"Damn it… he actually escaped!"
Gran let out a disappointed sigh.
"If he ran, then he ran," Beerus said, patting Gran on the shoulder. "There will be plenty of chances in the future."
At that moment
The Gods of Destruction in the viewing stands above began to move.
Together with their Supreme Kais and Angels, they jumped down from the stands.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Hearing the sound of their landing, Champa, Hit, and Fuwa instantly tensed up.
Although killing during the God of Destruction Candidate Battle Royale wasn't considered a violation…
Gran had just killed all of their candidates in one go.
That act had clearly provoked public outrage.
Would these Gods of Destruction try to do something reckless?
"What do you want?"
Beerus crossed his arms, his voice filled with disdain.
Gran also observed the approaching Gods of Destruction, curious about their intentions.
If they planned to attack him—
He wouldn't mind killing them as well.
The Gods of Destruction and their Angels stopped about ten meters away from Gran's group.
The two sides faced each other.
The atmosphere suddenly grew heavy and tense.
"Beerus!"
The fluffy Iwan of Universe One spoke up.
"How did you manage to find this little monster?"
"Little monster?"
Gran pointed at himself before glancing at the crowd.
He quickly realized—
Everyone was staring at him.
So the "little monster" they were referring to was him.
Seriously…
Gran's face immediately filled with black lines.
"None of your business," Beerus replied arrogantly, lifting his chin.
Gran's performance today had filled him with immense pride.
He felt incredibly fortunate that he had chosen Gran as his God of Destruction candidate back then.
"..."
Beerus's arrogant expression made the surrounding Gods of Destruction grind their teeth.
But…
Victory belonged to the strong.
If they had been the ones to win, they would have been even more arrogant.
"I truly envy you, Beerus."
Suddenly, the elephant Rumsshi stepped forward.
The moment those words left his mouth, the other Gods of Destruction widened their eyes in shock.
Rumsshi actually said he envied Beerus.
Truthfully, many of them felt the same way—
But since Beerus was someone they disliked, they simply couldn't bring themselves to say it out loud.
"Hahaha!"
Beerus was slightly surprised as well, before snorting proudly.
"That's something you'll never be able to have."
Seeing the grin stretching across Beerus's face, Gran couldn't help shaking his head.
His God of Destruction was clearly in an exceptionally good mood today.
"You bastard…"
Rumsshi clicked his tongue and stepped past Beerus.
He walked directly toward Gran.
The other Gods of Destruction narrowed their eyes.
What exactly was this elephant planning to do?
"Lord Rumsshi, do you need something?" Gran asked calmly.
"Thanks."
Rumsshi reached out and patted Gran on the shoulder.
Gran froze for a moment, staring at the hand resting on his shoulder.
The surrounding Gods of Destruction also frowned.
"Primo is the hero of Universe Ten," Rumsshi explained with a sigh.
"He had been sealed away. I was the one who awakened him and sent him to participate in this God of Destruction candidate battle."
"I thought he would win in the end."
"But then he ran into a little monster like you."
"However…"
"Thank you for not destroying him completely."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to revive him."
After Rumsshi said this, the other Gods of Destruction finally understood why he had thanked Gran.
Rumsshi's candidate had indeed not been completely destroyed.
Which meant—
His Angel could easily revive Primo.
In other words, Universe Ten still had its God of Destruction candidate.
Realizing this, several Gods of Destruction began breathing faster.
They started recalling the battle.
It seemed that Gran had not completely destroyed every candidate.
The ones who remained were:
Lambert, the lion of Universe One
Bergamo, the blue wolf of Universe Nine
Primo, the muscle-bound warrior of Universe Ten
Jiren, the heroic warrior of Universe Eleven
Only these four candidates had not been completely destroyed.
"AAAAAAAH!!!"
The fox-like Liquiir suddenly pointed at Gran, grinding his teeth in rage.
"Why weren't their candidates destroyed—yet you destroyed mine?!"
Gran's eyes instantly turned cold.
Crossing his arms, he replied indifferently,
"What? You were all trying to kill me."
"And I'm not allowed to destroy them?"
Beside him, Beerus and Champa had also been somewhat curious about why Gran had spared those four candidates.
But…
Now clearly wasn't the time to think about it.
Beerus stepped forward, his voice icy.
"So what if he destroyed your candidate?"
"Do you have a problem with that?"
Champa also moved to stand beside Gran.
Ever since getting to know Gran, whenever Gran started trouble, Champa was always quick to back him up.
He snorted coldly.
"If you're unhappy, then stop sending those trash candidates to challenge Gran."
"How about you Gods of Destruction fight him yourselves?"
"Then we'll see whether Gran destroys you or not!"
Gran: "..."
He had actually thought Champa would say:
'If you're unhappy, come fight me.'
But instead—
Champa pushed him to fight all these Gods of Destruction.
Gran truly didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this shameless fat cat.
Still…
Seeing Beerus and Champa step forward for him warmed his heart.
"You!!"
Liquiir was instantly speechless.
Fight that little monster?
Were they insane?
If they won, that would be fine.
But if they lost, their reputations would be utterly ruined.
Besides, from the previous battle royale it was already obvious—
Gran's strength had surpassed most Gods of Destruction.
Hadn't Quitela already slipped away quietly?
If even Quitela couldn't guarantee victory against Gran—
How were they supposed to fight him?
In the end, Liquiir sighed.
He turned around and left the World of Void.
The Gods of Destruction from Universes Two, Three, and Five followed him and departed as well.
"Hmph! Just you wait!"
Unlike the others, Giin, the sea-monster-like God of Destruction of Universe Twelve, didn't remain silent.
He left only after throwing down that threat.
"Lord Beerus, that guy is pretty arrogant."
Gran stared at the departing figure of Universe Twelve's God of Destruction and snorted.
"How about I go kill him right now?"
BAM!
A sharp knock landed on Gran's head.
"Ow!"
Gran rubbed his head and glared.
"Lord Beerus! What was that for?!"
"Tone down that killing intent of yours," Beerus snapped.
"Do you really think Gods of Destruction can be killed so casually?"
At this moment, the Gods of Destruction still standing on the arena belonged to Universes One, Nine, Ten, and Eleven.
The only reason they had remained was because Gran hadn't completely destroyed their candidates.
Beerus swept his gaze across Belmod and the others.
"If Gods of Destruction could be killed so easily," Beerus said coldly,
"then when the Grand Priest asked us to test the arena earlier—"
"I would have already killed all of them."
The moment those words were spoken—
Iwan, Sidra, Rumsshi, and Belmod all shuddered.
What terrifying killing intent.
So back then—
Beerus had truly wanted to kill them all.
END OF CHAPTER
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