"His 'Royal Flush' attack this time was a bit weaker, and he even conjured a shield for himself as he unleashed it, which prevented him from vanishing," Kusu analyzed.
"If this continues, will his 'Royal Flush' become even more potent?" Rumssi mused.
"It should," Kusu nodded.
After saying this, Kusu immediately hurried off to another location to repair the Destroyer God's realm.
Rumssi fell silent.
If things continued this way, the Destroyer Gods who dared to provoke Vegeta in the future would be in for a tough time.
It was fortunate that I was on his side.
I understand.
Vegeta had noted down another 'hatred value' in that little notebook, likely directed at Champa.
After all, Champa had abandoned him before.
And Champa hadn't treated him well.
How could he compare to how well I treated Vegeta?
However, if this was a hatred value, why did it suddenly drop after reaching a certain level?
Understood!
Before, Vegeta had intended to settle scores with Champa.
But as Vegeta's strength grew and time passed, his hatred for Champa gradually diminished.
That seemed to be the case.
I remember it's only at 5,000 now.
The most pitiful was Vados.
His hatred value had reached a staggering 100,000.
I had a feeling that with Vegeta's personality, he might even sneak into the eleventh universe to attack the God of Destruction.
If he killed the God of Destruction, Vados would vanish along with him.
That unlucky bastard.
Vegeta, you absolutely must not kill Vados.
If you kill him, who will work for me?
Eh, another Destroyer God will be working for me soon.
Rumssi felt a surge of excitement, his mind racing with countless thoughts.
Champa was completely dumbfounded, staring at his severed arm, lost in thought.
Immediately after, Champa felt waves of intense pain, wincing with every breath.
"Bardock, isn't it time?" Vegeta asked Bardock.
Bardock: "..."
At a time like this, you're still asking about the time?
Don't you see what you've done to the Destroyer God's realm?
"Yes, yes, it's time," Bardock sighed helplessly, continuing to repair the Destroyer God's realm as he spoke, "Vegeta wins this match."
Champa fell silent, his expression shifting rapidly, even looking at Vegeta with a hint of fear.
This guy was a ruthless individual.
What was that just now?
I felt like I was about to be blown to bits.
If I hadn't reacted quickly enough, I might have actually died.
How could this brat be so powerful?
"I apologize, Lord Champa," Vegeta said with a smile.
"You... you... what was that move just now?" Champa asked with a stern face.
"Royal Flush!" Vegeta replied.
"Don't just give strange moves silly names!" Champa yelled angrily. "I want to know what that was! I felt like you were channeling Angelic power and Destruction energy!"
"Yes, I fused those two energies together," Vegeta nodded.
Champa fell silent.
No wonder the power was so immense.
This was outrageous...
"Excuse me, I won," Vegeta said with a smile.
"Champa, 4,900 years!" Rumssi quickly approached, patting Champa's shoulder forcefully.
Champa suddenly snapped back to reality.
Champa felt utterly devastated, a million curses running through his mind.
4,900 years!
I have to work for another universe for 4,900 years!
"Can... can we round that down?" Champa asked with a wry smile.
"Dream on!" Rumssi snorted.
"What about rounding to the nearest thousand? Just discard the last 900 years? Make it a nice round number, 4,000 years," Champa suggested to Rumssi.
"Doesn't your arm hurt?" Rumssi sidestepped the question, looking at Champa's severed limb.
Champa: "..."
After a brief silence, Champa winced in pain, gasping.
"I thought you weren't hurting," Rumssi chuckled.
"Damn it! When did this brat Vegeta become so powerful?" Champa gritted his teeth.
"How is it? He's a result of my hard work in training him," Rumssi roared with laughter.
"Crack!"
The next moment, Champa saw Vegeta's body rapidly healing.
In an instant, Vegeta's severed arm was restored to its complete form.
Simultaneously, a brilliant light flashed around Vegeta.
Following that, all of Vegeta's injuries vanished without a trace.
Even Vegeta's clothes were as good as new.
At Vegeta's current level, his clothing had long since been condensed by his own energy.
Otherwise, after exploding so many times, his clothes would have been gone.
His current attire was all condensed by Vegeta's energy, responding to his will, so it was normal for it to have a couple of pockets.
Of course, Vegeta's clothes were still in the traditional Saiyan style.
Although that style was primarily associated with Frieza's army.
For Vegeta, however, that was no longer important.
This outfit suited his style better.
"This... this... this brat can regenerate?" Champa stammered, stunned.
"Indeed," Rumssi nodded.
"Ssss..." Champa shivered.
"What's wrong?" Rumssi asked, surprised.
"Idiot! Does losing an arm not hurt? Of course, it hurts!" Champa shouted with a dark expression.
"Vegeta also lost an arm earlier, and I didn't see him wince," Rumssi quipped.
"Human nerve reflexes are too slow! And the arm was severed so quickly, it takes time for the signal to reach the brain," Champa retorted. "Besides, this guy can regenerate, so the pain shouldn't be as intense as mine!"
"That makes some sense," Rumssi conceded.
"Let me heal you," Vegeta said with a smile. "After all, I can condense Angelic power, and my Angelic power also has healing properties."
Champa looked up at Bardock, then at Kusu in the distance.
Bardock and Kusu were currently busy repairing the damaged Destroyer God's realm.
They had no time to heal Champa.
Champa was still grimacing in pain.
"Hurry over!" Champa nodded, finding Vegeta's suggestion quite good.
Vegeta quickly appeared directly in front of Champa.
Vegeta was still in his Super Saiyan 3 form.
Vegeta condensed a ball of murky Angelic power in his hand.
Rumssi looked up at Vegeta, his lips moving.
Vegeta's lips also moved.
Champa looked between Vegeta and Rumssi.
"What are you two doing?" Champa asked. "Are you communicating using sign language?"
"Sort of," Rumssi chuckled.