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"You..."
Champa was so angry that smoke practically poured from his head.
Rose was his candidate. By all rights, Rose should have been matched against Gran.
If Rose had lost to Gran, that would have been one thing. After all, even Quitela had died at Gran's hands.
But Rose had lost to an unknown nobody named Goku. It was infuriating!
"Gran, Skin and Bones is always bullying me!"
Champa could not take it anymore. He pushed away Fuwah, who had collapsed into his arms, then walked over to Gran.
Gran: "..."
The Gods of Destruction: "..."
Had this guy gotten so mad that his brain stopped working? You two brothers were bickering, yet he was asking Gran to help him? There was really no helping him!
"Lord Champa, you should exercise more when you have time. Once you slim down that belly, you should be able to bully Lord Beerus back." Gran reached out and kneaded Champa's belly, barely holding back his laughter.
As soon as those words were spoken.
The Gods burst out laughing.
"You... Even you are bullying me!!"
Champa's fat face turned bright red.
"Alright."
Gran put an arm around Champa's shoulders and comforted him. "Lord Champa, don't be angry. This is just an ordinary Inter-Universal Martial Arts Tournament. What does it matter who wins or loses? Have you forgotten that all we want is its impact?"
"That's right!"
Champa's eyes lit up. "What we want is for this tournament to affect the Mortal Level Index of our two universes!"
Beerus: "..."
That damned fat pig had actually figured it out. There would be no more fun after this.
The other Gods of Destruction hurriedly pulled out their notebooks again and quickly