"Pfft..."
Quitela could no longer hold back, opening his mouth to spit out a fist-sized orb of light. The orb resembled a condensed star, emanating a mysterious azure power as it slowly rotated in the air.
Soya narrowed his eyes, silently watching the orb of light.
Could this thing be Cosmic Essence?
It feels a bit like the angelic power Merus mentioned, pure yet carrying a mysterious aura.
Merus once said that Time Rings, Potara Earrings, and Crystal Balls all require Cosmic Essence to be refined.
If this thing really is Cosmic Essence…
A strange smile curled at the corner of Soya's mouth, his shoulders trembling slightly, making the few people beside him feel uneasy.
Vegeta and Raditz both twitched at the corners of their mouths, exchanging a look.
What is Soya scheming now?
That expression definitely means no good.
"This is only 5000 points, not enough!" Champa hefted the orb of Cosmic Essence, waving his fist dissatisfied, the greed in his eyes almost overflowing.
"Thud!"
Champa delivered another heavy punch to Quitela's stomach, the force even heavier than before.
"I'll give it to you, just stop hitting me!" Quitela convulsed in pain, tears almost coming out, hurriedly begging for mercy.
You see, although Soya and the others had tormented Quitela earlier, it was more mental torture, not very painful.
But now it was completely different.
Both being Gods of Destruction, Champa's fists landing on Quitela, who had already expended a large amount of God of Destruction energy, felt like being struck by steel spikes, the pain making his soul tremble.
"Negative emotional value from Quitela +1000!"
If it weren't for this Soya guy, would I be bullied by Champa?
I am the strongest God of Destruction after Beerus.
What the hell is Champa!
Once I get out, I'll pound you into mincemeat for sure!
"Pfft!"
Quitela opened his mouth again, spitting out another orb of 5000 point Cosmic Essence. The orb of light traced an arc in the air, landing before Champa.
Champa immediately gleefully pounced over, cupping the two orbs in his hands, directly storing the Cosmic Essence.
Immediately after, Champa walked over again, stretched out his paw, patted Quitela's cheek, smiling like a fox that stole a chicken, "Very good, we're even."
Quitela glared with wide eyes, feeling today was truly tragic.
Not only was he stuck in this strange cube wall, but Champa also extorted 10,000 points of Cosmic Essence from him.
But this was nothing major.
For Quitela, as long as he could regain his freedom, at worst he could just snatch it back from Champa.
I don't believe Champa won't give it to me!
If you don't give it, I'll beat you until you cry for daddy and hand it over obediently.
Quitela was still quite confident about this, after all, his strength was indeed a notch above Champa's.
"I've given you the Cosmic Essence, hurry up and think of a way to get me out." Quitela said with a dark face, his voice carrying suppressed anger, dangerous red light flickering on his horns.
"Wait until I go back and think of a way. When I think of a way, I'll come back and let you out." Champa said, turning and leaving, directly jumping out of the flying cube and disappearing into the dark cosmic space.
Quitela's face turned red then white, trembling with anger, his fur standing on end.
Damn you, Champa!
What do you mean, wait until you think of a way to let me out?
You clearly plan to just leave me stranded here!
"Get back here!" Quitela roared angrily, his voice echoing in the cosmic space, carrying the pressure of a God of Destruction.
Champa slowly stopped, turned around, looked at Quitela with a beaming smile, a cunning light flickering in his eyes.
Quitela shuddered with a chill, his scalp tingling under that gaze, hurriedly shutting his mouth, inwardly cursing himself for being impulsive.
"I just remembered… seems like you still owe me 5000 Cosmic Essence." Champa stroked his chin, pretending to be thoughtful, the tip of his tail forming a question mark behind him.
Quitela's face changed colors again and again, from green to purple, finally turning as black as the bottom of a pot, gnashing his teeth, "That's enough now, don't push your luck! Know when to stop, understand?"
"Fine, remember to pay me back next time." Champa snorted, turned around, and wobbled as he flew into the distance, his tail swaying triumphantly behind him.
Seeing Champa had already flown far away, Quitela's hanging heart finally settled, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
However, how could Soya just let Champa leave like that?
"Whoosh!"
Soya's figure flickered, activating instant transmission to instantly give chase, appearing beside Champa in the blink of an eye, a mischievous grin on his face, his eyes shining with cunning identical to Champa's.
"What do you want?" Champa warily took half a step back, crossing his arms, his belly sticking out even more.
"Nothing, just came out for some fresh air." Soya put his hands in his pockets, absolutely not mentioning Cosmic Essence, his gaze wandering as he looked at the distant nebula, "Staying inside the flying cube all the time is rather boring."
Champa grinned, showing two rows of small white teeth, watching coldly with arms crossed.
Can't I tell what you mean?
That new universe of yours was born not long ago, it hasn't nurtured any Cosmic Essence at all.
You, the Supreme Kai of this new universe, need Cosmic Essence to refine Crystal Balls, Time Rings, and Potara Earrings if you want them.
You chasing after me now, isn't it just to ask me for Cosmic Essence?
Since you're too embarrassed to say it, I can't be bothered to point it out.
"Mhmm, the air in cosmic space is really good, much fresher than in that broken cube." Champa took a deep breath, deliberately drawing out his tone.
"Yeah, yeah." Soya nodded along, pulling out a bottle of Combat God Water from his pocket. The transparent liquid sloshed inside the bottle, creating enticing ripples. He spun the bottle with his fingers, playing with it, but his eyes kept glancing at Champa.
Seeing the Combat God Water Soya pulled out, Champa's eyes instantly lit up, the bottle's reflection visible in his pupils. His throat moved involuntarily, and his tail almost stood up like a flagpole.
A brief silence spread between the two, the cosmos eerily quiet.
"Kid, if you lack Cosmic Essence, just say it directly." Champa finally couldn't hold back, licking his lips, "Trade with your Combat God Water, I won't bully you either."
"One bottle of Combat God Water for 10,000 points of Cosmic Essence, deal!" Soya chuckled, stopped spinning the bottle, and held it steadily in his palm.
Champa: "..."
Champa's face instantly darkened, two streams of white air puffing from his nose, his belly puffing up with anger.
Damn it, one bottle of Combat God Water for 10,000 points of Cosmic Essence!
Why don't you just rob me?
"Negative emotional value from Champa +666!"
"Kid, you must be dreaming." Champa gave Soya an annoyed glare, his body twitching with anger.
"I know, it's very precious." Soya nodded, then changed the subject, chuckling merrily, "But seems pretty easy to swindle from Quitela, huh? Look how easy it was for you just now."
Champa: "..."
If only I hadn't let this kid see me extorting Quitela!
Now it's great, he's got leverage on me.
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