back.
At that moment, Broly’s small hand pressed against Frieza’s face.
Then, Broly slammed Frieza’s head into the ground.
“Oww…”
Frieza let out a miserable scream, feeling his head spinning.
Is this the legendary Super Saiyan?
His punches are so powerful!
His body is so tough!
And he’s only about five or six years old?
A five or six-year-old monkey can be this powerful.
“Scrape…”
Broly pressed Frieza’s head against the ground, moving forward like a bulldozer.
Frieza felt like his head was being ground down, his mind blank.
Broly pressed Frieza’s head
and quickly reached the edge of the arena.
But the next moment, Broly turned and ran back.
Frieza gritted his teeth, unleashing his energy, and punched Broly in the chest.
Broly winced in pain but quickly expanded, using the power of the Great Ape.
Frieza was stunned.
How can your body grow bigger?
Using the Great Ape’s power, Broly felt much more comfortable.
In this form, he could easily overpower the current Frieza.
Frieza felt endless despair, like a puddle of mud, helpless against Broly.
On the other side.
“Turn into chocolate!” Majin Buu’s head antenna flashed, launching a group attack.
Purple lightning covered Hit, Majora, Toppo, and Zamasu.
Hit and Toppo dodged with a light leap, avoiding the purple lightning.
Zamasu intended to take it head-on.
I am the Kai of Universe 10!
My divine status is high.
How dare you, a mere Majin, act arrogant before me?
Zamasu snorted, clenching his teeth, and a purple hand blade appeared, slicing the purple lightning in half.
The purple lightning flickered in the air before dissipating.
“Oh?” Majin Buu looked at Zamasu in surprise.
“Slash!”
Another purple lightning bolt hit Majora.
Majora’s body shimmered slightly.
And nothing happened.
Majora, being a liquid metal man, had a different body structure.
Majin Buu’s magic had no effect on him.
“Oh…” Majin Buu glanced at Majora, even more surprised.
“Your skills show you’re quite strong,” Toppo smiled at Hit.
Hit stood with his hands in his pockets, staring intently at Toppo.
This was a connection between strong individuals.
Hit and Toppo locked eyes the moment they arrived.
Their eyes only saw each other.
Because they knew their final opponent could only be each other.
Who are the others?
Hit’s mouth curved into a slight smile.
“I am Toppo, apprentice God of Destruction of Universe 11,” Toppo introduced himself to Hit. “Tell me your name. Perhaps on this arena, only you are worthy to fight me.”
“Hit, Universe 6’s number one assassin,” Hit replied calmly.
“You’re an assassin?” Toppo was stunned, then sighed, “What a pity.”
“What?” Hit didn’t understand Toppo’s words.
“The arena and the competition rules will limit your true strength,” Toppo smiled. “But don’t worry, since you can’t use assassin techniques, I won’t use God of Destruction skills.”
“Thank you,” Hit replied expressionlessly.
“Come on, attack me with all your might. Let me see your skills,” Toppo pointed at his nose.
“Then I won’t hold back,” Hit said, stepping towards Toppo.
Hit walked calmly, hands still in his pockets.
Toppo didn’t dare be careless, knowing this opponent was formidable.
This was the intuition of a strong fighter.
No, to be precise, the special awareness of the leader of the Pride Troopers.
Because Hit was an assassin.
Although Hit concealed his killing intent, as the leader of the Pride Troopers, how could Toppo not sense an assassin’s presence?
Watching Hit approach step by step, Toppo prepared to counter.
The distance between them closed.
“Bang!”
Hit struck, pulling his right hand from his pocket and punching Toppo’s nose.
Toppo staggered back several steps, nearly falling.
Toppo’s right foot pressed firmly on the ground, stopping his retreat.
Hit’s expression remained unchanged, his eyes cold, as if the world had turned to frost.
Toppo rubbed his nose, finding blood flowing.
“What? I couldn’t see his punch? How is this possible?” Toppo was shocked.
As a disciple of a God of Destruction, I couldn’t see his movements.
This scene immediately caught the attention of Universe 11’s Belmod.
Universe 6’s Champa grinned brightly.
“Margarita, did you see that?” Belmod asked urgently.
“Yes, I saw it,” Margarita nodded. “Toppo was punched in the nose by Hit.”
Belmod: “…”
“That’s not what I meant… How did he punch?” Belmod rolled his eyes, annoyed.
“Don’t rely on me for everything. Toppo will figure it out; he’s your disciple,” Margarita giggled, not giving a clear answer.
Belmod didn’t want to speak.
I couldn’t see how he punched.
Will my disciple figure it out?
At crucial moments, angels are unreliable.
…
“Hey, kid, did you see it?” Champa asked Ren, smugly.
“As an apprentice angel, if you can’t see such a simple trick, it’s too embarrassing,” Ren smiled, then added, “Uh… I’m not an apprentice angel yet. I’m just a human cultivating angelic power.”
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