"T-This… this is impossible!!"
After every single attack missed its mark, Roz and the other God of Destruction candidates froze in place.
Effortless. Casual. Almost playful.
That was the impression Gran gave them.
Just what kind of martial path was this?
"One minute and thirty seconds left," Gran said calmly without even turning around.
"Damn it!"
Roz clenched his fists tightly.
"I refuse to believe this—keep attacking!"
The group charged at Gran once more.
This time, Gran didn't evade.
He began to play with them.
Bang!
Bang!
Fists collided. Legs clashed. Energy blasts detonated.
In the moments that followed, the candidates unleashed everything they had learned during their training in the Time Chamber.
The battlefield continued to expand.
The God of Destruction Realm suffered heavier and heavier damage—more than half of it was reduced to ruins by the chaos Gran and the others caused.
"Take this!"
After sidestepping three punches in a row, Gran twisted his body, a mischievous grin forming at the corner of his lips as he clenched his fist and surged forward.
Standing right in front of him—
Was Roz.
Roz didn't retreat.
The purple light around his body grew even more brilliant, a sign that his will had reached an unprecedented peak.
"Destruction!"
He spread his fingers, a terrifying force capable of erasing all things erupting from his palm.
But—
That level of Destruction energy meant nothing to Gran.
Boom!
Under Gran's fist, Roz's Destruction power shattered instantly, dissolving into countless specks of purple light before vanishing completely.
"How is that possible?!"
Roz's pupils contracted violently.
This was the power of a God of Destruction—yet it couldn't even graze a single hair on Gran's body.
And then—
Before Roz could recover, Gran's fist smashed straight into his face.
Pffft!
Blood sprayed from Roz's mouth as the blow sent him flying sideways.
"One minute left," Gran said, turning his gaze toward the remaining candidates.
"Your turn."
The moment Gran looked at them, the remaining God of Destruction candidates felt their hearts skip a beat.
At last, they understood—
Their Lord of Destruction hadn't been exaggerating.
Gran truly was stronger than all of them combined.
And terrifyingly so.
"Roz… was defeated!"
"Damn it! We're God of Destruction candidates of Universe Six! Even if we know we'll lose, I won't retreat!"
"That's right! Lord Gran—use your full power! Even if I die, I won't disgrace Universe Six!"
"Charge!!"
Shouts filled with burning resolve echoed throughout the God of Destruction Realm.
Their determination made Gran look at them in a new light.
Their strength might be lacking—
But their spirit was admirable.
"Use my full power?" Gran sighed helplessly as they charged him.
"If I did that, you'd all die."
He had already promised Champa to go easy on them.
Killing them would only earn him a furious lecture.
They had no grudges between them—there was no need.
Gran transformed into a streak of white light, flashing across the shattered battlefield—
Like Ghost Shadow Flash from an online dungeon crawler.
When the light vanished, every remaining candidate collapsed to the ground.
All unconscious.
"So this is the power of a God of Destruction candidate…"
Roz lay sprawled in the distance, slamming his fist into the ground in frustration.
Twenty people had surrounded him—
Wait.
No.
There was still Hit.
"Hit! Where did you go?!" Roz roared angrily.
They had agreed to attack Gran together—yet at the crucial moment, Hit had vanished.
The instant Roz's voice fell—
"Time-Skip!"
Humm—
The entire battlefield seemed to freeze halfway through motion.
Within this frozen world, aside from the assassin himself, no one could move.
A purple silhouette flickered through the suspended scene.
Hit appeared behind Gran, disappointment flashing across his face.
Defeating nineteen God of Destruction candidates was impressive—
But nothing he couldn't do himself.
He aimed at Gran's heart and temple.
Just as he was about to strike, Champa's warning echoed in his mind:
Never show killing intent toward Gran.
Almost instinctively, Hit changed targets.
Instead of killing him, he attacked the back of Gran's neck, intending to knock him unconscious.
And yet—
"Being able to hold back at the last moment… very good."
Gran's voice echoed within the frozen time.
"In the God of Destruction candidate battle, I'll make sure you stay alive."
Crack!
The frozen world shattered like glass.
"N-No… impossible!!"
Hit stood behind Gran, completely unharmed.
His arm was still raised in mid-air.
But—
His Time-Skip space had been broken.
By the lakeside, the gathered gods were visibly confused.
Shin's eyes widened.
"Ancestor—how did that Hit get behind Gran?"
The Old Kai frowned.
"I… I'm not sure either."
Beerus glanced at Champa.
"So this is what you meant by using time?"
Champa grinned smugly.
"Well? Pretty impressive, right?"
Truthfully, Champa himself hadn't understood it at first either.
Only after Vados explained it did he finally grasp what Time-Skip truly was.
"Impressive?" Beerus scoffed.
"It was still broken by Gran, wasn't it?"
Beerus hadn't been watching carefully—after all, the outcome had never been in doubt.
"Lord Beerus," Whis said solemnly,
"that assassin is indeed remarkable."
"He can manipulate time… like an angel."
[Note: This statement is canon to both the manga and anime.]
"Manipulate time like an angel?!"
Beerus, the Old Kai, and Shin all exclaimed in shock.
"Yes."
Whis narrowed his eyes.
"This isn't simple time-stopping. He skips time itself—then stores that skipped duration to form a space where only he can move."
[Note: This explanation comes directly from Vados in the anime.]
Shin was completely lost.
Even the Old Kai looked stunned.
Beerus, however, seemed to grasp it.
"So he's creating something like a parallel temporal space?"
"…That is pretty impressive."
Beerus crossed his arms, the disdain in his eyes completely gone.
"His raw strength may be lacking…"
"But his survival ability is terrifying."
END OF CHAPTER
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