...
He was the one who had proposed this tournament in the first place. How could he possibly want to participate in such a childish little competition?
"Huh?"
Satan was completely dumbfounded.
Wasn't everyone who came here trying to participate in the Universal Martial Arts Tournament?
Could this guy have come here just to join in on the excitement?
"Since you're still not convinced, fine. I'll test it."
Gran didn't bother explaining any further.
Instead, he walked toward the machine.
He wanted to see exactly where its testing limit was.
"You guys, how strong do you think this guy actually is?"
"I don't know. When he was standing next to that explosive-haired guy just now, I thought he was another weakling. But that little display of strength he just showed scared me. This guy is definitely not simple!"
"Exactly. His aura is the real deal. I can't sense it at all. Maybe he's one of those martial artists who have truly returned to simplicity!"
"..."
The martial artists surrounding them began discussing among themselves.
Their voices reached Satan's ears, and his eyes widened.
"Could this young man actually be a powerful expert?"
But that didn't make sense!
When Satan had first met Gran, Gran had immediately called out his name.
Clearly, Gran was one of his die-hard fans.
Logically speaking, how could a fan be stronger than his own idol?!
"Satan, watch carefully. The machine isn't actually broken."
The corners of Gran's mouth curled upward slightly.
He extended his hand toward the machine and then raised his middle finger as if preparing to flick something.
"???"
"What is this guy doing? Doesn't everyone else test their strength by punching the machine?"
"Could he be trying to test the strength of a single finger?"
"Is he crazy?"
Doubtful voices echoed throughout the arena.
Satan also thought Gran had gone crazy.
Otherwise, why would he make such a strange gesture?
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Gran finally flicked his middle finger.
BOOM!!!!!!!!!
It was as though a nuclear bomb had exploded.
A terrifying roar erupted from the testing machine.
"AAAH! My ears!!"
"What the hell was that sound?! It's terrifying!!!"
"Look! The numbers are moving!!"
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The numbers on the machine began climbing rapidly.
[100 Billion]
[200 Billion]
.....
[700 Billion]
The numbers displayed on the machine made Satan's scalp go numb.
"T-This... this is impossible!!!"
"He only used a single finger, yet his battle power reached 700 billion?!!!"
"Wait! The numbers are still increasing!!"
Beep! Beep! Beep!
[900 Billion]
[1 Trillion]
[*********]
"My god! What kind of value is that? Why isn't it displaying properly?"
"Could the machine really be broken?"
"It's actually possible. This machine has been testing people for so long today. It's only natural that it might break!"
"You idiots! This machine can even measure Broly's strength. How could it possibly be broken?"
"And besides, are you all deaf or blind? Didn't you hear how terrifying that test just now was? It's obvious that his strength has reached an astonishing level. The machine simply can't measure it, which is why it's displaying like this!"
"What?!!!"
The martial artists surrounding them were all thrown into turmoil.
Their hearts were surging like a stormy sea.
"This... how is this possible?"
Satan covered his ears, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
"If this machine really isn't broken, then just how powerful is this guy?"
"And who exactly is he? Why does he know me?!"
As for Gran, he calmly withdrew his hand from the machine.
"So the testing limit of this machine is the peak of the Sixth Order of the Divine Realm."
"As long as someone reaches the Seventh Order or above, it can no longer measure their strength."
Gran had just used his Mystic State together with Ultra Instinct.
He had originally thought that his strength at the initial Seventh Order would be enough to smash the machine apart with a single punch.
Unexpectedly, it wasn't.
He had to admit, the things Whis created were truly impressive!
The commotion at the scene gradually subsided.
Satan pointed at Gran, trembling from head to toe.
"Y-You... who exactly are you?"
All the martial artists around them stared intensely at Gran.
"Me?"
Gran chuckled.
"I am the initiator of this Universal Martial Arts Tournament."
"You can call me Lord Gran!"
"???"
Satan and the other martial artists froze.
The next second, they finally realized what Gran had just said.
"What?!"
"This guy... ahem, this Lord is actually the one who initiated the Universal Martial Arts Tournament?"
Everyone was instantly terrified.
Satan collapsed onto the ground.
If this man wasn't lying, then he was a genuine deity!
After all, the Universal Martial Arts Tournament had been organized by a deity!
And just then...
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
.....
Streaks of light flashed across the sky as several figures flew overhead.
"What are those people?!"
"Didn't Lord Deity explicitly forbid flying here? They actually dare to disobey Lord Deity's orders. Aren't they asking to die?"
All the contestants looked up.
They were eagerly waiting to see these people get punished.
However!
Those figures flew straight across the sky.
Yet the deity didn't appear.
The figures quickly flew toward Gran's location.
Before long, they arrived beside him.
Satan stared upward.
The other martial artists also stared upward.
"My god! Isn't that incredibly muscular guy Broly? His flying didn't trigger any punishment from Lord Deity!"
"Look behind Broly! There are so many Saiyans. What are they doing here?"
"And that girl beside Broly. She looks like she only has around 10,000 battle power. Why does she dare fly here too?"
Amid everyone's bewildered voices, the figures descended from the sky.
They were none other than Broly, Bulma, Paragus, and the other Saiyans.
"Big Brother Gran!"
"Gran!"
"Greetings, Lord Gran!"
"..."
One after another, they bowed respectfully to Gran.
END OF CHAPTER
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