"Boom!"
Zamasu landed a kick, striking the back of Frost's head.
Frost plummeted from the sky, gouging a large crater in the ground.
"Crack!"
Zamasu slowly landed at the edge of the crater, beckoning Frost with a finger.
"Whoosh!"
Frost was controlled by Zamasu, suspended in mid-air.
"Bang bang bang!"
Zamasu threw punches remotely, beating Frost soundly.
Frost cried out in pain, wailing incessantly.
"Bang!"
Zamasu casually waved his hand, flinging Frost out of the ring.
Frost was eliminated.
In this battle, Frost hadn't even had time to transform before losing to Zamasu.
In fact, even if Frost had transformed, he might not have been Zamasu's match.
Champa felt utterly miserable.
Another loss!
This was simply absurd!
Fortunately, I brought Hit this time.
Hit is the strongest warrior in our Universe 6!
Hit absolutely won't lose to this guy.
"Hit, it's your turn!" Champa urged Hit.
Hit, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, slowly raised his head upon hearing Champa's words, opened his eyes, and gazed at the arrogant Zamasu on the stage.
Hit walked up unhurriedly.
"Begin," Champa gritted out.
"This kid's quite something, taking on three opponents," Rumsshi marveled, taunting Champa, "Champa, the people from your universe are no good, their skill level is too low!"
"Those were all accidents! All accidents!" Champa roared.
"You don't need to repeat yourself, I can hear you," Rumsshi said with a smug smile.
"Damn it! That won't happen again, just you wait! Hit will defeat this Zamasu easily!" Champa said through gritted teeth, his face grim.
"Then I'll cheer for him," Rumsshi replied with a smile.
The final match officially commenced.
Hit stood with his hands in his pockets, his gaze cold as he watched Zamasu.
"Vegeta, this Hit fellow also likes to stand with his hands in his pockets," Rumsshi remarked with a chuckle.
"You could consider taking him as a subordinate," Vegeta mused.
"Forget it, we've already brought many from Universe 7 to Universe 10, no need to covet people from Universe 6," Rumsshi shook his head. "What did you say before? Something about having the Dragon Balls but still longing for a mouse?"
"Mmm, that's the idea," Vegeta nodded.
"You're right, why would you want Quitela the mouse when you have the Dragon God!" Rumsshi chuckled.
Vegeta: "..."
You can twist anything into that, can you?
Rumsshi, you're truly something.
"That pretentious fellow, I hate people who stand with their hands in their pockets the most!" Zamasu snarled, an inexplicable rage igniting within him upon seeing Hit's stance.
Damn him!
His posture with hands in his pockets was so much like that bastard Vegeta.
I despise people who act so smug.
Zamasu hurtled towards Hit.
"Whoosh!"
Mid-flight, Zamasu instantly used his teleportation ability, appearing directly behind Hit.
Hit seemed completely oblivious.
Zamasu aimed for Hit's back and swung his palm.
Just then, Hit moved.
Hit activated his Time Skip.
Time momentarily froze.
"Bang!"
Hit threw a rapid punch, connecting squarely with Zamasu's nose.
Zamasu had no idea how he was hit. His expression shifted rapidly as he stumbled back several steps before finally managing to stop.
"W-what... I didn't even see him punch," Zamasu stammered, his eyes wide with shock.
"Hmph," Hit grunted, a look of utter contempt on his face.
"You... what's with that look!" Zamasu demanded, enraged.
"You are no match for me. Surrender quickly," Hit stated coldly.
"You... what did you say? You said I'm no match for you?" Zamasu bellowed, "Stop joking, I haven't even gotten serious yet!"
"Snap!"
As Zamasu spoke, a purple energy blade materialized in his right hand.
"Come on!" Zamasu roared.
Hit regarded Zamasu with a cold stare.
You think wielding that energy blade makes you so impressive?
"Hmph!"
Zamasu suddenly thrust the energy blade towards Hit.
Hit sidestepped with ease, evading Zamasu's attack.
"Bang!"
Hit delivered a kick, directly to Zamasu's face.
A shoe print immediately appeared on Zamasu's face.
Zamasu rubbed his throbbing cheek, his expression growing even more ferocious.
"Yaaargh!" Zamasu roared in uncontrollable fury, lunging at Hit with flailing limbs.
"Bang!"
Hit activated Time Skip once more, landing a heavy punch directly on Zamasu's chest.
"Pfft..."
Zamasu immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing onto his knees in pain, feeling utterly devastated.
"Bang!"
Hit followed up with another kick, launching Zamasu into the air.
Zamasu arced through the air and fell directly out of the ring, eliminated.
Zamasu was completely dumbfounded.
Eliminated just like that?
I was eliminated by this guy?
How is this possible!
I am a god!
Although my position as a Kai is not comparable to a Supreme Kai or a God of Destruction, I am still a well-known deity throughout the universe.
And I lost to a mere mortal.
Zamasu gnashed his teeth as he climbed to his feet, a shadow of despair clouding his face.
"Hahaha! Good! What a spectacular match!" Champa roared with laughter.
Finally, a victory!
Hit truly did not disappoint me.
"100 years! 100 years!" Champa stepped forward and patted Rumsshi's shoulder.
Rumsshi: "..."
This line sounds so familiar.
It's something I used to say to Vados.
And now Champa is using it on me.
"It's just 100 years, it's nothing to me. I enjoy working," Rumsshi grumbled.
"You're just putting on a brave face!" Champa rejoiced.
This 100 years means I can relax.
Beerus has a subordinate to destroy planets for him.
To work for him!
And I have other Gods of Destruction working for me.
Just thinking about it makes me excited.
Rumsshi rolled his eyes.
Champa, you pathetic creature.
It's only 100 years, and you're already gloating this much?
I worked for Vados for a good 8000 years.