…
On the colossal arena.
"Tap. Tap."
The arena was as vast as an entire planet.
Its terrain varied wildly, and the place where Gran landed was a field of jagged rock formations.
"Hm? Where did Hit go?"
Gran frowned.
The moment he touched down, he realized Hit was gone.
…Don't tell me—
He suddenly lifted his head.
His gaze locked directly onto the Grand Priest's direction.
And as if by coincidence—
The Grand Priest was already looking at him.
A faint, elegant smile curved on his lips.
"So the random teleportation split me and Hit apart… Grand Priest, huh…"
Gran couldn't help but give a helpless chuckle.
It seemed the Grand Priest clearly understood that Gran could protect anyone until the very end.
So this was meant to increase the difficulty.
"But I can use Instant Transmission. Your random teleportation won't matter…"
Gran raised two fingers to his forehead.
And then
His expression froze.
He couldn't teleport.
"Not good."
Gran's face darkened.
Not only could he no longer use Instant Transmission
He couldn't fly either.
Of course, if those were the only restrictions, Gran could still cross the distance instantly with pure speed alone.
But the limitations didn't stop there.
The arena carried a suppressive force.
The stronger the individual—
The heavier the suppression.
And in Gran's vision
The Grand Priest's smile seemed to grow even brighter.
"…"
Gran was speechless.
Are you targeting me specifically?
Your Excellency, you're being a little mischievous.
At that moment
"Gran! Go find Hit immediately!"
Beerus's booming voice echoed from the viewing platform.
He looked visibly anxious.
Beside him, Champa and Universe 6's Supreme Kai Fuwa were equally tense.
Even the Old Supreme Kai clenched his fists for Hit's sake.
"Hahaha! Still thinking about finding Universe 6's candidate?"
"Do you really think we'll give you the chance? Champa, you and Beerus can prepare to accept punishment together!"
"Bellock! You're closest to Universe 6's candidate! Kill him first, then come help surround Beerus's successor!"
Voices of the Gods of Destruction reverberated throughout the World of Void.
In an instant, the atmosphere of the battle royale ignited.
Tension.
Excitement.
Bloodlust.
Not a single God of Destruction remained calm.
"Trash."
Gran ignored them.
He had already sensed Hit's aura.
Clearly, Hit had deliberately released it to reveal his location.
Clever.
Among all the candidates, Hit was undoubtedly one of the weakest.
Without Gran
He would certainly die.
But…
By exposing his aura, Gran could sense him.
So could everyone else.
"I'm coming, Hit. Hold on."
Gran abandoned the idea of teleporting or flying.
He prepared to charge forward
When suddenly—
A blue wolf burst across the rocky field from the distance.
"Hahaha! A candidate with Divine Dimension power? Let me see how strong you really are!"
It was Bergamo.
Candidate of Sidra from Universe 9.
"Excellent! I didn't expect Bergamo to be the first to reach him! Bergamo, show them your strength!"
Universe 9's Supreme Kai Roh cheered loudly.
"That's right! Our universe may rank low, but my candidate is no weakling! Bergamo, crush Beerus's successor!"
Sidra waved his arms wildly from the viewing platform.
On the arena.
Fueled by the gods' cheers, Bergamo's adrenaline surged.
He would prove the might of Bergamo the Crusher.
"Awooooo!"
"Die!"
"Hungry Wolf Pierce!"
A crimson streak slashed across the rocky terrain.
The attack carried the power of early Fourth Stage strength.
"Trash."
Gran remained expressionless.
He raised one hand.
Fingers spread.
Then
He clenched the empty air.
Crack
An invisible force abruptly halted Bergamo's Hungry Wolf Pierce mid-flight.
The moment Gran released his power—
Every God of Destruction present sensed it instantly.
BOOM
Like thunder splitting the sky.
The revelation struck them all senseless.
Sidra's voice trembled.
"T-This… This is Sixth Stage power!"
Quitela's eyes nearly burst from their sockets.
"Impossible! Fine—his dimension reached the peak. But why is his power this terrifying as well?!"
Belmod's face turned pale.
"Dual cultivation of dimension and strength… At his age, how could he possibly balance both?!"
Liquiir gritted his teeth.
"There's something wrong with him. No one reaches this level in just a few hundred years!"
Even the Angels were stunned.
Their gazes shifted toward Universe 7's platform.
Whis and Vados were smiling calmly—
As if they had known all along.
Of course.
Whis was Gran's master.
How could he not know?
And Champa's decision to ally with Universe 7 suddenly made perfect sense.
The Angels' eyes finally drifted toward Kusu and the Grand Priest
As though hoping to uncover the secret of Universe 7's "little monster."
"Hahaha! Kill my candidate? Sidra, your guy isn't good enough!"
Beerus laughed loudly.
Just because the others were incompetent didn't mean Gran was.
Sidra's face twisted between fury and fear.
He already knew.
Bergamo was finished.
Fourth Stage power could never withstand Sixth Stage.
"Gran! Don't waste time! Kill that blue wolf and go find Hit!"
Champa shouted anxiously.
Meanwhile
On the arena.
"You want to kill me? Then you die instead."
There was no mercy in Gran's eyes.
Only the cold indifference of a God of Destruction.
He slowly clenched his fist.
BOOM
The halted Hungry Wolf Pierce detonated violently.
Gran twisted his foot—
Bang!
The ground beneath him compressed into powder.
And in the next instant
He vanished.
"Not good!"
Bergamo sensed the danger and turned to flee.
Suddenly
Shhk!
A piercing sound sliced through the air.
Bergamo's pupils shrank violently.
He looked down.
A hole.
There was a hole through his heart.
Pain.
Unimaginable pain.
He wanted to scream—
But his consciousness was fading.
No sound escaped his throat.
Thud.
Bergamo collapsed onto the powdered earth.
Dust rose high into the air.
Then slowly settled
Covering his lifeless, wide-open eyes.
Bergamo—
Dead.
Universe 9.
Eliminated.
END OF CHAPTER
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