"Zamasu, you guy! You really disappointed me. I thought you could win." Rumsshi showed disappointment and shook his head at Zamasu.
Zamasu remained silent.
"The Chinese New Year has already passed. I feel like there is no use keeping you, so just go and die!" Rumsshi snorted coldly.
"You... what did you say?" Zamasu's expression changed again and again.
"Do you want me to tell you everything you have done?" Rumsshi snorted.
"What did I do?" Zamasu's heart sank.
Did he know about my collusion with Mr. Belmod?
"Bang!"
Rumsshi had nothing to hesitate. He slapped him in the air and directly penetrated Zamasu's heart.
"Pfft..."
Zamasu spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned pale.
The next moment, Zamasu's vitality gradually weakened.
Soon, Zamasu's head tilted and he died.
Regarding what happened at the scene, Champa did not express any opinions.
God of Destruction doesn't need any reason at all to kill people from his own universe.
Even if he is a Supreme Kai.
As long as it's not Supreme Kai.
In principle, the disciples of Supreme Kai can also be beaten to death by God of Destruction.
"Spare all your anger on that guy, Rumsshi, your temper hasn't changed at all." Champa said with a smile.
"Huh, useless thing! There is no use in keeping him! I have long disliked him!" Rumsshi hummed.
"I don't care about your universe's affairs. You will come and work for me from tomorrow on. Do you understand?" Champa chuckled.
"Of course it's no problem." Rumsshi readily agreed, "I told you, I like to work. I've almost destroyed all the planets in our universe. I lost to you on purpose."
"Then you beat him to death? Who would believe it!" Champa said with a smile.
"I beat him to death because he didn't like him." Rumsshi snorted, "Okay, let's go!"
With that said, Rumsshi greeted Vegeta and asked him to leave quickly.
"Why should I leave? I haven't participated in the competition yet!" Vegeta has no intention of leaving.
"You kid also want to embarrass yourself here?" Rumsshi scolded.
"We agreed to let me participate in the competition, but in the end we called that guy Zamasu!" Vegeta expressed dissatisfaction.
"Stop talking nonsense to me!" Rumsshi said angrily, "Just say whether you want to leave or not. If you don't leave, I don't mind beating you to death!"
"Hmph, I, Vegeta, said the truth!" Vegeta said, immediately holding the Scepter in his hand and getting ready for battle.
"Boy, do you think you dare to compete with God of Destruction just because you took Angel's Scepter?" Rumsshi smiled contemptuously and already stretched out his hand to aim at Vegeta's body.
Champa: "..."
Okay, why are you two at odds again?
"Rumsshi, isn't it just a competition? How about one more competition?" Champa thought and decided to have another competition.
It feels like 100 years is not very enjoyable.
100 years have passed quickly for God of Destruction.
Since this kid named Vegeta wants to participate in the competition so much, isn't this a good opportunity?
"Why should I compete again? Am I not embarrassed enough?" Rumsshi snorted.
"If I lose, I'll help you finish your work, which means going out to destroy the planet?" Vegeta said.
"Look, Vegeta has said so, what else do you have to worry about?" Champa chuckled, "One more game, one more game, it's just idle time anyway, why are you in a hurry to go back?"
"Hmph." Rumsshi snorted, neither agreeing nor rejecting.
"If you do this, you don't have to fight Vegeta against four. Just let Vegeta and Hit have a fight." Champa suggested, "How about it? Isn't this fair?"
Rumsshi continues to hum.
"If I lose, what about forgetting the 100 years you worked for me? I'm very generous, right?" Champa said with a smile.
"Are you sure?" Rumsshi then looked back at Champa.
"Of course." Champa nodded.
I want to win more.
"If I win, how about you give me another 100 years of work, which means a total of 200 years?" Champa suggested.
"200 years? Is that a big deal?" Rumsshi snorted coldly, "If you want to play, play bigger. This 100 or 200 years is too boring."
"How... how big do you want to play?" Champa was stunned and asked.
"At least starting in 2000." Rumsshi said.
Champa: "..."
You are still ruthless.
You just doubled it 20 times.
"Just asking if you dare to play?" Rumsshi asked, shaking the elephant's trunk.
Champa gritted his teeth.
After a brief hesitation.
"Just play, who is afraid of whom?" Champa said, clenching his fists.
The year 2000 is fine.
This way you can really lie down flat.
This is the year 2000.
"Tell me, how to play?" Champa asked.
"Write off the 100 years just now and start a bigger one." Rumsshi suggested with a wave of his hand.
Champa: "..."
"Why write it off with one stroke? You want to default on my debt for 100 years! There is no way!" Champa was anxious at that time.
What you think is really beautiful.
Are you just trying to make a big deal out of me for 100 years?
Do you think I'm stupid?
"Okay, just add the 100 years." Rumsshi suggested, "If I win, you only need to lose 1,900 years to me; if I lose, I need to work for you for 2,100 years."
"That's okay." Champa was so happy at that time, he nodded and said, "Nothing wrong!"
Wow!
This idiot, this idiot!
He must have been at a disadvantage for 200 years.
No matter he wins or loses, he must have calculated an extra 100 years...
How wonderful!
Champa I feel excited just thinking about it.
This guy must have learned math from his physical education teacher.
"Let's play something exciting by the way. The loser needs to go to Beerus to kick him three times and destroy his palace." Rumsshi added.
"Okay, it's such a happy decision!" Champa nodded in agreement.
I also like to kick Beerus.
Who makes this guy like lying down so much?
Since there is such a good thing, why don't you agree?
"Okay, one round will determine the outcome!" Rumsshi was secretly happy in his heart.