The God of Destruction's Fury

Champa saw what was happening and flashed onto the ring. The two Gods of Destruction faced off.

The referee stood at the edge of the ring, his face pale and his hands and feet trembling.

Caught between the authority of a God of Destruction and the rules of the tournament, he was at a loss. He muttered,

"This... This isn't how the process is supposed to go... But Lord Beerus..."

He couldn't even finish his sentence. He simply didn't have the courage to step in and stop Beerus.

"Beerus! You've gone too far!"

Champa shot up from the stands in a fury. In a flash, he landed on the ring and stood face-to-face with Beerus, hands on his hips and an annoyed look on his face.

"The match is over, and you're still picking on my fighter? Can't you handle losing?"

He didn't care how Frost had won, but Beerus had humiliated him in front of so many people. He couldn't tolerate that.

Frost was caught between the two Gods of Destruction on the ring, terrified out of his wits.

He could feel two world-shattering auras bearing down on him. Even breathing was difficult, and his body was as stiff as a stone. One thought filled his mind:

It's over. They must have figured it out...

Cold sweat trickled down his cheeks, soaking his Battle Suit.

Beerus ignored Champa's questions and kept his eyes fixed on Frost. Suddenly, he stepped forward, grabbed Frost's right arm, and yanked it up.

With a sharp crack, Frost's wrist was forced straight, revealing a tiny hole. Hidden inside was a needle so thin it was almost invisible, its tip smeared with a trace of green liquid.

"Take a look at the fighter you've been raising."

Beerus's voice was icy, and murderous intent practically spilled from his eyes.

"You won with cheap tricks like these? Does Universe 6 have no bottom line?"

Beerus still had Frost by the arm. Frost grimaced in pain but didn't dare struggle. He could only tremble all over, unable to say a word.

The needle was a trump card he had kept hidden for years, stored in a specially made device in his wrist. All it took was contact with an opponent's skin to inject a potent anesthetic, knocking them unconscious within three seconds. He never expected a God of Destruction to spot it at a glance.

"So that's what happened!"

Piccolo slapped his thigh in the Universe 7 stands, suddenly understanding.

"No wonder Gohan suddenly passed out. This guy must have taken him down with a poisoned needle!"

Krillin nodded along, looking indignant.

"That's despicable! Using tricks like that isn't real fighting!"

Son Gohan stared at the needle, his fists clenched tight. He was furious and full of regret. If only he'd been more careful, he wouldn't have fallen for such a trap.

Champa stepped closer. The instant he saw the needle in Frost's wrist, his expression changed.

Cold sweat beaded across his forehead. Remembering how smugly he had mocked Beerus earlier, he now felt his face burn as if he'd been slapped several times.

"You... You dared to fool me!"

Champa's voice trembled, not from fear but from rage.

"I thought you'd really beaten Son Gohan, but you won with such filthy tricks! You've made me look like a fool in front of Beerus!"

The referee rubbed his eyes. Once he'd confirmed that he really had seen the needle, he immediately raised his arm and announced loudly,

"Correction to the match result! The Universe 6 fighter, Frost, interfered with the match using illegal means and is disqualified! The winner of the first match is Universe 7!"

"Impossible... How could Mr. Frost do something like that?"

Cabba shook his head in disbelief, swaying slightly.

"Your strength is clearly so great. Why resort to these petty tricks? I've always respected you!"

He couldn't accept that the strong fighter he had always admired was just a schemer who won through deception.

"Respect him? Cabba, have you lost your mind?"

Vados's voice, tinged with a faint smile, came from the Universe 6 stands.

"He's not someone worth admiring. In fact, he's the leader of the space pirates who attacked Egg Sauce Planet."

She paused, then continued,

"What he loves doing most is inciting wars between planets. Once both sides are badly weakened, he steps in and pretends to make peace. Then he buys up the desolate land for next to nothing, redevelops it, and sells it at a high price. He makes a fortune."

"Huh? A space pirate?"

Caulifla planted her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes, her voice full of disdain.

"I knew that guy had a face that made me sick. Of course he's no good. Cabba, you actually respected trash like him? Is your head full of rocks?"

"Caulifla! Don't go too far!"

Cabba's face flushed red. He felt upset and aggrieved.

"Even if he's a pirate, you can't talk about him like that..."

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

Caulifla raised an eyebrow.

"A pirate who wins matches by playing dirty—is he really worth your respect? Cabba, there's no hope for that brain of yours."

Cabba was left speechless. He could only grumble to himself,

There's no getting through to someone like Caulifla!

On the ring, Beerus flung Frost's arm away. Frost stumbled back several steps and nearly fell.

Beerus raised his right hand. Purple-red Destruction Energy instantly gathered in his palm, radiating an aura that could destroy everything. He stared coldly at Frost.

"You and that guy Frieza are no different at heart. You're both parasites on the universe. Keeping you alive is a waste."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Destruction Energy in his hand shot toward Frost.

"Wait, Beerus!"

Champa suddenly called out to stop him. Destruction God energy shrouded his body as he gathered black Destruction Energy in his own hand.

"This is trash from Universe 6. I should be the one to erase him! Don't steal my job!"

He wanted nothing more than to tear Frost to pieces. Frost had not only deceived him but also made him lose face in front of his old rival.

Beerus glanced at Champa, a mocking smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Fine. If you want to clean up your own mess, I'll let you have the honors."

With that, he put away his Destruction Energy, stepped aside, and folded his arms as he watched.

"But hurry up. Don't waste time."

"You worthless piece of trash! You dared to deceive a God of Destruction!"

Champa glared at Frost and advanced step by step, the Destruction Energy in his hand growing denser.

"I'm going to erase you until there's not even a speck of ash left!"

Frost's legs gave way. He dropped to his knees with a thud and kept kowtowing.

"Lord Champa, spare me! I'll never do it again! Please let me go!"

He regretted it so much that he could have kicked himself. If he'd known a God of Destruction would discover the needle, he wouldn't have used it even if someone had beaten him to death.

Just as Champa's Destruction Energy was about to reach Frost, a figure suddenly stepped out of the Universe 7 stands and walked toward the ring.

"Wait, Champa."

Vegeta's voice was cold as ice. He stopped and looked up at the two Gods of Destruction on the ring.

"Leave this trash to me."

Champa turned to Vegeta, furrowing his brow with an impatient look.

"Who are you? What makes you think you get a say here?"

"I'm the next fighter for Universe 7. Vegeta."

Vegeta's gaze was sharp as he stared at Frost on the ring.

"Wretches who win through schemes and tricks don't deserve to be erased so easily. In the next match, I'll beat him myself and show him what real strength is."

He paused, then continued,

"After I win, you can do whatever you want with him."

"Hah? You're just some fighter. You think you can give me orders?"

Champa sneered, his attitude utterly arrogant.

"I want to erase him now. What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm not going to do anything."

Vegeta met Champa's gaze without fear.

"I just think making trash like him die in battle would be the greatest punishment. If you insist on acting now, I don't mind sparring with you."

"Sparring? You?"

Champa laughed loudly as if he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Do you know who I am? I'm a God of Destruction! You're a mortal, and you dare challenge me? I could crush you with one finger!"

The oppressive aura of a God of Destruction surged toward Vegeta.

"Be sensible and get back to your seat. Stop getting in the way, or I'll erase you too!"

"Oh no!"

Piccolo's expression changed dramatically, and he instantly tensed up.

"Champa is a God of Destruction. His strength is on par with Lord Beerus's. Vegeta may be strong, but he can't possibly be a match for a God of Destruction!"

Krillin panicked too.

"What's gotten into Vegeta all of a sudden? Picking a fight with a God of Destruction—is he trying to get himself killed?"

Son Goku furrowed his brow. He knew Vegeta's temper, but he hadn't expected him to be so impulsive. Still, looking at Vegeta's determined expression, he couldn't help admiring him a little.

"That's Vegeta for you. He's got guts."

Lin Fan leaned back in his seat and narrowed his eyes slightly.