It was a gap spanning countless dimensions, with countless Angel Levels between them—a colossal disparity millions upon millions of times greater than that between mortals and Gods of destruction.
A God of Destruction like him was going to fight Baros, who stood shoulder to shoulder with the Grand Minister.
It was practically like an ant even weaker than a mortal trying to challenge a God of Destruction who overlooked the entire Universe.
That could not even be called a battle, much less a crushing defeat.
It was simply an act of courting death!!
Whis looked at Beerus's grave expression and put away his playful smile, asking solemnly, "But Lord Beerus, you were the one who made the Eight-Year Pact with Baros. You probably cannot evade or refuse this battle, can you?"
"..." Beerus nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood. How was he supposed to know a Saiyan could be this monstrously absurd? It had only been eight years, yet that bastard Baros had directly surpassed the level of a God of Destruction and Angel Level, reaching the absolute pinnacle and becoming comparable to the Grand Minister.
What could he do? He was desperate too!!
Beerus slumped hopelessly onto his divine throne and spread his hands helplessly. "Forget it. I just hope Baros will not be too ruthless when the time comes!"
The Eight-Year God War had practically become an obsession for both him and Baros. Neither of them could avoid it.
This was a battle that had to be fought.
However, Beerus felt that he and Baros did not have any deep-seated grudge between them. From what he knew of Baros, although he would inevitably suffer a humiliating outcome after showing up for the pact, he probably would not lose his life.
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