"Wahhh!"
Frost flew into a rage and lunged toward Lu Fan, clawing at the air.
"Time Skip!"
Hit moved, swiftly appearing directly in front of Frost. In that instant, he used Time Skip.
Bam!
Just as Hit was about to punch Frost and send him flying,
a shoe came hurtling from afar and smacked Frost right in the face.
A dull thud rang out, and a shoeprint appeared on Frost's face.
The next moment, Frost flew backward and crashed headfirst into the ground, rolling over a dozen times.
His body scraped along the ground, leaving a long trail behind.
When Frost finally stopped, his whole body twitched a dozen times. Then his head lolled to one side, and he passed out.
Hit was stunned.
This guy was so fast.
I'd already used Time Skip, yet he'd still thrown the shoe before I could, hitting Frost.
"Thanks," Lu Fan said to Hit.
Hit: "..."
Hit wiped away some sweat.
What was he thanking me for?
I hadn't done anything.
"Thanks for lending a hand," Lu Fan said with a grin, showing off a set of pearly white teeth.
"No need to thank me..." Hit gently shook his head.
"Mm-hmm." Lu Fan nodded.
Hit: "..."
What did "mm-hmm" mean?
Champa was a little taken aback.
"Hey, Vados, I just realized this kid... is pretty powerful," Champa whispered to Vados after staring blankly for several seconds.
"Only just realized that, Lord Champa?" Vados sighed.
"Who do you think is stronger, him or Hit?" Champa asked.
"Isn't it obvious? Lu Fan is stronger, of course. After all, he's practically my disciple," Vados said with a giggle.
"Should we have the two of them fight?" Champa muttered, stroking his chin. Then he ordered, "Lu Fan, Hit, you two should spar."
"Yes!" Hit nodded.
"No, I'm not interested," Lu Fan said, shaking his head.
Hit: "..."
"What did you say, kid? I told you to spar, so get on with it. You're always making things difficult," Champa said, his expression darkening.
"Do you still want to try that new drink?" Lu Fan asked.
"Never mind. Let's go work on the new drink first," Champa said, smacking his lips.
By comparison, Champa thought the new drink was more important.
"Sure." Lu Fan smiled.
Hit watched Lu Fan with a serious expression.
This guy was no simple opponent.
He was definitely even stronger than I'd imagined.
But why didn't he want to spar with me?
Was he not confident in himself?
No, I could tell from his expression that he wasn't lacking confidence at all.
This drink mixer was getting more and more mysterious.
Lu Fan hurried off to work on a new drink.
"Vados, when will the New Universe hold its God of Destruction selection? What's the process?" Champa asked.
"Probably within the next couple of days. We'll choose our candidates first, then wait for a notice from the Grand Priest. He'll teleport us there when the time comes," Vados replied with a smile.
"How will the selection work?" Champa asked.
"It'll mainly involve sparring, I imagine," Vados guessed. "After all, a God of Destruction primarily relies on strength."
Champa understood.
He fell silent for a moment.
"Is there a reward? If someone from our universe is chosen as the God of Destruction..." Champa asked quietly.
"There is. The Super Dragon Balls can grant any wish," Vados said with a smile.
"The Super Dragon Balls? I've heard of them, but I didn't know they actually existed." Champa paused in surprise, then stroked his chin in thought. "What should I wish for? Maybe I'll wish for a Gourmet Planet like the one in Universe 7. Then I won't have to build one myself. Those chicken wings we ate last time really were delicious."
"Lord Champa is talking as if our Mr. Hit has already been chosen as the God of Destruction," Vados said, shaking her head.
"Of course. Hit's strength speaks for itself," Champa said with a grin. "I originally wanted Lu Fan to become the God of Destruction, too. But it's probably for the best that he doesn't want to. If he became a God of Destruction, who would make our drinks?"
"Oh-ho, you're right," Vados said, nodding.
Universe 7.
Beerus Planet.
Whis received the information sent by the Grand Priest at once.
"Oh dear, Lord Beerus is asleep. What should I do?" Whis sighed.
"Whis, what's going on?" Oracle Fish swam over and asked curiously.
"The Grand Priest wants to choose a mortal from each universe to succeed the God of Destruction of the New Universe," Whis replied with a smile.
"Who should we send from our universe?" Oracle Fish asked.
"I don't know," Whis said, shaking his head. "Lord Beerus is still asleep..."
"Wake him up quickly. We shouldn't delay something this important," Oracle Fish suggested.
"You're right," Whis said, nodding.
The man and fish headed toward the castle.
"By the way, Whis, I have a feeling that in about forty years, several incredibly powerful mortals will be born in our universe... But for now, I'm afraid we don't have a suitable candidate to compete for the position of God of Destruction," Oracle Fish said with a sigh.
"Let Lord Beerus decide," Whis replied with a smile.
"That works," Oracle Fish said, nodding.
"Our universe won't have powerful mortals until forty years from now?" Whis asked, glancing out the window.
"That's right. It's my prophecy," Oracle Fish replied.
"Your prophecies are often wrong," Whis said with a smile.
Oracle Fish: "..."
The two entered the castle and made their way to Beerus's bedroom.
Beerus was sprawled across the bed, fast asleep.
"He really can sleep. Let's wake him up before he misses this. Besides, it wouldn't be good if the Grand Priest got angry with him." As Whis spoke, he struck Beerus on the head with his staff.
A huge bump immediately swelled on Beerus's head.
The pain jolted Beerus awake.
Whoosh!
Beerus waved a hand, sending a blast of Destruction Energy hurtling toward Whis.
Smack!
Whis gave his staff a gentle wave, and the Destruction Energy vanished.
"Whis! What are you doing?" Beerus shouted angrily, clutching the bump on his forehead.
"Lord Beerus, I didn't want to disturb your sleep either. The Grand Priest suddenly called with important instructions. If you don't want to take part, you can go back to sleep," Whis replied.
"What? The Grand Priest?" Beerus was instantly wide awake and hurriedly asked, "What instructions did the Grand Priest give?"
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