After writing down that final sentence, the Gods of Destruction quietly began watching the matches below.
There were a total of 83,000 arenas below.
This was the first round of the tournament, with the Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced, and Peak Divisions all taking place simultaneously.
Although these contestants were already among the top martial artists of the Sixth and Seventh Universes, compared to the Gods of Destruction, they were practically like children playing in the dirt.
It was somewhat boring to watch.
However...
Even though these "childish" battles seemed rather dull, Quitela and the other Gods of Destruction continued watching them attentively.
After all, they wanted to perfectly replicate this Universal Martial Arts Tournament in their own universes.
They couldn't afford to overlook even the smallest detail!
The ten quadrillion-plus martial artists below, however, reacted very differently from the Gods of Destruction.
"So... so amazing!"
"He was already driven into a dead end, yet he still managed to turn the tables at the last moment. That's unbelievable!"
"Look over there! Those two robots fight in such a strange way. They're not engaging in traditional close combat at all. They're using supercomputers to launch information attacks against each other!"
"And over there! Those contestants look like plants, but they're just like ordinary people. They can run, and they can even fire energy beams! That's incredible!"
"..."
The martial artists outside the arenas were all people who had failed to qualify for the main tournament.
Watching so many powerful warriors battle one another made their blood boil.
They wished they could participate in a universe-level tournament like this themselves!
Unfortunately...
They had failed to squeeze into the main tournament this time.
If they wanted to spar with powerful warriors from another universe, there was simply no opportunity for them to do so!
Time continued to pass.
The Gods of Destruction gradually began to change their opinions.
At first, they had found these matches dull and tedious.
But little by little, they actually began to find them rather interesting.
Especially when they looked at the martial artists who had failed to qualify for the main tournament.
Their faces were filled with unwillingness, frustration, envy, admiration, reverence...
High above, on the viewing platform, Liquiir, the fox-like God of Destruction, sighed.
"No wonder Gran said to leave everything to time."
Arak, the mummy-like God of Destruction, looked at Gran's profile and shook his head.
"This guy's cultivation talent is terrifying, but his intelligence is equally unmatched."
Giin, the sea-monster-like God of Destruction, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness I didn't continue provoking this guy. Otherwise, Quitela's fate would have been mine."
"..."
The Gods of Destruction stood on the viewing platform, discussing among themselves.
Bulma stood beside Beerus and tugged lightly at the corner of his clothes.
"Lord Beerus, why did all these Gods of Destruction suddenly start saying things like that?"
Seeing that the person speaking was his "litter-box attendant," Beerus didn't give her an annoyed look this time.
Instead, he pointed toward the spectators below.
"Look at their expressions."
"Their expressions?"
Bulma froze for a moment.
She followed Beerus's finger and looked down, noticing that the faces of those martial artists were filled with unwillingness and envy.
"Do you see the unwillingness and envy on their faces?"
"Mm."
"Then that's it."
Beerus smiled faintly.
"Motivation often comes from exactly this. These emotions will become the factors that drive them to become stronger."
"The seeds of various emotions have already been planted in their hearts. Just wait. Leave everything to time."
"One day, those seeds in their hearts will grow into towering trees."
Only after hearing Beerus's explanation did Bulma suddenly understand.
So they were taking advantage of the negative emotions in these martial artists.
Gran, who was standing nearby, also chuckled inwardly.
That was indeed what he was doing.
He was taking advantage of their negative emotions.
Just like Vegeta, the eternal runner-up of the Dragon Ball world.
Vegeta was the Prince of the Saiyans and had possessed extraordinarily powerful battle power from birth.
Yet after arriving on Earth, he lost to Son Goku.
And because of that, Vegeta developed feelings of unwillingness, jealousy, hatred...
It was precisely because of these emotions that he was able to keep chasing after Son Goku.
Without Son Goku as his rival, Vegeta might very well have remained at a battle power of only 18,000 until the day he died!
However!
This Universal Martial Arts Tournament wasn't merely making use of negative emotions.
It contained so much more.
For example...
Temptation!
Gran looked toward an arena in the Intermediate Division below.
Two animal-like contestants stood on the arena.
One was a tiger.
The other was a rabbit.
The rabbit roared hysterically.
"I promised my father! I absolutely have to bring the Life Fruit back for my mother!"
"My mother needs the Life Fruit!"
"I absolutely will not surrender!!!"
The rabbit possessed only 1.2 million battle power, yet his power suddenly erupted to 2 million!
The tiger opposite him possessed only 1.5 million battle power.
He was actually blasted straight out of the arena by the very creature that would normally be his prey in the food chain!
From the rabbit's words, it was obvious that his mother was on the verge of death.
He needed to bring the Life Fruit back in order to keep her alive!
The Life Fruit was his only hope.
The temptation of such a reward was self-evident!
"Big Sis, Gran is really amazing!"
"Exactly. This Universal Martial Arts Tournament isn't merely awakening the negative emotions of these mortals. It's also awakening their desires for power, the Life Fruit, fame... and so much more!"
"Only by becoming stronger can they obtain the things they desire. Gran really knows how to manipulate human nature!"
The Angels communicated secretly among themselves.
Little Kusu stroked her braided hair.
She said nothing, merely continuing to stare at Gran's profile.
"With this guy around, it's only a matter of time before the Seventh Universe reaches first place among the Omni-King's twelve universes!"
Time continued to pass.
Many martial artists had already been eliminated, and every winner received the corresponding number of points.
The winner of the Beginner Division received 1 point.
The winner of the Intermediate Division received 3 points.
The winner of the Advanced Division received 5 points.
The winner of the Peak Division received 7 points.
The winner of the God Division received 9 points!
A little higher above the viewing platform, another projection screen displaying the current scores was suspended in the air.
At present, the score between the Seventh and Sixth Universes was:
1003 vs. 1804!
The Seventh Universe was slightly behind the Sixth Universe.
Champa burst into laughter.
"Beerus, did you see that? My Sixth Universe is stronger than your Seventh!"
"Tch!"
Beerus scoffed disdainfully.
"This has only just begun. Don't tell me you actually think you've already won?"
"Hahaha! I don't know whether I'll win in the end, but at least right now, my Sixth Universe has more points than your Seventh Universe!"
"You..."
Unable to stand Champa's smugness, Beerus immediately started wrestling with him again.
The other Gods of Destruction remained silent.
They weren't particularly surprised by the current situation.
After all, the Sixth Universe's mid-tier strength was stronger than the Seventh Universe's.
In the Beginner and Intermediate Divisions, the Sixth Universe had won most of the matches.
END OF CHAPTER
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