Beerus and Quitela had never been able to stand each other. Their grudge had existed from the very beginning, and if given the chance, each would have loved to kill the other. Yet bound by the rules among Gods of Destruction, they had never been able to vent their hostility. Now, the Tournament of Power organized by Grand Zeno had given them the chance to teach each other a lesson.
With that said, the two began fighting without another word. Beerus's face turned cold as a fierce aura erupted from his body. He lowered his stance, and a powerful force suddenly burst from beneath his feet. In an instant, he shot through the air and charged straight at his opponent!
Bang—
Beerus's palm collided with Quitela's fist. Their figures froze in midair for a moment before a dazzling, brilliant flash erupted. After the brief clash, they each retreated some distance, then leaned forward and charged at one another again.
"Beerus, you bastard, die!!"
God of Destruction Quitela roared in fury, shooting forward like a bullet as he attacked Beerus.
"The one who should die is you!"
Facing Quitela's relentless assault, Beerus snapped back. His hands overlapped as his counterattacks continued without pause.
With a muffled bang, their fists collided again in midair. At the instant of impact, Beerus and Quitela stared at each other with solemn, unyielding eyes. The pressure they had built to its limit exploded violently, yet neither moved an inch, still locked in confrontation! Boom! The air cracked apart, and a violent vortex suddenly rose from the spot before spreading across the ground in every direction.
The winds swept through like a storm, countless chaotic tempests weaving into a vast net as they surged outward. The entire World of Void was shaken.
The next second, the two