"What the hell was that for? We're on your side!" Belmod shouted from outside the arena.
"You seriously plan to take on the Great God of Destruction by yourself?" Heles demanded.
"We weren't even getting in your way!" Liquiir added, rolling his eyes.
Beetela looked down at the four eliminated Gods of Destruction with an infuriatingly smug smile. "You were getting in the way of my performance, so I got rid of you. Four useless deadweights couldn't settle things with Broly after all that time anyway."
Belmod and the others glared back at him, furious at the sheer arrogance of it. He hadn't beaten Broly either, yet he was already talking as though victory belonged to him.
"From here on, I'll handle Broly myself." Beetela descended from the air and landed directly in front of him. "Once I beat him, I'll be the new Great God of Destruction!"
Broly answered by lowering his stance and raising his guard.
"Come on, Broly. I'll show you what a real Great God of Destruction looks like."
Beetela lunged first, driving a heavy punch straight toward Broly's head. Broly caught the fist in one hand and immediately drove a knee toward his abdomen, but Beetela reacted just as quickly, dropping a hand to block the rising strike before it could connect.
The two exploded into motion from there, trading blows across the arena without giving either side a clean advantage. After roughly ten seconds, Beetela slipped behind Broly and buried a kick into his lower back, sending him stumbling forward. Broly rolled with the impact and recovered cleanly, landing back on his feet before he could lose control of his momentum.
"Not bad," Beetela said with a grin. "Those reflexes really are worthy of Broly."
Broly roared and charged again, reaching for Beetela's head, but the fusion leaned back just enough to avoid his hand and drove an uppercut into Broly's chest.
Broly coughed up a mouthful of bile as Beetela pulled away and opened some distance between them.
"I already know that trick!" Beetela laughed. "You think I'm going to let you grab my head and grind my face into the floor? Don't be ridiculous!"
His laughter faded when Broly's figure suddenly blurred before his eyes. A bad feeling hit him immediately, and a moment later Broly appeared behind him with an arm sweeping across at head level.
Beetela ducked beneath the strike and fired a backward kick, but Broly leaned away from it and swept his legs out from under him in the same motion. Before Beetela could recover, Broly was already on top of him, one hand clamped around his head as he drove his face against the arena floor and dragged him across it.
Beetela howled in pain and hammered Broly's torso with heavy punches, but Broly barely reacted. Instead, he increased the pressure and kept grinding Beetela's head against the floor until even the fusion's smug composure began to crack.
Punch after punch slammed into Broly's chest without making him release his grip. Broly finally answered with a brutal strike of his own, smashing Beetela in the chest hard enough to make him spit up bile.
Broly seized one of Beetela's arms before he could recover and began whipping him back and forth, smashing him against the arena from every direction. After more than ten seconds of punishment, he finally drove Beetela into the floor and released him.
The fusion lay motionless.
The eliminated Gods of Destruction stared in disbelief, unsure whether the fight had really ended that quickly.
"Did he lose?" Rumsshi asked, eyes wide.
"Even a fusion of Gods of Destruction can't beat the Great God of Destruction?" Heles said in shock.
Liquiir kept watching more carefully. "No. I don't think it's over yet."
The two Zenos, meanwhile, were delighted. The exchange had been exactly the kind of spectacle they wanted, and Zeno-sama clapped happily before turning toward Future Zeno.
"That was fun, wasn't it?"
"Yeah. Really fun," Future Zeno agreed. "Too bad we never had anything like this in my timeline."
"You can't go back there. It was destroyed."
"Ken restored it," Future Zeno reminded him with a grin.
The Grand Priest glanced toward Ken. "It seems both Zeno-samas are enjoying themselves."
"As long as they're having fun," Ken replied.
The Grand Priest's smile deepened slightly. "Still, a fused God of Destruction is capable of much more than this."
Ken kept his eyes on the arena. "I know. Beetela's pretending."
"Correct."
Right on cue, Beetela suddenly sprang back to his feet and brushed the dust from his body, his fighting spirit completely intact. Broly didn't look surprised in the slightest. If anything, his expression grew even more serious as he settled back into his stance.
"That was a decent attack," Beetela admitted, smiling again. "Unfortunately for you, I haven't even started fighting seriously yet."
Broly gave him no verbal response. Dark green energy erupted from his body once more, lightning snapping around him as his power surged.
"Good." Beetela's grin widened. "Now let's have some real fun."
A violent purple-red aura burst around him in return as he pushed his destruction energy to its limit. The eliminated Gods of Destruction stared at the display for a moment before their annoyance returned almost immediately. Beetela had only existed for a few minutes and was already acting unbearably superior; the thought of someone like him ever becoming their leader was enough to make several of them shudder.
Then Beetela attacked.
With Beerus and Quitela's combined power finally unleashed, the balance of the fight changed almost immediately. Beetela drove Broly backward under a relentless barrage, denying him any chance to properly counterattack.
"How's that, Broly?" Beetela taunted while continuing to hammer him with blows. "You call yourself the Great God of Destruction, but you can't even beat me! What kind of Great God of Destruction is that?"
A heavy punch caught Broly cleanly across the face and nearly knocked him off his feet. Beetela followed with a kick to the abdomen that sent him skidding backward across the arena, his boots carving two long trails into the floor.
When Broly glanced behind him, the edge of the ring was almost beneath his heels.
One more step and he would be eliminated.
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