"Bang!"
Hit's fist slammed into Basil's chest once more.
This time, Basil flew even higher.
"Thud!"
After landing, Basil slid backward until he reached the edge of the ring.
Hit started walking toward him.
Basil wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression turning exceptionally grim.
"Graaah!"
Power suddenly erupted from Basil. He raised his energy to its full potential, then charged at Hit with his claws bared.
"Bang!"
Hit kicked him.
"Whoosh!"
Basil flew straight off the ring.
"Swish!"
The instant Basil flew off the ring, his body flickered and vanished.
A moment later, Basil flickered back into view on Universe 9's spectator stand.
Basil had been eliminated.
Sidra, the God of Destruction of Universe 9, looked utterly stunned.
He'd been eliminated just like that?
That was way too fast!
"Heh heh, Sidra, your fighter isn't much to look at," Champa said with a smug grin.
Sidra clenched his fists, wishing he could go over and beat Champa up.
That fat bastard had the most irritating laugh.
"The winner of the first match is Hit of Universe 6, who advances to the semifinals," the Grand Priest announced loudly. "Hit may return to his universe's stand and collect a can of cola from Mr. Lu Fan as a special reward."
"Yes!" Hit nodded respectfully, flew off the ring, and returned to his stand, where he appeared before Lu Fan.
"Not bad. You did well," Lu Fan praised, raising his small hand slightly.
"Swish!"
A can of cola appeared in Lu Fan's hand, and he held it out to Hit.
"Thank you," Hit said.
"Don't mention it. You earned it," Lu Fan replied with a smile.
Hit took the cola, opened it, and took a sip.
Hit's eyes immediately lit up as he savored the delightful taste.
So this was cola?
It tasted incredible!
No wonder Lord Champa had acted so strangely around Lu Fan.
Perhaps only this guy could make such a delicious drink.
No wonder even the Grand Priest seemed to favor him.
"Is that the cola?" Beerus looked over and asked Whis.
"Yes. It looks pretty tasty," Whis said, his mouth watering a little.
"Hey, Majin Buu, make sure you do well in your match. Win the reward and give me the cola," Beerus told Buu.
Buu ignored him.
Why should he give it to Beerus?
He wanted to drink it too.
"But speaking of which, Whis... that fellow named Hit really is strong. He won so easily," Beerus said with a grin. "Basil of Universe 9 lost in fewer than three moves."
"If all goes well, according to the order of our numbers, Mr. Buu will face Hit in the final," Whis replied with a smile.
"That's true." Beerus breathed a sigh of relief, then said to Buu, "Make sure you watch that fellow named Hit closely in the next matches. He might make it to the final."
Majin Buu also glanced in Hit's direction.
Before long, Majin Buu's attention was caught by the cola in Hit's hand.
Did it really taste that good?
Was it even better than the milk he could turn people into?
Majin Buu's thoughts had already wandered to the cola.
"Zamasu, that fellow named Hit is no simple opponent. Be careful," Rumsshi said gravely.
"There's no need to worry, Lord God of Destruction," Zamasu replied confidently. "According to the order of the numbers, I'll face him in the final."
"That's true." Rumsshi nodded.
"Toppo, how long do you think it would take you to defeat that fellow named Hit?" Belmod asked Toppo.
"Based on my calculations, if I use Destruction Energy, I can eliminate him in under three minutes," Toppo replied calmly.
"As a candidate for God of Destruction, it would be humiliating if you couldn't even beat that fellow." Belmod nodded, not particularly worried.
After all, Toppo was a candidate for God of Destruction.
And Toppo had already mastered destruction.
He'd have no problem dealing with an opponent like Hit.
"Ribrian, that fellow is your opponent," Heles told the fighter from her universe.
"Mm, I know." Ribrian nodded. "I'll make him fall at my feet."
Heles: "..."
Are you planning to use your charms on him?
Sidra, the God of Destruction of Universe 9, was utterly dejected.
He'd been eliminated as soon as the tournament began.
This selection for God of Destruction had nothing to do with him anymore.
"Now, let's move on to the second match," the Grand Priest announced with a smile. "The second match will be between Mr. Toppo of Universe 11 and Mr. Magetta of Universe 3!"
Toppo leaped onto the ring.
Magetta also appeared on the ring.
Lu Fan was familiar with Toppo, but Magetta was a bit of a mystery to him.
Lu Fan was certain that Magetta had appeared in the Tournament of Power.
But there had been more than eighty participants in the Tournament of Power.
With so many fighters, most of them had barely done anything.
So Lu Fan couldn't possibly remember them all.
Magetta was a metal man, a little like the liquid metal in The Terminator.
Mosco, the God of Destruction of Universe 3, was a huge robot with no expression on his face.
But Lu Fan knew Mosco's true identity.
That robot exterior was just a disguise.
There was a little runt inside the robot.
He was the one controlling Mosco.
"Begin!" the Grand Priest announced.
Toppo silently watched Magetta, the metal man.
"Bearded guy, I'm even stronger than you think. Hurry up and surrender!" Magetta snorted.
"Slap!"
The next moment, Magetta's body melted into a puddle of liquid metal.
Toppo showed little reaction.
The liquid metal turned into a jet of water and swept toward Toppo.
"Hmph!" Toppo snorted, and a flash of energy appeared in his hand.
"Bang!"
Toppo's energy blasted straight through the liquid metal.
The liquid metal fell to the ground, and a large portion of it evaporated.
"Hey, are you okay? Don't die! If you die, I'll lose my right to compete too!" Toppo said with a laugh.
Toppo knew that blow hadn't been enough to kill his opponent.
After all, Toppo was an experienced fighter.
He'd encountered metal men with similar forms in Universe 11 before.
So he had plenty of fighting experience.
"Slap!"
The liquid metal gathered and reshaped itself, returning to its original form. Its expression had turned somewhat grim.
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