"So giving your full strength is the greatest respect you can show an opponent, is that it? Very well—I'll grant your wish."
Gran couldn't help but shake his head.
From the look in this man's eyes, it was clear he wasn't pretending or posturing. Earth had someone like this too—an absolute martial arts fanatic.
Gran calculated the timeline in his mind.
It was now Age 759. According to the original course of events, Raditz would invade Earth in Age 761.
But…
Would that guy still come to Earth now?
"Thank you, Mr. Gran."
Lambert stepped back a distance, and the aura around his body suddenly changed.
BOOM!
Like nuclear fission erupting into existence, a vast and terrifying power burst forth, whipping up violent hurricanes and roaring thunder. Across the final frozen wasteland of the arena, the scene looked nothing less than the end of the world.
Jiren and Primo exchanged a glance before retreating a few steps as well, beginning to gather their power.
Seeing this, the Gods of Destruction and Supreme Kais of Universe One, Universe Ten, and Universe Eleven revealed expressions of despair on the viewing platforms.
No one could stop that man anymore.
Yet amid the despair, they also felt a hint of relief.
At least their God of Destruction candidates had not fled like cowards.
BOOM!
The energy fluctuations on the arena grew even more terrifying.
Lambert remained in his humanoid form. His golden hair swayed violently in the raging energy storm, giving him an almost heroic appearance.
At that moment, he unleashed the power of the Seventh Stage.
Jiren and Primo did the same.
The light erupting from the three of them made them look like three blazing suns, dazzling and impossible to look at directly.
As for Gran—
the energy around him seemed strangely subdued.
His hair had actually changed from silver back to black, and the silver aura surrounding him had disappeared entirely.
Seeing this, many of the Gods of Destruction frowned in confusion.
Hadn't he just said he would use his full strength against Lambert?
Then why had he withdrawn from Ultra Instinct?
However
the Gods of Destruction couldn't sense anything unusual.
But the Angels could.
They could clearly see that Gran had indeed entered his strongest state.
This was Angel-level Ultra Instinct.
At this level, his normal state itself was Ultra Instinct.
However…
Gran still hadn't fully mastered it.
Judging by his current state, he had only just stepped onto the threshold of the Third Mental Realm.
"It's starting!"
Beerus suddenly shouted excitedly.
Hearing this, everyone on the viewing platforms stared intently at the final frozen arena.
Lambert, Jiren, and Primo launched their attack toward Gran.
Gold. Red. Yellow.
One Seventh-Stage God Realm warrior, and two Fifth-Stage God Realm warriors.
These three figures streaked across the frozen battlefield carrying power capable of destroying heaven and earth.
Gran moved as well.
He took a single step forward.
His figure began flashing across the ice field in rapid succession.
The martial arts contained within his movements—
aside from Beerus—
were completely incomprehensible to the other Gods of Destruction.
No…
Quitela seemed to understand something.
His mouth hung wide open, as if he had just discovered a terrifying truth.
BOOM!
The four fighters finally collided.
"AAAAAAHHHH!!!"
"S-So this… this is the power of the Seventh Stage?! No wonder I lost!!!"
Jiren's fist collided with Gran's.
An unimaginable force surged through his arm.
In an instant, his arm twisted into a grotesque shape.
Then his entire body was swept away by the overwhelming power of the Seventh Stage.
He disintegrated instantly—
not even a single cell remained.
Next—
Primo.
Primo was a master of physical strength, a being devoted entirely to muscular power. He too was an ancient lifeform, but unlike the Evil Wolf Light, he was not a malevolent existence that threatened the development of the universe.
He had once been a hero of Universe Ten.
Long ago, during a battle against evil forces, he suffered grievous injuries.
To prevent the hero from dying, a magician sealed him away.
When Rumsshi discovered Primo, he asked Kusu to completely heal his injuries.
All so that Primo could participate in this God of Destruction Candidate Battle Royale.
But now—
he collided directly with Gran.
His Fifth-Stage power could not withstand Gran's energy blast.
Primo—dead.
"AAAAAAHHHH!!"
"Your bodily instincts and power are almost identical to mine! In fact, my instincts are even one stage higher than yours! So why… why are you so much stronger than me?!"
Unlike Jiren and Primo—
Lambert was not killed instantly.
He managed to withstand two exchanges.
But on the third strike—
Gran's fist pierced straight through his heart.
"L-Lord… Iwan… I'm sorry… I failed to protect the… glory… of Universe One…"
Lambert never finished the final word.
His body was swept away by the power of the Seventh Stage, erased down to the last cell.
The God of Destruction Candidate Battle Royale had finally ended.
The final frozen battlefield quickly fell silent.
At this moment
it wasn't only the arena that had become quiet.
The entire World of Void had fallen into a terrifying silence.
For this battle royale, every God of Destruction had prepared for ten full years.
Yet in the end
all their candidates were dead.
Which meant
they would all be eliminated.
And they would have to face Zeno's punishment.
Soon, voices erupted throughout the World of Void.
It was the Supreme Kais shouting in panic.
"We lost! We lost everything!!"
"What do we do?! Lord Zeno's punishment… it won't be erasure, will it?!"
"I don't want that!"
"..."
Meanwhile, the other candidates who had been brought by the Gods of Destruction merely to watch the match began discussing among themselves.
"Incredible… According to the Gods of Destruction, Universe Seven's ranking isn't even that high. So why are both their God of Destruction and candidate so terrifying?"
"One is already the strongest God of Destruction, and after this battle, Universe Seven's candidate has become the strongest God of Destruction candidate as well!"
"One sect producing two legends!"
"..."
Voices echoed endlessly.
The Gods of Destruction wore bitter expressions.
Losing to Beerus was one thing.
But now even their chosen candidates couldn't defeat Beerus's candidate.
It was utterly humiliating.
Unlike their reactions—
Beerus and Champa were laughing loudly.
"Hey, you fat pig! Did you see that? Gran won! That means we won't be punished at all!"
"I saw it, I saw it! Not only did I see Gran win, I also saw the looks on Belmod and the others' faces—they look like they just ate shit! I'm dying laughing!"
Their booming voices only made the other Gods of Destruction look even more miserable.
They wanted to argue.
But they couldn't.
The victor writes the story.
They had just lost the only chance they would ever have to defeat Beerus.
What argument could they possibly make now?
On the arena.
Gran stood alone on the frozen wasteland.
Listening to Beerus and the other Gods of Destruction bickering, a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Lord Gran, the battle royale is finally over! You were incredible!"
At that moment, Hit walked over, his expression filled with excitement.
"Over?"
Gran raised his head slowly.
"Not yet…"
His eyes locked firmly onto the Universe Four viewing platform.
Quitela was staring back at him with a vicious and sinister gaze.
"Your candidate is dead."
"So now…"
"It's time to send you on your way."
Gran was just about to challenge Quitela in front of Zeno
when suddenly—
the Grand Priest spoke softly toward the space above.
"How long do you two plan on watching?"
END OF CHAPTER
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