...
"Yes. At most, we'll give you ninety-three percent!"
"Ninety-three percent is our absolute bottom line. If you dare raise it any further, then we'll all go down together!"
"..."
The other Gods of Destruction were also wary of Gran. Otherwise, they would have left long ago. Why would they still be standing here arguing with Beerus?
"Fine. Deal!"
Beerus's face instantly broke into a wide grin.
But the moment Beerus suddenly agreed, a flash of realization passed through the minds of all the Gods of Destruction.
Damn it!
We've been tricked!!!
In truth, Beerus had only been bluffing to test the other Gods of Destruction.
He knew that the ninety percent of Divine Fruits Gran had originally demanded was something these guys would absolutely accept.
Especially Giin, the God of Destruction of the Twelfth Universe.
He had offended Gran before. If he dared copy this method without paying the patent fee, Gran would definitely kill him!
However...
In Beerus's opinion, Gran simply didn't have a good enough understanding of how many Divine Fruits they actually had.
Although ninety percent of their Divine Fruits was already an enormous amount, the remaining ten percent would definitely be enough for them to hold a Universal Martial Arts Tournament once every fifty years.
There would certainly be a difference between holding a Universal Martial Arts Tournament once every ten years and once every fifty years, but the difference in results wouldn't be particularly large.
If some of the more talented Universes adopted this method, such as the First Universe, the gap might become almost impossible to widen.
If Gran wanted the Seventh Universe to rise to first place, he couldn't allow these bastards to hold their tournaments every fifty years.
At the very least, he needed to make them hold one only once every hundred years.
That way, the Seventh Universe would be able to quickly overtake them.
"Earlier, we only had to give up ninety percent of the Divine Fruits. Now we have to give up ninety-three percent! We've been ripped off!"
Rumsshi slapped his thigh repeatedly.
"Beerus, you bastard..."
Giin gritted his teeth furiously.
"How can you be this shameless?"
Liquiir was so angry that his entire face twisted.
"Beerus, you did that on purpose, didn't you?"
The reason they hadn't realized it immediately was mainly because they were afraid of Gran.
But once they thought it through, they realized they had all fallen into Beerus's trap.
Seeing them curse him, Beerus wasn't angry in the slightest.
After all, had he received too few insults over the years?
Instead, his smile grew even wider.
As long as he could collect more Divine Fruits, he could help his beloved disciple, Gran.
"Since you've all agreed to hand over ninety-three percent of the Divine Fruits, don't even think about playing any tricks when the time comes. Otherwise, I'll definitely have Gran kill you!"
Beerus chuckled wickedly.
"Damn Giin! This is all your fault! We only needed to give up ninety percent of the Divine Fruits, but you were the one who said we could give up as much as ninety-three percent!"
Seeing Beerus's smug expression, Belmod immediately turned his anger toward Giin.
The other Gods of Destruction also began blaming Giin.
"Blame me?"
Giin angrily shouted.
"Weren't all of you saying the same thing just now? And now you're putting the blame on me?"
"Who else can we blame? This is your fault! Because of you, we have to pay such a huge price. Now we can't even copy the others and hold a Universal Martial Arts Tournament once every ten years!"
"You bastards! You want to fight, don't you?"
"Then let's fight! If I don't beat you up, I'm going to regret it!"
"..."
Giin was surrounded by the other Gods of Destruction as they shoved and pushed him from all sides.
Beerus had just pulled off another successful extortion, so his mood was excellent.
He quickly forced his way through the crowd and slipped out.
Old Kai watched as Beerus swaggered back toward them.
He looked exactly like a victorious rooster strutting around after winning a battle.
"L-Lord Ancestor... Lord Beerus actually planned all of this!" Shin was deeply shocked.
He had never imagined that the skinny cat who did nothing but sleep all day could possess such cunning.
"Mm."
Old Kai took a deep breath.
Even he had been fooled by Beerus just moments ago. He had genuinely thought Beerus was about to do something reckless.
So Beerus had known from the beginning that they wouldn't actually fight to the death.
"Lord Beerus!"
Bulma ran out from behind Whis.
Like an excited fangirl, she bounced over to Beerus.
"Even Lord Gran only charges a ninety-percent patent fee. You're amazing!"
"Of course!"
After receiving praise from his favorite person who took care of him, Beerus proudly raised his chin.
"Gran is still too young. He still has a lot to learn from me."
Whis couldn't stand Beerus's smug expression and muttered:
"But Gran's power has already broken through to the First Order of the Angel Realm. Is it really appropriate for someone with only half-step Angel Realm power to teach him?"
"Pfft!"
Old Kai, Shin, and Bulma all burst out laughing.
Beerus's face immediately turned black.
"Whis, if you don't say anything, no one will mistake you for a mute!"
"Of course. I'll shut up immediately."
After successfully getting under Beerus's skin, Whis was completely satisfied.
He made a zipping motion across his mouth.
After the little commotion, Beerus glanced ahead.
Liquiir and the others were still shoving Giin around.
Beerus knew that although these guys were talking about fighting, they couldn't actually start a battle with the Angels standing nearby.
Moreover, they wouldn't dare violate Lord Zeno's orders.
Beerus quickly shifted his gaze.
This time, he looked toward Champa.
Champa wasn't standing with Rumsshi and the others.
He had remained alone some distance away, frowning deeply as he pondered something.
"Still thinking?"
Beerus muttered.
Earlier, he had asked Champa how they should organize the tournament, and Champa had immediately fallen into deep thought.
"You fat bastard, what do you think?"
Beerus walked over.
"I already know that your Seventh Universe is being flooded with doubts throughout the entire Universe. I imagine the Sixth Universe will probably face the same situation."
Champa came back to his senses and met Beerus's gaze.
"We can't wait any longer. Let's start accepting registrations two days from now."
"How do we register them? And where are we going to hold the tournament? How are they supposed to..."
Beerus bombarded him with questions.
Champa rubbed his chubby chin.
"Just leave those matters to Whis and Vados."
Beerus turned his head.
Whis was still standing with Bulma and the others and hadn't followed them over.
However, when he noticed Beerus looking at him, he nodded.
Clearly, he had heard the conversation between Beerus and Champa.
"Then where should we hold the tournament?"
Beerus asked again.
"Setting it in either Universe would be inconvenient. Why don't we simply build the tournament arena between the Sixth and Seventh Universes?"
"Fine..."
Beerus nodded.
END OF CHAPTER
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