A Pure Martial Artist

Over by Universe 7's stands.

When Shin saw Gran reveal his full strength, he had initially been somewhat excited. But when he saw Gran embark on a slaughter, he grew nervous again.

"Lord Beerus, will Gran really be all right doing this?"

"What are you talking about?"

Beerus said disdainfully, "If Gran weren't strong enough, he would be the one dying. Did those guys ever think about sparing Gran?"

"No!"

"They wanted to kill Gran from the very beginning so I would accept Lord King of All's punishment!"

"Hmph, since they wanted to kill Gran, why can't Gran kill their people instead?"

Beerus snorted. "As for worrying about provoking public outrage, who the hell cares?"

Old Kai: "..."

Champa: "..."

"All right, this match is almost over. Just enjoy it."

Beerus waved his hand.

Everyone turned their attention back to the arena.

On the arena.

Boom—!

Boom—!

With every collision, a Candidate God of Destruction fell. Some were ancient lifeforms, while others were powerhouses from the same era as the Gods of Destruction.

Yet before Gran's full power, they could not last even a single exchange.

The damage to the arena had also risen from eighty percent to ninety percent.

Only the Ice Field in the far north remained relatively intact. Of course, after being shaken by the power of Gran and the other Candidate Gods of Destruction—

Even this Ice Field had shattered like a broken mirror.

"How could this happen?!"

As Lambert watched Belock and the others die one after another at Gran's hands, it was not as though he had not tried to stop him.

But he simply could not stop him.

Silver radiance enveloped Gran's entire body. Facing that guy felt like facing an Angel.

He could see Gran's movements, yet he could not land