Beerus: I Want Cola Too

"Bang!"

Hit landed another punch, striking Basil heavily in the chest.

This time, Basil was sent flying even higher.

"Splat!"

After hitting the ground, Basil slid backward, coming to a stop right at the edge of the arena.

Hit strode toward his opponent.

Basil wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression turning exceptionally grim.

"Waaah!"

A surge of powerful energy suddenly erupted from Basil's body as he pushed his power to its absolute limit, charging toward Hit with claws bared and teeth gnashing.

"Bang!"

Hit delivered a swift kick.

"Whoosh!"

Basil was sent flying directly out of the arena.

"Swish!"

The moment Basil flew out of the ring, his figure flickered and vanished.

Immediately afterward, he flickered again, reappearing on the Universe 9 spectator stand.

Basil had been eliminated.

Sidra, the God of Destruction of Universe 9, wore a look of utter shock.

He was eliminated just like that?

Wasn't that a bit too fast?

"Heh heh, Sidra, your fighter isn't much, is he?" Champa flashed a smug grin.

Sidra clenched his fists tightly, itching to go over and beat Champa to a pulp.

That fat slob's smile was infuriating.

"The first match: Hit from Universe 6 is the winner and advances to the semifinals," the Grand Priest announced loudly. "Contestant Hit may go to his universe's spectator stand and receive a bottle of Cola from Mr. Lu Fan as a special reward."

"Understood!" Hit nodded respectfully, flew off the arena, returned to his stand, and appeared before Lu Fan.

"Not bad, you performed well," Lu Fan praised, lifting his small hand slightly.

"Swish!"

A can of Cola appeared in Lu Fan's hand, which he handed to Hit.

"Thank you," Hit said.

"Don't mention it, you earned it," Lu Fan smiled.

Hit took the Cola and cracked it open for a taste.

His eyes lit up instantly as he felt the sensation on his taste buds.

So this is Cola?

It's delicious!

No wonder Lord Champa's attitude toward Lu Fan is so strange.

I suppose only this guy could create such a tasty drink.

It's no wonder even the Grand Priest favors him so much.

"Is that the Cola?" Beerus glanced over and asked Whis.

"It is. It certainly looks delicious," Whis admitted, feeling a bit envious himself.

"Hey, Majin Buu, you'd better fight properly. Once you win the reward, give the Cola to me," Beerus ordered.

Majin Buu ignored him.

Why should I give it to you?

I want to drink it too.

"But then again, Whis... that guy named Hit is truly formidable. He won the match so easily," Beerus bared his teeth. "He defeated Basil of Universe 9 in less than three moves."

"If everything goes smoothly, according to our bracket, Mr. Buu will face Hit in the finals," Whis smiled.

"That's true," Beerus sighed in relief and said to Buu, "In the upcoming matches, keep a close eye on that guy named Hit. He's likely to make it to the finals."

Majin Buu glanced toward Hit's direction as well.

Soon, however, Majin Buu was captivated by the Cola in Hit's hand.

Is that thing really that good?

Is it better than the milk I turn people into?

Majin Buu's mind had long since drifted off to his cola.

"Zamasu, that fellow named Hit is no simple matter; you must be careful," Rumsshi said in a deep voice.

"It is no problem, Lord God of Destruction," Zamasu said confidently. "According to the numerical order, I will encounter him in the finals."

"That is 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 utilize Destruction Energy, I can eliminate him in no more than three minutes," Toppo replied with a calm expression.

"As a Candidate for God of Destruction, it would be too shameful if you couldn't even beat that guy," Belmod nodded, not particularly worried.

After all, Toppo was a Candidate for God of Destruction.

Furthermore, Toppo had already cultivated Destruction.

Dealing with a guy like Hit would be absolutely no problem.

"Ribrianne, your opponent is that guy," Heles said to the contestant from her universe.

"Mm, understood," Ribrianne nodded. "I will definitely make him fall at my feet."

Heles: "..."

Are you trying to use a beauty trap?

Sidra, the God of Destruction of Universe 9, was utterly dejected.

He had been eliminated as soon as he stepped up.

This time, the God of Destruction selection had absolutely nothing to do with him.

"Then, let us continue with the second match," the Grand Priest announced loudly with a smile. "The second match will be between Mr. Toppo of Universe 11 and Mr. Magetta of Universe 3!"

Toppo leaped onto the arena.

Magetta also appeared on the stage.

Lu Fan was quite familiar with Toppo, but he was a bit of a stranger to Magetta.

Lu Fan could be certain that Magetta must have appeared in the Tournament of Power.

But the Tournament of Power had over 80 people.

With so many people, many were just there to make up the numbers.

Therefore, it was impossible for Lu Fan to remember everyone.

Magetta was a Metalman, somewhat like the liquid metal from Terminator.

Mosco, the God of Destruction of Universe 3, was a large robot with no expression on his face.

However, Lu Fan knew Mosco's true identity.

The robot exterior of that guy was just a disguise.

Inside the robot was a small, short fellow.

It was this person who controlled the robot Mosco.

"Match start!" the Grand Priest announced.

Toppo looked silently at the Metalman, Magetta.

"Big beard, I am stronger than you imagine; you had better surrender quickly!" Magetta snorted.

"Splat!"

The next moment, Magetta's body melted instantly, turning into a puddle of liquid metal.

There was not much expression on Toppo's face.

The liquid metal transformed into a water spout and swept toward where Toppo was standing.

"Hmph!" Toppo let out a cold snort, and a flash of energy crossed his hand.

"Bang!"

Toppo's energy pierced directly through the liquid metal.

The liquid metal landed on the ground, and a significant portion was evaporated instantly.

"Hey, are you alright? Don't go dying on me! If you die, I will lose my qualification for the match!" Toppo said with a laugh.

Toppo knew clearly that the previous strike would not kill the opponent.

After all, Toppo could be considered a veteran of a hundred battles.

In Universe 11, Toppo had encountered similar types of Metalmen before.

Therefore, he had plenty of combat experience.

"Splat!"

The liquid metal condensed and deformed, returning to its original shape, its expression looking somewhat unsightly.