On Universe Seven's viewing platform.
When Shin saw Gran reveal his full power, he was initially excited. But as he watched Gran begin his merciless slaughter, anxiety quickly replaced that excitement.
"Lord Beerus… will Gran really be okay doing this?"
Beerus snorted with disdain.
"What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"
"If Gran didn't have the strength, the one dying right now would be him. Did those people ever think about sparing Gran?"
"They wouldn't!"
"They wanted to kill Gran from the very beginning just so I would accept Lord Zeno's punishment!"
"Hmph. Since they wanted to kill Gran, why shouldn't Gran kill them in return?"
Beerus let out a cold snort.
"As for worrying about offending everyone…"
"Who the hell cares?"
Old Supreme Kai: "..."
Champa: "..."
"Alright, the match is almost over. Just enjoy the show."
Beerus waved his hand dismissively.
Everyone then shifted their attention back to the arena.
On the Arena.
BOOM!
BOOM!
With every thunderous collision—
another God of Destruction candidate fell.
Some were ancient creatures who had lived for countless eras.
Others were warriors from the same age as the Gods of Destruction themselves.
Yet under Gran's full power, none of them could survive even a single exchange.
Meanwhile, the arena's destruction level had already risen—
from 80% to 90%.
Only the northern ice field remained relatively intact.
Of course, after the shockwaves from Gran and the other candidates' battles
even this frozen land now looked like a shattered mirror, cracked in every direction.
"How could this happen?!"
Lambert watched as Bellock and the others died one after another at Gran's hands.
It wasn't that he hadn't tried to stop him.
He simply couldn't.
Gran's entire body radiated silver light. Facing him felt like standing before an angel.
You could see his movements—
but you could never hit him.
Lambert even began to suspect that Gran had already reached an angel-level martial state.
"Damn it… what should we do?!"
Lambert glanced at the two fighters beside him.
They were:
Primo, the muscle master from Universe Ten
Jiren, the Pride Warrior from Universe Eleven
Now.
only three of them remained.
"Tap… tap… tap…"
Gran walked slowly across the cracked ice field.
Silver light shimmered around his body.
Even his most casual movement seemed to contain the ultimate principles of martial arts—impossible to read, endlessly mysterious.
Gran stopped walking and looked at the three of them.
"Your turn."
The moment those words fell—
all three of them tensed instantly.
Behind Gran, Hit's eyes widened.
This lord…
was planning to wipe them all out completely.
"As expected of the candidate of the strongest God of Destruction."
Lambert clenched his fists tightly as he stepped forward.
"After this chaotic battle, it seems you'll earn that title as well."
Then he took two more steps forward.
"You two… run."
"As long as you jump off the arena, you can survive."
Clearly—
he wasn't speaking to Gran.
He was speaking to Primo and Jiren.
"?"
Looking at Lambert's back, Jiren and Primo exchanged glances.
Both saw the same shock in each other's eyes.
Even Gran was slightly surprised.
This guy…
was interesting.
"I am the strongest warrior of Universe One."
"When Lord Iwan found me, I told him something."
Lambert took a deep breath.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"I said I would protect Universe One's honor."
"It seems… I can't protect it anymore."
"But I still want to try."
"Even if it costs me my life."
He turned his head toward the two of them.
"If you don't want to die, then run."
"I'll hold this guy back for you."
Jiren and Primo: "..."
Jiren remained silent for a moment before shaking his head.
"Your proposal is good."
"But I've never relied on anyone else."
"And I'm not someone who fears death."
Primo didn't say anything.
But he also didn't leave.
Seeing that both of them stayed—
Lambert froze briefly.
He hadn't expected them to possess such backbone.
"Now this is interesting."
Gran chuckled softly.
With a teasing tone, he said:
"You don't seriously think that performing some grand drama about loyalty and sacrifice will make me spare you, do you?"
"Who said I wanted you to spare me?"
Lambert looked at Gran with unwavering seriousness.
"The moment I stepped onto this arena, I had already prepared myself to die for Universe One's honor."
"Right now… I have one request."
"I wonder if Mr. Gran would be willing to grant it."
Lambert suddenly bowed deeply toward Gran.
"A request?"
Gran narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Let's hear it."
"Maybe I'll grant it."
Lambert straightened his body.
His gaze shone with the resolve of someone ready to face death.
"When you kill me…"
"Please give it your full strength."
BOOM!
Hit, Jiren, and Primo all felt their minds tremble violently.
This man—
was a pure martial artist.