With their universe on the line, Beerus forgot his pride for a moment. The sight of a God of Destruction fussing like a scolded child earned a few sidelong glances.
"The Omni-King has no objection. The match continues."
The Grand Priest smiled at Beerus, then addressed the arena.
At the words Omni-King, Beerus deflated on the spot. He slumped into his seat like a radish hit by frost.
"If the Omni-King has no problem... then I have no problem."
He mumbled like a schoolkid after a lecture. In his anger he had almost forgotten the Grand Priest's most important reminder.
Whether something counts as a foul depends on the Omni-King.
Given the twin kings' childlike temperaments, unless a violation ruined their fun, almost nothing would be stopped.
Beerus sighed and looked around. By now, aside from Universes 3, 11, and his own 7, every universe had fighters cooling their heels in the stands. Universe 9's Supreme Kai was in full meltdown, screaming at his team like a destroyer god in a bad mood.
Seeing that no warriors from Universe 7 had been knocked out to join him yet, Beerus finally began to relax.
"Do your best, Goku, Vegeta, Vincent, and the rest..."
His gaze drifted to Jiren, still seated cross-legged, utterly unmoved. Worry creased his eyes.
On the stage, with the press of enemies easing, the trio regrouped.
"I took out five. How about you two?"
Goku scratched his head and asked.
Vincent counted and answered honestly. "About seven."
"And you, Vegeta?"
"Only... five."
Vegeta shot Goku a glare and admitted it through gritted teeth. It matched Goku's tally, but compared to Vincent's lead, it stung. He snorted, turned on his heel, and went hunting.
"If Vegeta is pushing, I should go too."
Goku grinned and took off toward another skirmish.
Vincent chuckled at their rivalry. That was how Saiyans were. He did not care about the scoreboard like they did. He walked the arena at an easy pace, looking for the right opponent.
Word of Universe 2's order had already spread. Fighters who spotted Vincent veered away at once. A vacuum opened around him. No one volunteered to be the next example.
A vast shadow fell across his path.
"Gah gah gah. You are a warrior of Universe 7."
The voice was cold, stripped of emotion. Vincent looked up. His challenger was no ordinary lifeform. It was a machine.
"I heard you have a technique that makes people faint. Try it on me."
So he had analyzed Vincent's earlier fight and assumed that a machine body would ignore that pressure. He had come to test the theory and knock Vincent out.
"My name is Narirama. What is yours, warrior of Universe 7?"
"Vincent."
"Gah gah gah. Then let us fight."
The iron body moved at once.
The robot began to spin, fast.
The air whined. The machine became a giant top, whirling so hard the air itself crackled. This was Universe 3's technology on full display.
His legs drove a moment later, hurling the spinning mass straight at Vincent.
The whirling dome loomed larger. Vincent's face did not change.
"Gah gah gah. If you do not move, you will be cut in two."
The machine's voice remained flat, almost like a warning.
Vincent nodded once and raised his right hand.
They met.
Boom.
The impact boomed across the void, and Narirama's charge stopped cold against a single palm.
Click. Click.
The internal system fought to reengage the spin. It could not. The force in Vincent's hand locked the machine in place.
Clang.
Blades snapped out along Narirama's legs and began to scream at high speed, angling to shear Vincent's shins.
Vincent did not blink. He lifted his left leg.
Clang.
Metal rang again. The razor wheels shattered on contact and clattered to the floor in shards.
"What?"
Universe 3's God of Destruction watched, stunned. His own body was mechanical, but he had feelings. He had pinned hopes on Narirama as a successor. Win here and he had planned to install an emotion module for him. Now...
"Narirama. Do not underestimate him. Use your strongest strike."
The Destroyer, Mosco, thundered.
Simple physical attacks were doing nothing. Only Narirama's true finisher held a sliver of hope.
"All available Universe 3 units, support Narirama."
Two or three figures broke from the distance and raced over. All were Universe 3 fighters coming to assist.
"Gah gah. I need time to charge. Hold him."
Narirama's voice buzzed.
"No problem."
The speaker wore a tight combat suit and a pale blue visor. His tone was emotionless. Another artificial being, or a full cyborg.
"Leave him to us."
The newcomers attacked on arrival. Twin beams lanced from their optics and arrowed for Vincent's face.
Zzz. Zzz. Zzz.
They were fast and straight.
If a shot like that landed, it would be laughable.
Vincent tilted his head and let the beams pass. He did not drag it out. He burst forward and drove his fists toward the two as the visor man moved to block.
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