.....
"..."
Listening to Bulma's painfully awkward introduction, Moro almost couldn't resist killing the woman.
However...
The God named Gran standing before him was terrifyingly mysterious. Moro also knew that with his current old and decrepit body, there was no way he could defeat him.
Perhaps even Moro at his peak wouldn't have been able to defeat this man.
So...
He'd just have to put up with this woman for now!
"A Candidate God of Destruction?"
Moro muttered to himself before finally shaking his head.
"Sorry, but I've never heard of such a deity. As far as I know, the highest-ranking deity in the universe is the Grand Supreme Kai!"
"Isn't your information a little outdated? The Grand Supreme Kai has been dead for who knows how many years!"
Having stayed by Gran's side, Bulma already knew that the Grand Supreme Kai had been swallowed by Majin Buu.
"What?!!"
A huge storm immediately erupted in Moro's heart.
The reason he had been imprisoned in the Galactic Prison was because the Grand Supreme Kai had sacrificed most of his divine power to seal away Moro's magic. That was why Moro had been unable to escape the Galactic Prison.
And now, his enemy was actually dead?!
"I don't believe it!!"
Moro shook his head frantically.
"He suppressed me for so long, and I haven't even gotten my revenge yet! How could he possibly be dead?!"
As he spoke, a powerful aura erupted from his body.
Its battle power reached...
20 billion!
Gran's eyes narrowed.
As though space and time themselves meant nothing to him, he instantly appeared in front of Bulma.
Seeing Gran's back in front of her, Bulma patted her chest in relief.
"That really scared me to death. Gran, you're so nice!"
The commotion also attracted the attention of the martial artists nearby, but none of them dared to approach.
"Only 20 billion battle power left?"
Gran ignored the people around them and frowned.
He knew that Moro no longer possessed much of his former strength, but he hadn't expected him to be this weak.
"Hah... hah!!!"
Just releasing his anger for a moment had already left Moro gasping for breath.
"He's already this old, yet he's still participating in a universe-level martial arts tournament. Seriously!"
Bulma didn't know who Moro was, so she cautiously hid behind Gran.
"How did that dead fatty die?"
Moro glared at Bulma from behind Gran.
"Fatty?"
Bulma froze.
She had only heard about the Grand Supreme Kai. She had no idea that he had been a fat man.
"That fatty was the Grand Supreme Kai."
Seeing Bulma's confused expression, Gran had no choice but to explain.
"I see."
Only then did Bulma understand.
"How exactly did that dead fatty die?!!"
Moro roared.
"Gran, he's yelling at me!"
Bulma immediately ducked her head behind Gran and complained pitifully.
Gran's expression instantly darkened.
"You want to die? I'll grant your wish!"
He raised one finger.
At the tip of his finger, a purple light the size of a grain of rice appeared.
"Again... that same power!!"
Moro retreated repeatedly in terror.
He could feel even his soul trembling.
Gran's gaze was ice-cold.
"Pray that you survive."
He didn't waste any more words.
He lightly pointed his finger forward, and the tiny sphere of Destruction Energy shot toward Moro at terrifying speed.
Forget the elderly Moro.
Even Moro at his peak would have had no chance of dodging this attack from Gran.
"AAAAAH!!!"
The instant the purple sphere touched Moro, it immediately spread across his body.
Moro's body convulsed violently, as though he had been struck by countless bolts of electricity.
"Let's go."
Gran didn't spare Moro another glance.
He turned around and left.
Looking at Gran's tall figure from behind, Bulma covered her chest with one hand, unable to calm the strange feeling stirring inside her.
Lord Gran is seriously handsome!
"This guy was hit by Big Brother Gran's Destruction Power. He's definitely dead. Sister Bulma, aren't you coming?"
"Ah... Right, right, let's go!"
Bulma came back to her senses and happily skipped after them.
Broly glanced back at Moro, who was being tortured until he barely looked like a goat anymore.
He curled his lips.
What an idiot!
He then followed the others.
Soon, Bulma and Gran's voices could be heard from ahead.
"Hehe, Lord Gran～～"
"Little girl, what are you trying to do with that tone?"
"Gran protected me so much. I'm so touched～～"
"..."
"Gran, why aren't you answering me?"
"Because you're disgusting!"
"Gran, you're a jerk! I was genuinely touched, and yet you had to ruin the mood with something like that! I'm so mad!"
"..."
Their voices gradually faded into the distance.
Meanwhile, Moro continued struggling on the spot.
"AAAAAH!!"
"It... It hurts so much!!"
"What kind of power is this?! Why is even my soul in agony?!"
Moro clutched his head and rolled around on the ground.
The martial artists nearby watched Moro's suffering but didn't dare to approach.
They were terrified that the purple energy might somehow stick to them.
Time slowly passed.
Moro's screams gradually weakened.
Eventually, he lay motionless on the ground like a corpse.
The other martial artists still didn't dare approach him.
After all, the 20 billion battle power Moro had released earlier was enough to make them extremely wary.
Three minutes passed.
The martial artists surrounding Moro wanted to see whether he had anything valuable on him, so they cautiously began approaching.
When they were only half a meter away...
Moro suddenly moved.
His face had originally been pressed against the ground, but he suddenly raised his head.
Both hands shot toward two nearby martial artists.
SHHHK!
The two martial artists were instantly drained until they became nothing more than dried corpses!
"Not good! Run!!!"
The crowd scattered in every direction.
But it was already too late.
Moro transformed into a black shadow, continuously harvesting the life force of the martial artists around him.
Ten minutes passed!
Everyone who had been too slow to escape in this area had been drained dry by Moro.
"Hah... hah..."
One of Moro's abilities was the absorption of life energy.
As long as he absorbed enough life energy, he could steal another person's lifespan, restore his youth, and extend his own life!
However, after draining everyone in this area, his appearance still hadn't become any younger.
Instead, his breathing had become even more labored.
He looked even older than before!
That was because he had just used the absorbed energy to repair the injuries inflicted upon his body.
However, the Destruction Power enveloping him couldn't be forcibly removed by the life energy he absorbed.
All he could do was allow the Destruction Power to continue destroying his body, then use the life energy he absorbed to repair himself.
It was a constant battle between destruction and regeneration!
Only when the Destruction Power surrounding him finally lost its effect did Moro manage to survive.
"What... What the hell is this power? I almost died!"
Moro gasped for breath, his face filled with lingering fear.
There was no denying it.
As the first major villain to appear after the Tournament of Power arc, Moro's special ability was truly formidable!
Even after being struck by Destruction Power, he had actually managed to survive by relying on his unique ability.
In the anime, the only people who could accomplish something like this were Golden Frieza and Son Goku.
As for Future Zamasu encountering Goku's "Destruction," and Android 17 enduring Toppo's Destruction Power...
One of them didn't rely on his own abilities, while the other wasn't actually hit by genuine Destruction Power.
Therefore, neither of them could truly be considered to have endured Destruction Power through their own abilities.
Of course...
Before the Tournament of Power, the reason Son Goku and Frieza were able to withstand Destruction Power was also because the Destruction Power of Sidra, the God of Destruction of the Ninth Universe, wasn't particularly strong.
It was the same with Gran now.
Gran's Destruction Rule had only reached the peak of the Second Order.
Relatively speaking, that was indeed somewhat weak.
There was another, even more important reason.
Gran hadn't gone all out.
With the Universal Martial Arts Tournament approaching, every powerhouse in the Seventh Universe was important.
As a Candidate God of Destruction, Gran hadn't actually intended to kill Moro.
Of course, Moro's disrespect still needed to be punished.
If he couldn't survive Gran's Destruction Power, Gran wouldn't feel particularly sorry about it.
He could only say that Moro's fate had simply been sealed.
"No. With a powerhouse like that here, I can't stay here any longer!"
After resting for a while and regaining enough strength to move, Moro began scanning his surroundings.
He saw twelve enormous glowing sources.
Those twelve sources of light were the twelve universes.
Unfortunately, Moro didn't recognize them.
"Damn it, where exactly am I?"
Moro was completely dumbfounded.
After thinking for a moment, he immediately flew toward those glowing sources.
"Now that they've let me out of the Galactic Prison, they can forget about ever catching me again!"
"Just wait. Don't think that being a God makes you so great. Once I absorb enough life energy, I'll definitely come back for revenge!"
"And that dead fatty, the Grand Supreme Kai. He died so quickly! Heaven really does have eyes!"
"..."
Moro had absolutely no interest in this Universal Martial Arts Tournament.
He was even less interested in the life fruits offered as tournament rewards.
After all, he could absorb other people's life force himself.
What he wanted was freedom!
Whoosh!!!
Moro's speed grew faster and faster as he moved farther and farther away from the original preliminary selection area.
Suddenly!
BOOM!!!!
Moro seemed to slam into an invisible wall.
Because he was moving so quickly, the terrifying impact left his head spinning.
"This..."
"What is going on?"
Moro slowly recovered from seeing stars.
He reached out with both hands and touched the void.
He had actually touched a wall!
Yet his naked eyes couldn't see it at all!
"I don't believe it!!"
Moro's eyes bulged with rage.
He unleashed all the power remaining in his body and slammed a powerful energy blast into the wall.
BOOM!
After the smoke dispersed, the transparent wall remained completely intact.
"Just what kind of strength does the God hosting this Universal Martial Arts Tournament possess?!"
"Could it be that I have to participate in the entire Universal Martial Arts Tournament before I can leave this place?"
The elderly Moro continued gasping for breath.
He wasn't stupid.
He immediately figured out the key point.
Moro's expression became extremely ugly.
He had no choice but to fly back toward the preliminary selection area.
What Moro didn't know was that his assumption was completely wrong.
Even if he participated in and completed the entire Universal Martial Arts Tournament, he still wouldn't be able to leave this place.
Once the Universal Martial Arts Tournament ended, everyone would simply be returned to the places they had originally come from.
...
Meanwhile.
Gran continued wandering around the Seventh Universe's preliminary selection area with Bulma and Broly.
"He's actually still alive!"
Broly looked up.
"What do you mean, still alive?" Bulma asked.
"Sister Bulma, that Moro guy isn't dead!"
"What?"
Bulma's eyes widened.
She immediately grabbed Gran's arm.
"Gran, that guy isn't dead!"
"..."
Gran lowered his head and glanced at his arm.
Bulma was wearing a white T-shirt, and its fabric perfectly outlined her prominent curves.
His arm was currently nestled between two soft mounds.
"Gran, does it look good? Comfortable?"
Bulma grinned mischievously.
"You're being pretty bold for someone who just showed such disrespect to a God of Destruction."
Gran stared at Bulma.
Bulma wasn't afraid of him at all.
She continued hugging his arm and stuck out her tongue.
"So what? Gran isn't a bad person."
"..."
Gran pulled his arm free and lightly tapped Bulma on the head.
"Stop fooling around, or I'll beat you up!"
With that, he continued walking forward.
Bulma looked at Gran's back and stomped her foot.
She had no choice but to follow him.
"Gran, that Moro guy really isn't dead!"
"I already helped you vent your anger. He paid the price for his disrespect. If he didn't die, then he didn't die."
"But..."
"No buts. Don't let his old appearance fool you. His abilities are actually quite terrifying. We need him for this Universal Martial Arts Tournament."
"..."
Upon hearing that the Seventh Universe needed Moro, Bulma immediately fell silent.
She was also a member of the Seventh Universe, and she wanted the Seventh Universe to win.
Over the following seven days...
Gran finally finished observing all the participants in the Seventh Universe's section.
There was no denying it.
Whis was truly impressive.
All the criminals from the Galactic Prison had been transferred here.
Gran even saw several interesting individuals he had encountered back when he visited the Galactic Prison.
Unfortunately, they were all still sealed.
Aside from them, Gran also discovered the Seventh Universe's top-tier powerhouses.
Besides Broly, Moro, Son Goku, and the others, there were another five powerhouses who possessed the strength of the Fifth Order of the Divine Realm!
That's right.
All of them possessed Fifth-Order Divine Realm pure power!!!!
"My God! Is our Seventh Universe really this powerful?"
Bulma swallowed hard once again.
"Big Brother Gran, wasn't our Seventh Universe originally ranked second from the bottom? How can we have so many powerful fighters?"
Broly was equally astonished.
Gran didn't say anything.
Or rather, he didn't know what to say.
Even he had been thoroughly shocked.
At the beginning, the strongest fighters publicly known in the Seventh Universe had been Frieza, followed by Cooler, Android 18, Android 17, Zangya, Bojack, Cell, Dabura, Majin Buu...
He had genuinely never imagined that the Seventh Universe was hiding so many powerful experts!
END OF CHAPTER
Disciple of Beerus - MrBehringer's Secret
👉 patreon.com/MrBehringer