Magetta—Universe 6's metallic warrior—possessed a massive frame powered by an internal furnace of tremendous output. Weighing over a thousand tons, he represented peak engineering: tough, rigid, and nearly invulnerable save for his fragile emotional core. By any reasonable standard, he qualified as an excellent combatant.
However, Magetta's strength peaked around perfect Cell's level. Fighting against Hirudegarn represented nothing less than a fever dream of futility.
"Will the next Universe 6 competitor please enter the ring!" The host's urging carried mounting excitement.
Bearing Champa's crushing expectations, Magetta immediately leaped onto the arena platform. His heavy metal soles impacted the ground with force rivaling Hirudegarn's earlier entrance—creating clear, pleasant vibrations. The humming reverberation echoed endlessly across the neutral zone.
"This one appears somewhat formidable. Reminds me of fighters from our universe." Beerus observed Magetta with analytical assessment.
After all, this represented genuine interdimensional competition. Though Universe 6's roster couldn't match their own strength, they wouldn't field warriors with zero foundation whatsoever.
From a universal development perspective, reaching this combat level actually proved quite remarkable—not everyone represented anomalies like Raditz.
Whis smiled with characteristic knowing amusement. "The opponent is a rare metallic lifeform possessing many unexpected capabilities. Raditz, what's your evaluation?"
"I believe this match will conclude even faster than the previous one." Raditz's sudden declaration drew immediate attention.
"What?" Beerus' brow furrowed with curiosity.
"Hirudegarn's strength far exceeds this opponent's capabilities. If Botamo's unique attributes hadn't provided minor resistance earlier, that battle would have ended instantly. Now facing Magetta, the gap remains equally vast. Would you care to make a wager, Lord Beerus?"
"What stakes?" Beerus' interest ignited immediately.
"I bet Hirudegarn ends this battle within three moves. If I lose, I'll accept any task you assign. If I win... grant me a sample of destruction energy for research purposes."
"That's an audacious request!" Beerus startled visibly—he hadn't anticipated Raditz coveting his divine destructive power.
The God of Destruction fell into contemplative deliberation. This wager seemed to offer excellent winning odds, and conceding a small portion of destruction energy wouldn't prove catastrophic if he lost. But if he won... After several seconds of calculation, Beerus clapped his hands decisively.
"You're on!"
Following Beerus' declaration, the host raised his microphone with perfect synchronized timing, announcing to the entire venue: "Round two—BEGIN!"
The instant those words concluded, Tapion's ocarina melody resumed. Standing proudly in the arena's corner, he commanded Hirudegarn and Magetta to rush toward each other simultaneously. The atmosphere trembled from their combined mass. Every step created craters in the reinforced floor, terrifying power sweeping through the protective barrier's enclosed space.
Magetta attacked first, throwing a massive iron fist toward Hirudegarn's center mass. The punch connected—yet passed straight through, striking only empty void. Hirudegarn materialized behind him, then phased back into existence at a different angle entirely.
This represented Hirudegarn's special ability—elusive phase-shifting between reality and unreality, rendering conventional fighting methods completely ineffective.
Optical camouflage? Or superhuman velocity?
Magetta's analytical processors couldn't decipher this technique. His understanding of combat principles simply wasn't sophisticated enough to comprehend Hirudegarn's unique capabilities. The moment he rotated his massive frame, Hirudegarn's colossal body was already bearing down from above...
"First move!" Beerus called softly, almost as though cheering for his opponent.
From the opposite side, Champa stood pumping his fists energetically, bellowing encouragement.
"Magetta, punch him! No, no—shoot lava! Kick! Use your legs!"
"Lord Champa, Magetta doesn't excel at this fighting style. Please refrain from tactical advice—you're disrupting his natural rhythm." Vados couldn't tolerate the interference any longer, offering gentle correction.
"I know, I know! Just thinking out loud, casual commentary... Magetta represents our universe's elite. He's achieved remarkable victories across multiple galaxies. I have complete confidence in him. After all—"
Before Champa could complete his sentence, wind howled across the arena. WHAM! A tremendous impact shook the ground violently as a heavy object struck earth.
Magetta lay sprawled beyond the boundary line.
He'd crashed to the ground completely disoriented, his body twisted into an awkward posture resembling a pile of discarded scrap metal.
Champa had just turned his head—mouth hanging open, words dying on his tongue.
How is this possible?! Even faster than before!
Not only Champa—everyone else stood dumbfounded. Even Beerus' eyes widened with genuine disbelief.
The God of Destruction had witnessed both warriors charging toward each other. He'd seen Hirudegarn's tail sweep around to meet Magetta's heavy punch head-on. What he hadn't expected was for the thousand-ton metallic warrior to be launched completely out of bounds by that single tail strike! What absolutely terrifying power!
The entire neutral zone fell silent for several extended seconds. Eventually the host recovered sufficiently to react, his voice erupting with astonished thunder: "Universe 6's Magetta—RING OUT! ELIMINATED!"
The spectator section exploded with excitement.
"Wow! Tapion is incredible!"
"Is Hirudegarn really that powerful? It's beyond belief!"
"The opposition hasn't even demonstrated their full strength yet!"
"Hey Tapion, show some mercy! Hahaha..." The speaker dissolved into laughter mid-sentence, realizing the absurdity.
Universe 7 celebrated with unbridled enthusiasm while Universe 6's section remained decidedly unhappy. Champa's expression darkened to thunderous gloom. Shortly after commencement, they'd already lost two fighters—and their opponents appeared to be exerting minimal effort. Was the gap truly this enormous?
Damn it all! Champa cursed internally with volcanic frustration.
"Who's next?! We absolutely CANNOT lose again!" Champa's impatience peaked dangerously, his gaze lingering on Caulifla and Cabba with desperate intensity. Both were Saiyans—the opposition fielded three Saiyans as well. Victory remained uncertain, but they needed to eliminate at least this first opponent, right?!
Cabba considered the situation carefully before volunteering with quiet resolve.
"Don't you dare lose again!"
"I'll give everything I have." Cabba nodded with determination, though sweat inadvertently traced down his forehead.
He remembered Raditz's prophecy—they would meet again someday. He simply hadn't anticipated this particular scenario. Raditz had warned that Universe 7 harbored numerous powerful warriors, and witnessing today's display confirmed that assessment spectacularly. Beyond the familiar faces like Zangya and Broly, many spectators in the stands appeared no weaker than himself. These successive defeats seemed unbelievable to outside observers, but to Cabba's perception, they felt inevitable.
The universe where Master Raditz resides naturally possesses extraordinary strength.
In Universe 7's stands, discussion flowed endlessly—but Raditz felt pure satisfaction. He laughed with genuine delight. "Lord Beerus, don't forget our wager!"
"Quiet, you! I won't renege on agreements!"
Beerus couldn't determine whether he should feel happy or angry about winning this match. His emotions churned with conflicted depression, creating considerable internal distress. If I'd known this would happen, I never would have accepted that bet...
Witnessing Beerus' deflated demeanor, Raditz found tremendous amusement—such moments occurred rarely indeed.
"Lord Beerus, though you lost to me, you've won against Universe 6. You should celebrate!"
"I suppose that's technically accurate..."
Beerus felt distinctly certain something was wrong—as though he'd been cleverly outmaneuvered once again.