Can't an Angel See Through Such a Simple Trick?

The Grand Minister glanced in Frieza's direction.

Frieza's lips twitched, and his expression looked somewhat unnatural.

Will he find out about me?

I'll pretend I stepped on it accidentally.

You're so small, is it wrong for me to step on you?

The Grand Minister ignored Frieza and immediately announced the rules of the competition.

"The rules for this God of Destruction Selection Tournament are simple. The total match time is 20 minutes. There is a pillar in the center of the arena that will sink periodically until it is level with the ring, at which point the match time will end," the Grand Minister announced. "Furthermore, flight is restricted during the match, except for those with wings; weapons are not allowed; and killing is prohibited! The only way to win is to knock your opponent out of the ring. The last contestant remaining in the ring after the time is up will be chosen as the new God of Destruction of Universe 18. Everyone, do you have any objections? If so, please speak before the match begins."

Luo Tian listened from afar.

Isn't this just a common tactic used in the Tournament of Power?

Why did you move it here?

Uh... this God of Destruction Selection Tournament predates the Tournament of Power by several decades.

It seems the Tournament of Power simply copied the format of the God of Destruction Selection Tournament.

Can't you try something new?

For example, drawing lots for one-on-one matches or something...

"Grand Minister, if you knock your opponent to the ground, does that mean they haven't lost?" Toppo asked, raising his hand.

"If your opponent is knocked to the ground, you may throw him off the ring," the Grand Minister replied expressionlessly.

"The match is about to start, but what if several players are left behind?" Magikayo asked.

"Based on your performance in the competition, I will select the best player in this competition to serve as the new God of Destruction for Universe 18," the Grand Minister explained with a slight smile. "So those players who want to take advantage of the situation are probably in for a tough time."

Damon: "..."

Dharma lay prostrate at Frieza's feet, speechless for a while.

Is this about me?

Lord Quitela intends to let me slack off.

Looks like I can't touch it anymore.

I'm touching this guy's feet right now...

This guy's feet smell pretty bad.

That smells absolutely awful...

"Hello... Grand Minister, I also have something I'd like to ask you." Zamasu also raised his hand.

"You said, Mr. Zamasu." The Grand Minister nodded.

"Those three contestants over there all seem to be from Universe 7!" Zamasu pointed at Broly, Frieza, and Majin Buu, gritting his teeth as he said, "If they team up, they'll probably have a huge advantage, right?"

"You're right." The Grand Minister didn't deny Zamasu's statement, but said with a mocking smile, "After all, God of Destruction's choice, besides possessing great strength, is also commendable if he understands human relationships."

Zamasu: "..."

"Hey, Fatty, how about we team up? Let's get everyone else off the stage first, and then the two of us can have a showdown?" Broly's eyes lit up, and he immediately turned to Majin Buu and suggested.

Majin Buu thought about it seriously, then readily nodded in agreement.

Zamasu felt completely terrible at that moment.

This is fucking ridiculous!

If I hadn't said that, would those two have never formed an alliance?

Zamasu also wanted to join forces with others.

However, as a god, Zamasu felt that cooperating with humans was an insult to his divine status.

I am the Supreme God, and I do not believe I cannot defeat these humans.

I don't want to form an alliance with them.

"Do you have any more questions?" the Grand Minister asked again.

The contestants present all shook their heads.

The Grand Minister slowly took to the air, and after reaching a certain altitude, loudly announced, "The Universe 18 New God of Destruction Selection Tournament now begins!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Frieza kicked Damon down below.

"Call out!"

Damon flew outwards, tracing a straight line through the air.

Just as Damon was about to fly off the ring.

"Smack!"

Damon's wings twitched slightly, flapping frantically.

Damon flew swiftly toward the ring.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you could fly. No wonder, you have wings." Frieza snorted, raising his right hand, red light gathering at his fingertips.

"Call out!"

A fiery red streak shot towards Damon.

"Ah..."

Damon let out a scream, unfortunately taking the hit, and immediately swayed and fell off the ring.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, Damon fell off the ring and appeared in the stands.

"I'm sorry, Lord Quitela ... I've been eliminated." Damon's voice rang out beside Quitara.

Quitela felt like a million alpacas were running through his mind.

"You idiot! You only lasted less than 3 seconds!" Quitela roared.

Damon looked aggrieved.

I want to cry too.

Who can I turn to for justice?

"What happened? Were we discovered so easily?" Quitela's brows furrowed tightly.

"That contestant named Frieza is wearing a high-tech device on his eyes that can detect Damon's location," Angel Cognac remarked.

"What? We're allowed to wear this high-tech stuff during the competition?" Quitela exclaimed.

However, as soon as Quitela finished speaking, he saw the Grand Minister looking in their direction.

Quitela was startled and quickly lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong.

"I can only say that Mr. Damon was unlucky," Cognac said calmly.

Damon felt even more aggrieved.

However, Damon's size is too small, making it almost impossible to capture his facial expressions.

"Never mind, it seems we're destined to be without the Gods of Destruction of the Universe 18." Quitela shook his head.

"Whoosh!"

As they were talking, the Grand Minister suddenly appeared near Quitela and Cognac.

"Eliminary universes may stay and continue watching the competition, or they may leave on their own. There is no need to say goodbye to me when you leave," the Grand Minister said expressionlessly, his hands behind his back.

"Yes! Grand Minister!"

Quitela and Cognac responded together.

After the Grand Minister finished speaking, he immediately returned to the side above the arena to continue watching the match.

"Lord Quitela, shall we stay and watch the game?" Cognac asked.

"I'm not watching anymore. Staying here would be too embarrassing, and the other God of Destruction would definitely laugh at me. I should leave now." Quitela thought about it seriously and decided that it was better to leave first.

They were eliminated in less than 3 seconds at the start of the game.

This is fucking...

This kind of thing is enough for the Gods of Destruction of the Universe to laugh at for decades.

"You could at least hold out for three minutes." Quitela grew angrier and angrier, picked a booger from his nose, and flicked it at Damon.

"Bang!"

Damon was pressed down by a booger and felt a critical hit of 100,000 points.

Lord Quitela... you're going too far.

Seeing Damon trapped under his own booger, struggling like a dung beetle, Quitela felt much better.

That's so embarrassing for me.

If you manage to last three minutes and get eliminated, at least I can stay and watch the game.

But now I'm too ashamed to stay.

Just as I wished for it, it came true.

"Hahaha, Quitela, your universe's contestant is truly unexpected." Rumsshi said smugly, shaking his elephant trunk. "No wonder I felt something was off earlier. Turns out you picked such a tiny thing to participate in the competition! It seems it was eliminated in less than three seconds."

"Hahaha, it's the same reason why Quitela can only last three seconds normally," Champa laughed heartily from the side.

"Champa, what did you say? Quitela usually only lasts three seconds?" Belmod chimed in, laughing as he asked.

Quitara, relying on his superior strength, has bullied other God of Destruction quite a bit.

Now, we'll take every opportunity to step on things.

"You... you really don't understand us rats!" Quitela snorted. "Do your own research; even ordinary rats have 15 hours of rest!"

Upon hearing this, many of the God of Destruction present fell silent.

Luo Tian also fell silent.

"Let's go, Cognac!" Quitela called out.

After speaking, Cognac tapped his Scepter lightly on the ground, and a dazzling light, like a star, enveloped himself, Quitela, and Damon.

As for that booger, it has already been removed by the Angelic Power.

"Call out!"

Cognac took Quitela away from the scene.

After all, Quitela felt it was too embarrassing.

He was eliminated in less than three seconds throughout the entire match.

That was a resounding slap in the face.

On the arena.

"Hehehe... I thought he was something special, but it turns out he's just this weak. How dare someone like him participate in the God of Destruction election?" Frieza let out a series of eerie laughs. "Considering that I eliminate a contestant every three seconds, shouldn't I be awarded the title of best contestant?"

Just as Frieza finished speaking, a small figure came rushing in from a distance.

Frieza turned his head and was shocked to find that the Legendary Super Saiyan was running towards him.

It resembled a fighting bull.

"No... no good!" Frieza's expression changed repeatedly.

At this critical moment, Frieza could no longer pretend; he immediately perked up and his body rapidly changed.

In an instant, Frieza transformed into his final form.

Broly had just rushed over when he saw Frieza's strange transformation.

However, this does not mean that Broly will stop.

Broly stretched out his little hand and jumped up to press it against Frieza's head.

The reason for jumping high is that it's impossible to fly on this arena.

Broly leaped into the air, reaching a great height, and reached out his little hand to grab Frieza's face.

Frieza reacted extremely quickly, immediately throwing a punch at Broly.

"Bang!"

Broly punched Frieza in the waist.

Broly didn't utter a sound, and his pace didn't change at all.

"What?" Frieza's pupils contracted, and he took a step back.

Just then, Broly's little hand was already pressed against Frieza's face.

Immediately afterwards, Broly pressed Frieza's head down and slammed it hard onto the ground.

"Awoo..."

Frieza let out a piercing scream and immediately felt a wave of dizziness.

Is this the Legendary Super Saiyan?

That punch was incredibly powerful!

You're in great shape!

The problem is, he seems to be only five or six years old, right?

It's incredible that a five- or six-year-old monkey could be this powerful.

"Sizzle..."

Broly pressed Frieza's head down and pushed him forward on the ring like a bulldozer.

Frieza felt as if his head had been flattened, and his mind went completely blank.

Broly pressed Frieza's head down and quickly appeared at the edge of the ring.

However, the next moment, Broly quickly turned around and ran back.

Frieza gritted his teeth, unleashed a burst of energy, and punched Broly in the chest.

Broly winced in pain, and then his body immediately expanded slightly as he used the power of the Great Ape.

Frieza was taken aback.

How come your body keeps getting bigger?

After using the power of the Great Ape, Broly immediately felt much lighter and more relaxed.

Even in this single form, he could easily and completely overwhelm Frieza in his current state.

Frieza also felt endless despair, like a lump of mud, at Broly's mercy.

On the other side.

"Turn into chocolate!" Majin Buu's head crackled with electricity as he unleashed a group attack.

Purple lightning swept over the four people present: Hit, Magikayo, Toppo, and Zamasu.

Instead of taking the attack head-on, Hit and Toppo lightly leaped to the side, thus dodging the purple lightning attack.

Zamasu originally intended to tough it out.

I am the King Kai of the Universe 10!

My divine position is very high.

You little demon dare to act wildly in front of me?

Zamasu snorted coldly, gritted his teeth, and a purple hand blade appeared in his hand. He then slashed out with the blade.

"Snap!"

The purple lightning bolt released by Majin Buu was instantly cleaved in two by Zamasu's hand chop.

The purple lightning flashed a few times in the air before completely dissipating upon landing.

"Oh?" Majin Buu looked at Zamasu with some surprise.

"Sizzle!"

Just then, another bolt of purple lightning also enveloped Magikayo.

A flash of light appeared on Magikayo's body.

And then, that was it.

Magikayo is a liquid Metal Man, whose body structure is different from that of ordinary people.

Majin Buu's magic had no effect on him.

"Oh..."

Majin Buu glanced in Magikayo's direction again, even more surprised.

"Judging from your skills, you're quite strong," Toppo said with a smile, looking at Hit.

Hit, with his hands in his pockets, was also staring intently at Toppo.

This is a telepathic connection between strong individuals.

The moment Hit and Toppo arrived at the scene, they immediately took a liking to each other.

Their eyes were only for each other.

Because they both knew that their ultimate opponents could only be the two of them.

What about everyone else?

Hit's lips curled into a faint smile.

"I am Toppo, the Apprentice God of Destruction Universe 11." Toppo introduced himself to Hit. "Say your name. Perhaps on this stage, only you are qualified to fight me."

"Hit, the Strongest in the Universe 6," Hit replied calmly.

"You're an assassin?" Toppo was taken aback, then couldn't help but sigh, "That's such a pity."

"What?" Hit didn't understand what Toppo meant.

"The rules of the arena and the competition will limit your true strength." Toppo smiled. "But don't worry, since you can't use assassin's moves, I won't bully you, and I won't use the skills of God of Destruction."

"Thank you," Hit replied expressionlessly.

"Come on, attack me with all your might, let me see what you're capable of." Toppo pointed his thumb at his nose.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony," Hit said, stepping towards Toppo.

Hit walked with unusual ease, his hands still in his pockets.

Toppo dared not be careless in the slightest, knowing that this opponent was no ordinary person.

This is the intuition of a strong person.

No, to be precise, it's the unique awareness that only the captain of the Pride Troopers possesses.

Because Hit was an assassin.

Although Hit deliberately concealed his murderous aura, how could he, as the captain of the Justice League's Pride Troopers, not sense the assassin's presence?

Watching Hit advance step by step, Toppo was also ready to counterattack.

The two were getting closer and closer.

"Bang!"

Hit made his move, suddenly pulling his right hand out of his pocket and punching Toppo in the nose.

Toppo managed to grab it briefly, then stumbled backward several steps, nearly falling to the ground.

Toppo braced himself with his right foot, which stopped him from falling backward.

Hit's face remained expressionless, his eyes carrying a cold glint, as if the sky and earth had turned to frost.

Toppo rubbed his nose and was shocked to find that blood was already flowing from it.

"What? I didn't even see how he threw the punch? How is that possible?" Toppo was stunned.

As a disciple of the God of Destruction, can't you even see his movements clearly?

This scene immediately caught the attention of the Universe 11 'Belmod.

Champa of the Universe 6 grinned, his smile growing ever brighter.

"Marcarita, did you see that just now?" Belmod asked quickly.

"Oh dear, oh dear... I saw it." Marcarita nodded. "Mr. Toppo got punched in the nose by Mr. Hit."

Belmod: "..."

"That's not what I meant... I meant... how did he throw the punch?" Belmod rolled her eyes and asked somewhat irritably.

"Don't rely on me for everything. Mr. Toppo will see through it, after all, he is your disciple." Marcarita chuckled, without saying anything explicitly.

Belmod I don't even want to talk about it.

I didn't even see how he made the move.

Can my disciple see it?

When it really matters, angels are completely unreliable.

"Hey kid, did you figure it out?" Champa turned his head and glanced in Luo Tian's direction, asking with a smug look.

"As an Apprentice Angel, it would be too embarrassing if I couldn't even see such a small trick." Luo Tian smiled calmly, and then immediately added, "Uh... I'm not Apprentice Angel yet, I'm just a human who cultivates Angelic Power."