"Lord Liger, I'll say this up front: if you dare refuse to pay my Patent Fees, I'll make you regret it!"
Gran rose from his chair and stepped in front of Bulma.
Bulma's eyes lit up at the sight of him. She kept wiping the drool from her mouth.
"You..."
Liger's face twisted as he looked at Gran. His knuckles cracked under the force of his grip.
He knew that state well. Gran had used it to kill Quitela years ago.
The atmosphere turned tense. The entire Colosseum seemed to plunge into an endless ice cavern. Even the Ten Thousand Clans' Divine Realm experts trembled.
Gran and Liger had been talking so amicably moments ago. In an instant, everything had changed.
Such were the cold, ruthless Deities!
Liger glanced around and found every spectator staring at them.
He was a God of Destruction, yet he had been reduced to this before a Candidate God of Destruction—and the people of his own universe had seen it!
"Fine! I'll pay!!!"
Liger suppressed his anger and held out a hand.
Coron immediately waved his staff, and a Capsule appeared in Liger's palm.
It looked much like the Capsule Whis had used to present Universe 7 with its Life Fruit. Both contained a Dimensional Space.
"It contains the Divine Fruit from my Universe 8. Take it!!"
Liger tossed it over.
In truth, he had prepared the Divine Fruit long ago, afraid that a scene like this might happen someday.
He had never expected his fears to come true. This brat really showed him no mercy!
Collecting Patent Fees was probably one of Gran's reasons for coming to Universe 8, alongside training his state of mind!
Gran caught the Capsule and said evenly, "There should be ninety-three percent of the Divine Fruit in here, right?"