Champa gleefully took his 11th sip of the Combat God Water.
Then, Champa discovered disappointedly that his power was no longer increasing.
Only 10 times, has it reached its limit already?
That lizard Frieza got an 80 times increase.
I don't believe it!
Champa took another sip of the Combat God Water.
His power still did not improve.
Champa felt a bit unsettled inside.
But after thinking it over carefully, Champa felt it must be because the Destroyer God's power is too strong, it probably shouldn't increase that many times.
If I also increased my power 80 times like Frieza did...
Tsk tsk... Could I even thrash the Great Priest Lord?
So, this thing can only increase power by 10 times, which does make sense.
10 times is good enough, it should be enough to beat that guy Beerus!
For a moment, Champa's thoughts ran wild, and he got a bit carried away.
"If Lord Champa likes the Combat God Water, you can participate in the World Martial Arts Tournament soon to be held on this planet. Third place can receive the Combat God Water." Merus said with a smile, joking lightly.
The speaker spoke, the listener listened.
Champa's eyes immediately sparkled with light.
Just by getting third place in the World Martial Arts Tournament, I can get another bottle of Combat God Water?
Isn't that very simple for me?
It's just this third place, it feels a bit unsatisfying.
Wait no, I could just go and steal it... why should I obtain it as a prize?
"Lord Champa wouldn't actually go and steal it directly, would you?" Merus suddenly said.
Champa: "..."
"You kid, are you using mind reading on me?" Champa's face darkened, glaring at Merus, he scolded angrily.
"No..." Merus wiped his sweat, giving a dry laugh, "It seems I was right."
Champa's cat face turned even darker.
"Lord Champa, we Galactic Patrolmen are truly cooperating with the Saiyans here. If the cooperation goes well enough, I think it will greatly help me complete my Angel training." Merus's expression became more serious, speaking gravely, "The Great Priest Lord definitely wants me to complete my Angel training as soon as possible."
Champa was speechless.
You've already brought up the Great Priest Lord, what else can I say?
"Rest assured, I won't do anything to them." Champa nodded, then added, "Since that bottle of Combat God Water is useless to you, why not give it to me."
"This... I'm afraid not." Merus shook his head in refusal, "This is a gift from King Soya, I still need to take it back for my teammates... so it can play a key role for them in dangerous times."
Champa resisted the impulse to swat Merus away.
If you weren't the Great Priest Lord's son, see how I'd teach you a lesson.
I still want to get more Combat God Water.
Best to get one more bottle!
With two bottles of Combat God Water in hand, I could walk sideways among the Destroyer Gods of the various universes in recent years.
Just thinking about it made Champa feel excited and thrilled.
After all, with only one bottle, it feels like it might be used up someday...
If I really go to steal from that Saiyan King...
Doing it in front of Merus would probably make me lose face.
If this kid weren't here, I could totally just snatch the Combat God Water.
But not now!
Should I, a Destroyer God, participate in a human martial arts tournament?
If this spreads to the other Destroyer Gods' ears, I might be laughed at by them for a long time.
Wait a minute...
Did I overlook some detail?
King Soya?
Is that kid Soya?
Didn't he die?
Is that guy Vados lying to me?
She Just knows how to tease a cat!
He's alive and well, isn't he?
And he's even come to this planet to act like a king and overlord.
Putting aside the matter of Soya...
How can I get another bottle of Combat God Water?
Just as Champa was thinking this, the stool under him suddenly moved.
Cooler finally regained a bit of consciousness, opening his dazed eyes, but his gaze lacked much spirit.
Champa's eyes immediately lit up, he grabbed Cooler, gripped his neck, and directly slapped him twice across the face.
Cooler was beaten into a daze, squinting his eyes, staring blankly at Champa in a trance.
"Lord Beerus... why did you hit me?" Cooler asked weakly, many, many question marks appearing above his head.
Champa: "..."
"Smack! Smack! Smack!"
Champa, furious, unleashed a barrage of blows on Cooler.
Cooler was beaten black and blue.
"I'm telling you for the last time, I am not Beerus, I am his twin brother Champa." Champa said with a dark face, glaring angrily at Cooler.
Cooler's eyes widened in shock.
This big fat cat is Lord Beerus's twin brother?
Why didn't you say so earlier!
If you don't say it, how would I know?
"Sorry... Lord Champa... I truly didn't know your real identity." Cooler said with a mournful face, hurriedly.
"Know now?" Champa snorted.
Cooler nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking rice.
"Do you know what place this is?" Champa asked again.
Cooler first looked confused, then glanced around, suddenly came to his senses, and replied, "Isn't this Planet Vegeta? Has Lord Champa come to destroy this planet?"
"Smack! Smack! Smack!"
Champa once again unleashed a barrage of blows on Cooler.
Cooler felt like ten thousand horses were galloping through his heart.
No... why are you hitting me?
Can we talk it out before hitting?
"Who said I came to destroy this planet?" Champa snorted coldly, glanced at Merus, and grinned, "Don't you think this planet's environment is very comfortable?"
Cooler: "..."
Cooler really wanted to curse.
You think this planet's environment is comfortable?
If you want to protect this planet, just say it directly.
"Yes... thinking about it now... this planet's environment is indeed very comfortable." Cooler could only force a dry laugh, following Champa's meaning.
However, Cooler's smile was uglier than crying.
"This planet will soon host the World Martial Arts Tournament. You go and participate in the competition, you must get third place, understand?" Champa ordered Cooler.
Cooler: "????"
Cooler immediately showed a face full of confusion.
No... what do you mean by getting third place?
Why not aim for first?
"Speak if you understand!" Champa slapped Cooler across the face again.
"Yes... understood." Cooler immediately saluted.
"Also, don't act recklessly on this planet, or even think about destroying this planet, don't have any such thoughts, otherwise I will personally destroy you!" Champa snorted, a mass of Destruction Energy appearing in his hand.
"Yes... I wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare!" Cooler's mouth twitched, his face instantly pale.
This guy can use Destruction too?
Terrifying, simply too terrifying.
Better go along with him for now.
It's just participating in some martial arts tournament, right?
"Also, you are not allowed to kill anyone on this planet. If I find out, you know what the consequences will be!" Champa threatened again.
"Whoosh!"
After speaking, Champa casually flung the Destruction Energy in his hand.
The Destruction Energy shot into the starry sky at high speed.
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