Events unfolded far too quickly.
In the blink of an eye, a full-scale clash between God of Destruction candidates had taken shape.
Champa felt utterly helpless.
These idiots truly didn't know the meaning of life or death—he had clearly told them that Gran was stronger than all of them combined, yet they still dared to challenge him.
But…
Daring to challenge the strong—that was the kind of martial resolve a God of Destruction candidate was supposed to have.
"Then hurry it up!"
As he spoke, Champa shot Gran a glance, clearly asking him—silently—to show some restraint.
Gran made an "OK" gesture.
Champa didn't quite understand it, but he could roughly tell that Gran had agreed.
So Champa, along with the Old Kai and the others, stepped aside and moved toward the lakeside, joining Beerus.
"Tsk, you fat pig—your candidates sure have guts, daring to challenge Gran."
Beerus lounged back on a beach chair, mocking him lazily.
Champa shot Beerus a glare but didn't bother to retort.
The focus returned to Gran.
Standing on the grassy field, Gran crooked a finger at the group opposite him.
"Don't waste time. Come at me together."
"Together?!"
Roz and the others instantly widened their eyes.
He had thought the challenge would be one-on-one.
Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that, in Gran's eyes, it was a one-versus-twenty.
"What arrogance! Then let me test your strength first!"
Rage flashed across Roz's face as he launched the first attack.
The instant he charged toward Gran, a surge of purple light burst from his body—
Self-Mastery!
In the Self-Mastery state, the stronger one's will, the greater the power they could unleash.
In that moment, Roz's strength skyrocketed to the early stage of the Third Realm of the Divine Domain.
"Self-Mastery? Third-Realm divine power… interesting."
The corners of Gran's mouth lifted slightly.
He had half-expected Roz to transform into a Super Saiyan instead.
"But that little bit of strength…"
Gran gazed forward calmly.
"…is nowhere near enough in front of me."
A streak of purple light tore toward him.
Roz's speed was terrifying—so fast that even space itself began to tremble.
Yet Gran didn't transform.
He simply raised one finger and gently extended it forward.
That finger met Roz's fist head-on.
BOOM!!!
A horrifying collision erupted, a violent shockwave exploding outward with annihilating force, sweeping across the surroundings.
"T-This… what kind of power is this?!"
Roz had aimed to smash Gran's face in with a single punch—
yet his strike was blocked by one finger.
No matter how hard he pushed, his fist couldn't advance even an inch.
In the distance, Hit—who had been standing with his hands in his pockets—slowly pulled them out.
For the first time, his expression turned incomparably grave.
Blocking Third-Realm divine power… with a single finger?
That was impossible.
The expressions of the other candidates were even worse.
Eyes bulging, mouths agape—they looked utterly stunned, like a group struck dumb.
They had known Gran was terrifying.
After all, even Lord Champa held him in such high regard.
But they had never imagined his strength would be terrifying to this extent.
After all—
Roz was the strongest and most gifted among them!
"One minute and fifty-nine seconds left."
Gran withdrew his finger and took two steps back, looking at Roz and the group behind him—including Hit.
As if to say—
Don't waste time. All of you, together.
"Then we'll all go at once."
Hit shot a glance toward the remaining God of Destruction candidates of Universe Six.
Seeing this, their hearts trembled again.
Hit was a lone-wolf assassin—his strength even surpassed Roz's.
And yet, at this moment, even he was calling for a joint assault.
But…
"Fine—let's all attack!"
The remaining candidates surged toward Gran.
Especially the Saiyans—
mid-charge, they transformed into Super Saiyans.
And not just that…
Super Saiyan Three!
This was the result of their training inside the Time Chamber.
RUMBLE!
Early stage, middle stage, peak stage of the First Realm—
this was the combined power of the remaining eighteen candidates.
None of them had broken into the Second Realm yet, but when their power erupted together, the battlefield was instantly devastated.
Howling winds. Crumbling mountains. The destruction palace collapsing.
Cracks spread across the very ground of the God of Destruction Realm.
"Good."
Gran rolled his wrists calmly.
Facing twenty God of Destruction candidates, not a trace of panic appeared on his face.
Then—
Gran moved.
He took a single light step forward.
In the instant that step landed, three fists and five kicks smashed into the spot where he had just been standing.
BOOM!
First-Realm and Third-Realm forces exploded in midair.
Space itself emitted a sharp crack, as if shattering.
Gran tilted his body slightly.
Once again, countless attacks struck only empty air.
At that moment, Gran looked like a nimble spirit.
Every casual motion allowed him to effortlessly evade the combined assault of Roz and the others.
By the lakeside, Beerus and Champa weren't surprised in the slightest.
The gap in martial realms between Gran and them was simply too vast.
Even if there were ten thousand more opponents like this, Gran would still handle it with the same ease.
But Vados and Whis were different.
The two angels exchanged a glance.
There was no silver radiance surrounding Gran—
yet his entire being was suffused with the essence of Ultra Instinct.
So that was it.
Gran had truly glimpsed martial arts at the Angel level.
END OF CHAPTER
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