...
"He's the one who wanted to hold this tournament, yet we're the ones being forced to do all the hard labor for him. It's seriously infuriating!"
The other Gods of Destruction were also grumbling and complaining.
Beerus was lying on a lounge chair.
He had asked Whis to make the chair for him. After glancing at the furious expressions of Belmod and the others, Beerus said nothing.
He merely smiled.
That would have been fine if he hadn't smiled.
The moment he did, everyone's anger flared up all over again.
Just then...
BOOM!
A terrifying collision suddenly erupted from the Seventh Universe's side of the arena.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!
All the Gods of Destruction immediately appeared beside Beerus, staring intently toward the Seventh Universe's area.
"What terrifying power. Could that have reached the Seventh Order of the Divine Realm?"
Rumsshi, the elephant-like God of Destruction, swallowed nervously.
"This power has definitely reached the Seventh Order!"
Giin, the God of Destruction of the Twelfth Universe, clenched his fists tightly.
He looked at Beerus.
"When did your Seventh Universe get another monster this terrifying?"
All the Gods of Destruction stared intensely at Beerus.
Their eyes were filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.
The Seventh Universe already had Gran and Broly.
And now it was hiding another powerhouse of this level?
It was enough to drive them crazy!
"..."
Beerus also got up from his lounge chair.
He stood together with the others.
Faced with their questions, he didn't answer.
Instead, he simply frowned.
"Beerus, you bastard! You're seriously too much! Your Universe actually has another powerhouse like this. How are we supposed to fight?"
Champa angrily complained from the side.
The moment he finished speaking, Beerus punched him directly in the pig-like head.
"Ow!"
Champa immediately crouched down, clutching his head.
The corners of the other Gods of Destruction's mouths twitched.
The way these two brothers interacted was truly bizarre.
"Why did you hit me?"
Champa looked up angrily.
"Are you an idiot?"
Beerus looked at Champa as though he were looking at a complete fool.
"You called me an idiot?! I'll fight you!"
Champa was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed.
He stood up and reached for Beerus's neck.
Beerus sidestepped him.
He rubbed his forehead and said irritably,
"It's Gran's aura. He's back!"
"What?"
Champa's eyes widened.
The other Gods of Destruction were stunned as well.
They all carefully sensed the aura.
That divine presence was incredibly familiar.
It really was Gran!
"So Gran is back. I thought your Seventh Universe was hiding another powerhouse of this level!"
Champa patted his chest, looking visibly relieved.
"That really scared me!"
The other Gods of Destruction also breathed sighs of relief.
Belmod, narrowed his eyes slightly.
No one knew what he was thinking.
Giin, the God of Destruction of the Twelfth Universe, trembled involuntarily when he sensed that it was Gran's aura.
The main reason was that before he had known Gran's true strength, he had once provoked him.
He was afraid Gran had returned to settle the score.
"Hmph! What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and finish building the arenas!"
Beerus glared at the group.
"Beerus, can't you stop being such a bastard?"
Sidra, the dwarf-like God of Destruction, shouted angrily.
"Even someone hanging themselves needs to stop and catch their breath! Can't we rest for a moment?"
"Rest?"
Beerus crossed his arms and spoke coldly.
"Since you're all tired, then I'll just hold this tournament ten thousand years from now."
"After all, I'm not the one who's in a hurry."
The moment he said this...
With the exception of Champa, all the remaining Gods of Destruction immediately ran back to their respective areas and continued building the arenas.
"A bunch of useless cowards."
Beerus curled his lips as he watched them leave.
He had just turned around when he noticed Champa trying to sneak away.
"You fat pig, where are you going?"
"Gran is back, isn't he? I'm going to find him."
"Forget it. He'll come looking for us soon enough. Hurry up and finish dealing with the contestants from your side first."
".....Fine."
...
Meanwhile, Gran.
He continued walking around the Seventh Universe's area.
The more he walked around, the more he realized just how terrifying the Seventh Universe's hidden foundation had become.
Ignoring people like Satan who had simply come here for the excitement, the contestants who genuinely wanted to participate in the Universal Martial Arts Tournament all possessed at least 500 battle power.
One had to understand that 500 battle power was already stronger than Master Roshi.
And this was merely the weakest level among the contestants!
Unfortunately, entering even the Beginner Division required at least 100,000 battle power.
That meant contestants with battle power between 500 and 100,000 were destined to be eliminated.
"Gran, our Seventh Universe has become so strong now."
Bulma followed beside Gran, smiling brightly.
"It really is much, much stronger than before."
Gran continued walking as he spoke.
"Looking at our Mortal Level, we've already reached 4.20. Throughout the entire Zeno Universe, we're currently ranked ninth."
"The eighth-ranked Universe is the Fourth Universe, with a Mortal Level of 4.50. The Seventh Universe will soon surpass it."
"Hehe, that's all thanks to you, Gran!"
Bulma glanced at the contestants around them before suddenly frowning.
"Gran, there are simply too many people who want to participate this time. I feel like the number of spots you set is a little too low."
"There are only 100,000 spots for the Beginner Division's main tournament, and even after adding together the spots for all the divisions, there aren't even 200,000."
"Yet there are more than ten quadrillion mortals who have come here."
"The number of spots really is a little too small."
"Gran, you should set more spots next time. I feel like that would definitely help the Seventh Universe improve even more."
"Of course."
Gran nodded.
This was his first time organizing a Universal Martial Arts Tournament, so he really didn't have much experience.
More importantly, he hadn't been sure what level Whis and the other Angels could handle.
If there were too many participants and Whis and the other Angels couldn't process them all, then the Universal Martial Arts Tournament would become a complete failure.
But judging from the current situation, handling the contestants was apparently incredibly easy for Whis and Vados.
"Next time, I'll increase the number of spots."
"After all, we have plenty of Divine Fruits."
Gran smiled.
He had also collected the patent fees from the Tenth and Eleventh Universes.
There was absolutely no shortage of Divine Fruits.
"By the way, Gran!"
Hearing the mention of Divine Fruits reminded Bulma of something.
"What is it?"
"Well, it's like this..."
Bulma told Gran about how Beerus had extorted the other Gods of Destruction again.
After hearing everything, Gran abruptly stopped walking.
His entire face was filled with astonishment.
"This..."
Gran couldn't help sighing in admiration.
"Lord Beerus is impressive!"
Bulma covered her mouth and giggled.
"Lord Beerus said that you still don't understand how many Divine Fruits there actually are."
"That's true."
Gran nodded.
"I originally thought that taking ninety percent of their Divine Fruits was already an extremely harsh demand."
"Who would have thought they would actually agree to an even more outrageous condition?"
Gran couldn't help laughing.
He then continued walking.
Before long, he saw Son Gohan!
Son Gohan was standing together with Piccolo, Krillin, Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, and Chiaotzu.
They were all standing at the back of a line.
Clearly, they were waiting to have their battle power tested.
"Gran, Miss Kusu said Gohan's potential might not be inferior to that Quitela guy."
Bulma leaned closer.
"Kusu said that too?"
Gran froze for a moment before smiling.
"Kusu was right. Gohan's talent has always been terrifying."
"Especially now that he no longer wants to be a scholar and has devoted himself wholeheartedly to martial arts."
"His achievements in the future will definitely be even more impressive."
"That's good."
A smile appeared on Bulma's face.
She had been to the future timeline, so she knew exactly what happened to Son Gohan there.
Naturally, she was happy to see that Gohan could become stronger.
"They're about to start testing their battle power!"
Bulma stared intently ahead.
Gran also watched the group.
The first person to test his battle power was Yamcha.
He threw a punch.
After the testing machine processed the result, the displayed battle power was:
300,000 battle power!
Next came:
Chiaotzu — 200,000 battle power.
Tien Shinhan — 1.2 million battle power.
Krillin — 900,000 battle power.
"My god!"
Bulma's eyes widened.
"I remember that just two years ago, their battle power was only a few thousand!"
"I can't believe these guys have become this strong!"
Gran folded his arms and pondered.
"I remember they entered the Hyperbolic Time Chamber two years ago."
"You even know about that, Gran?"
Bulma was somewhat surprised.
Back then, after Future Trunks arrived in this timeline, Son Goku had taken them into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
But before that happened, Gran had already left the Seventh Universe with the Old Kai and the others because of the Zamasu Incident.
"I've been keeping an eye on them."
"I see."
Bulma realized that Gran seemed to care quite a bit about what happened on Earth.
Gran looked at the group ahead and calmly said,
"They spent two additional years training inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, so it's not surprising that they've reached their current level."
"Especially Krillin."
"When he was on Planet Namek, the Grand Elder unlocked his potential."
"As for Tien Shinhan, he's actually not a pure Earthling. He's a member of the Three-Eyed People."
"That's why he's become so much stronger than the others."
"Huh?"
Bulma covered her small mouth.
"Tien Shinhan isn't actually an Earthling?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Gran chuckled.
"Look at his forehead. He has a third eye there."
"Have you ever seen anyone else with an appearance like that?"
Bulma:
"..."
Now that she thought about it...
There really wasn't anyone else!
"Gran, it's Piccolo's turn!!"
Bulma suddenly became excited.
She knew that Piccolo had once been taught by Gran for two months.
Moreover, Piccolo had fused with another Super Namekian.
Bulma really had no idea how strong Piccolo had become.
The crowd ahead also began discussing among themselves.
"That person looks like a Namekian!"
"Oh? Didn't the Namekians already go extinct because of their planet's climate?"
"Your information is seriously outdated. The Namekians became active in the Universe again several years ago. You don't know about that?"
"There was such a thing?"
"Of course! Even the Emperor of the Universe, Frieza, died on Planet Namek. How could you not know?"
"What? When did Lord Frieza die?"
"..."
"Is your internet still running on 2G or something? Enough talking. He's about to start!"
Amid the noisy discussion, Piccolo stepped up to the testing machine.
He assumed an attacking stance.
Whoosh!
A white aura erupted around his body.
Immediately afterward, he threw a punch.
BOOM!
A deafening roar erupted from the battle power testing machine.
The numbers on the machine rapidly climbed.
A moment later, they stopped at...
[1.8 Billion]
"This... how is this possible?"
"That is 1.8 billion battle power! Since when did a Namekian become this powerful?"
"That's ridiculous! With 1.8 billion battle power, shouldn't he be able to enter the Advanced Division?"
"Definitely! He might even be able to enter the Peak Division!"
"..."
The entire area erupted into an uproar.
Meanwhile, on Gran's side.
Paragus could no longer contain his excitement.
His entire body trembled.
"Lord Gran, this guy is incredibly powerful!"
Even after transforming into a Super Saiyan, Paragus only had 400 million battle power.
Piccolo was several times stronger than him!
Gran shook his head.
"Two years ago, he fused with a Super Namekian, which brought his battle power to 1.2 billion."
"After another two years, reaching 1.8 billion isn't particularly surprising."
"After all, I taught him for a period of time."
Hearing that Gran had personally taught Piccolo, Paragus finally understood why Piccolo was so powerful.
After all, Gran was a Candidate God of Destruction.
If someone had the privilege of receiving his guidance, how could they possibly remain weak?
Bulma, standing nearby, was also shocked by Piccolo's strength.
With 1.8 billion battle power, he seemed to be almost on par with Vegeta.
"Huh?"
Bulma suddenly noticed that Broly seemed somewhat strange.
She looked at him curiously.
"You've been looking around this whole time. Who are you looking for?"
Gran and Paragus also turned toward Broly.
"Sis Bulma, I'm looking for that Vegeta guy."
Broly clenched his fists.
His voice was extremely cold.
"I figured he wouldn't miss a tournament like this."
Bulma:
"..."
Gran:
"..."
They had thought he was doing something important.
Turns out he was still thinking about Vegeta.
"Broly, you..."
Even Paragus had never expected Broly to still remember his promise to avenge him.
A warm feeling immediately filled his heart.
"Stop looking. That Vegeta guy is representing the Sixth Universe in this tournament."
"He isn't over here in the Seventh Universe."
Bulma shook her head.
"Hm?"
Gran froze.
He looked at Bulma.
"What happened? Why is that guy representing the Sixth Universe?"
Gran had only just returned.
After returning, he had gone to the Supreme Kai's Realm and then came straight here.
He had no idea what had happened with Vegeta.
Bulma had no choice but to explain everything.
She told Gran about the deal between Vegeta, Vados, Champa, and the others.
"After receiving Vados's guidance, he's only one step away from comprehending Destruction Power?"
Gran clicked his tongue in surprise.
"That guy..."
END OF CHAPTER
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