Dragon Ball Super, I conquered Bardos with my cooking skills

"Uh..."

The round, flat face of the future Omni-King was filled with confusion and astonishment.

Is it called a competition if two people go on stage and then kick each other out?

"If that's the case, it's not fun at all!" Without waiting for the future Omni-King to answer, the Omni-King on the other side had already complained.

"Oh..."

The High Priest raised his eyebrows, waiting for this sentence from the Omni-Kings.

He looked around the various audience stands present, and then raised his voice and shouted, "Then next, please invite all the Gods of Destruction to the ring!"

"Huh?"

Beerus, who was still criticizing Son Goku, was stunned when he heard this.

Did he just hear it wrong?

What did the High Priest say?

Let all the Gods of Destruction go to the ring?

What are they going to do?

A melee, or a collective joint attack on Surt?

"No way? Could it be that even we, the God of Destruction, have to participate in the Tournament of Power?"

The fox God of Destruction from the 8th Universe...er, it was Ligier who was so surprised that he cried out.

"Eh, us?"

The long-bearded dwarf Sidara's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He had seen how powerful Surt was.

Just the burst of air waves alone could blow him away!

"Hehe, as residents of each universe, isn't it normal for you to participate in the tournament?"

The high priest smiled warmly, but his eyes were full of coldness.

"Hey, hey, are you kidding? Fighting Surt..." Xiangpa was also shocked.

Fighting is actually not the point. The most important thing is whether Surt will hold a grudge against him and never give him food again...

Facing these procrastinating Gods of Destruction with different expressions, the two Omni-Kings were not happy either. They scolded and urged them with a pulled face.

"Hurry up!"

"That's right, that's right!"

The Gods of Destruction did not dare to delay, and they jumped onto the stage one by one, looking at each other.

Surt stood in the center of the stage with his hands on his hips indifferently.

After looking around at the Gods of Destruction around him, he finally cast his cold eyes on the High Priest.

This damn High Priest...

"Excuse me... High Priest, are we going to deal with Surt together?"

Quitla, the Yellow Rat God of Destruction from the 4th Universe, asked with his hands spread out.

"Well..."

The High Priest glanced at the two Omni-Kings who were focused on the stage and explained.

"It depends on your decision. The winner will get the reward from the Omni-King!"

He knew Surt's strength, which was at most at the level of a God of Destruction.

Whether it was a collective attack by the Gods of Destruction or a melee, it was enough to cause Surt to be seriously injured or even die on the spot.

He had asked Whis about it, and found out that there are things like lollipops on Earth!

Surt, the human, can die now!

"A battle for all?"

Listening to the words of the high priest, the gods of destruction who were originally looking at each other became alert to each other.

"It seems that it will be a melee?"

Makalita looked at Surt, then at Weimei, and her expression was moved for the first time.

But soon, Makalita turned her attention to Surt, and disciples could be found everywhere.

But there is only one Surt who can become the strongest human in the universe!

You can tell which is more important at a glance.

"Is that so... It seems that this game is a good opportunity to find out who will be the strongest god of destruction!"

The yellow-skinned mouse folded his arms, looked at Beerus provocatively, and directly drew Surt out.

He is just a human. Even if he can defeat the candidate for the god of destruction, how can he be stronger than the real god of destruction?

"What's that look in your eyes!"

Beerus felt the gaze of the yellow-skinned rat Quitara and looked over coldly, "Are you looking for trouble with me?"

"Tsk, you're just my defeated opponent!" When their eyes met, the yellow-skinned rat Quitara looked disdainful and snorted coldly.

These words were full of complaints.

Beerus clenched his fists angrily, veins popped out on his forehead, and shouted, "What defeated opponent? We were just arm wrestling that time!"

"You're still lying, saying that my wine spilled..."

"Hmph, if you lose, you lose, why don't you admit it!" The yellow-skinned rat Quitara caught this point and refused to let go.

"Ah... I'm so envious, Lord Beerus is also on stage, and there's Surt!"

Sun Wukong, standing next to King Kai Shin, looked at the arena full of people, his face full of excitement.

"Uh... just say less, or you'll make Lord Beerus angry again!"

Kaioshin Shin looked helpless, with cold sweat on his forehead.

But Sun WukongWill he listen to his advice? Of course it's impossible.

"Come on, Master Beerus... Surt, don't lose either!"

Sun Wukong put his hands on his mouth, pretending to be a loudspeaker to amplify himself.

"Asshole, it's all your fault. You still have the nerve to talk... If you hadn't done this, would I be able to stand here? It's all your fault!"

Hearing Sun Wukong's depressing cheering, Beerus' forehead was constantly bulging with veins.

It's all because of this damn Goku. He actually had the nerve to cheer for him?

As he shouted, he felt a chill on his back and secretly said it was not good.

"Uh..."

"It's exposed. You have to take the blame!"

Surt stood calmly in the center, looking at the gods of destruction who were looking at him unkindly, and were adding insult to injury to Beerus.

"That guy is from Universe 7..."

The Egyptian goddess of destruction, Helas, raised her eyebrows and looked at Sun Wukong standing on the viewing platform, and suddenly asked.

"By the way, you are also a human, right? Which universe are you from?"

Seeing that the Egyptian Helas had set her sights on Surt, the extremely witty Xiangpa had already arrived beside Surt and grinned.

"This is my man!"

"...No, I'm not your man!"

Surt refused to admit that he was also a man of Bardos.

Xiangpa was not the first day to get along with Surt, and smiled again to introduce him to the Egyptian Helas.

"He is not my man, but he is a man of Bardos!"

"Oh..."

Everyone present was in tacit understanding, and regarded Surt as a disciple of Bardos.

"Don't worry about him, Beerus, what you just said, are you saying that the current situation is all because of that human, right?"

The yellow-skinned mouse Quitra turned the topic back and looked at Beerus with a bad face.

"Hmph, is it you Universe 7 who is causing trouble again?"

The fox Ligier, shaking his tail, also glared at Beerus fiercely.

In just a moment, all the gods of destruction on the scene glared at Beerus.

"Hmph, Beerus, you are dead. Everyone has had a grudge against you to some extent! You are adding fuel to the fire!"

The yellow-skinned mouse Quitella looked smug, constantly stimulating the anger of the gods of destruction on the scene.

"Why does he look so happy to see Beerus in trouble?" Surt looked at Champa standing beside him and asked.