The moment Raditz entered the arena, the entire atmosphere shifted. One more figure now stood beside Beerus, and the Gods of Destruction collectively hesitated, uncertain how to proceed. Aside from Quitela—who'd experienced Raditz's power firsthand—none of them truly understood his capabilities. But that silver light emanating from his body was unmistakable: the aura of a god.
In other words, Raditz's strength had reached divine realm at minimum.
"Hey, Raditz," Beerus said in a complaining tone, though his relief was barely concealed. "Who asked you to meddle? I could handle this myself."
"I didn't want to watch them gang up on you with such overwhelming numbers," Raditz replied smoothly. "Besides, isn't Lord Beerus getting tired?"
"Hmph. I'm nowhere near my limit," Beerus snorted unconvincingly.
Raditz didn't expose the lie. He simply smiled, allowing the silver light around him to intensify as his hair and pupils shifted to that distinctive Ultra Instinct coloration. "Then I'll just say I wanted to teach them a lesson myself."
"With all due respect," Beerus added, his voice carrying genuine assessment rather than empty boasting, "they're not in your league."
Beerus had sparred with Raditz before—their match had ended in a technical draw. But based on his own combat instincts and Whis's post-battle analysis, Beerus had concluded that Raditz hadn't fought at full capacity that day. Which meant Raditz could be even stronger than what he'd displayed.
Stronger than these other Gods of Destruction. Stronger than Beerus himself.
Raditz laughed at the compliment, and Beerus found himself laughing too. They stood back-to-back, and suddenly there was a camaraderie neither had expected—a shared purpose that felt almost electric.
Privately, Beerus felt genuine gratitude toward Raditz. If not for the Saiyan's influence over these past few years—the casual training sessions, the indirect motivation to improve—today might have been genuinely humiliating. Beerus might have actually been eliminated by this coordinated assault.
But expressing gratitude directly was too difficult for the proud God of Destruction. So he simply felt it silently, his golden pupils shining with renewed determination.
The remaining Gods of Destruction—now facing two opponents instead of one—clearly still believed their numerical advantage would prevail. Eleven versus two? Surely they had this. But something about Beerus and Raditz's confident postures gave them pause. What gave these two such courage? Until the situation became clearer, none dared make the first move.
The long standoff consumed patience. The space around them grew inexplicably hot, divine energies pressing against each other.
Quitela broke first. His hatred wouldn't allow restraint. He shot a glance at Sidra, then exploded forward, launching a vicious punch directly at Raditz's face.
Raditz smiled slightly and tilted his head. The punch passed harmlessly through empty air. His hand shot out, catching Quitela's wrist mid-extension, and then he pulled.
Quitela realized his mistake too late. He tried desperately to break free, but Raditz's grip was absolute. Following the arc of the swing, Quitela crashed into the arena floor with tremendous force, the impact creating a crater and sending shockwaves rippling outward.
BOOM!
Sidra, who'd been charging in to support Quitela's attack, froze mid-rush. His notoriously indecisive nature left him paralyzed—unable to commit to advancing, unwilling to retreat, simply hesitating.
That hesitation was fatal. Beerus didn't share Sidra's uncertainty. Brilliant energy erupted from the cat-like destroyer, and he launched a devastating blast point-blank at the stunned god. Sidra barely managed to raise a defensive barrier, the explosion driving him backward and leaving him exposed.
Mosco from Universe Three activated his machinery, rushing forward alongside Giin and Iwan in coordinated assault. Belmod and Liquiir finally abandoned their peripheral positions, committing to the battle.
Raditz and Beerus's expressions grew stern. They exploded with vigorous energy simultaneously, meeting the charge head-on. Brilliant light erupted at the interface where their attacks collided with their opponents', gorgeous sparks painting the void as divine powers clashed.
"DAMN YOU, BEERUS!" Quitela recovered and charged again, attacking with reckless abandon. "Don't get so cocky!"
Among all the Gods of Destruction, Quitela harbored the deepest grudge against Beerus. They'd competed constantly for recognition as the strongest destroyer, their rivalry stretching back eons. Add in his recent humiliation regarding Raditz and Frieza, and Quitela had sworn not to rest until he'd defeated Universe Seven completely.
But Raditz intercepted Quitela before he could reach Beerus, clenching his fist and striking with devastating precision.
The accumulated energy detonated in mid-air, fierce shockwaves rushing beyond the arena's boundaries and shaking the entire World of Void. Quitela was driven into the ground again, and before he could recover, Raditz appeared behind him and delivered a powerful kick that sent him flying across the platform.
"Haha! It looks amazing! This is so much better!" Zeno clapped his hands enthusiastically from his throne, clearly delighted by the improved spectacle.
Seeing Zeno's genuine enjoyment, the Grand Priest smiled quietly. Allowing Raditz to participate had indeed been the right choice.
In the spectator stands, everyone sat in stunned amazement. They'd just witnessed Raditz counter Quitela—a Supreme Kai overwhelming a God of Destruction! This was impossible in any other universe. Even in Universe Nine where the Supreme Kai was supposedly formidable, Roh was only strong with words; he'd be utterly timid in actual combat.
Only Universe Seven possessed this unique dynamic. Didn't this mean they effectively had two Gods of Destruction?!
Even some Angels expressed amazement, praising Raditz's performance with visible surprise.
The other universes' fighters began studying Universe Seven's roster more carefully. They noticed three or four warriors who carried similar auras to Raditz. Particularly Broly—who possessed the same Saiyan tail, clearly marking him as the same species! This allowed rough assessment of capabilities. Same race often meant similar foundations, even if individual power levels varied.
When Gohan shouted "Go, Uncle Raditz!" at maximum volume, he immediately exposed their relationship. Several weaker fighters visibly trembled, mentally cataloging Gohan and his associates. They made quiet decisions: avoid these particular warriors at all costs. Stay far, far away.
"Incredible," Goku murmured, studying the battle intently. "Watching this fight makes me realize how much further I need to go with my training."
Vegeta similarly absorbed every detail, his analytical mind dissecting the combat. Both Saiyans had touched the preparatory realm of godhood, and observing battle at this level provided invaluable insights. Goku's understanding of Ultra Instinct had already progressed significantly—he stood only one step away from achieving the perfected state, separated from Raditz's mastery by a single breakthrough moment.
Frieza sneered throughout, offering periodic mockery. "Can't these pathetic destroyers land a single hit? Honestly, letting Raditz show off like this is embarrassing for them."
Whis's eyes narrowed, though his voice remained calm. "Raditz's Ultra Instinct has reached a higher level than theirs. Ordinary methods simply aren't effective against that degree of mastery."
This assessment was entirely accurate. Raditz moved through the Gods of Destruction like water flowing around stones, constantly launching attacks while his opponents found themselves unable to mount effective resistance. They could only endure the swift, wild bombardment, their defenses insufficient against perfect instinctive movement.
Throughout the space, waves of destruction spread outward from shattered sections of arena, the supposedly indestructible platform developing cracks under the accumulated divine power.
Raditz and Beerus—two against eleven—showed no signs of disadvantage. Instead, they seemed to grow more energized, firmly holding the upper hand through superior technique and coordination.
"Hey, Raditz," Beerus said, breathing harder now. His stamina wasn't quite matching Raditz's, and while continuing this demonstration was satisfying, he couldn't maintain this pace indefinitely. "Have you had enough fun? I want to actually eliminate a few of these idiots."
"Sure. Who should we start with?"
"Quitela." Beerus's eyes flashed with unmistakable determination. The answer required no thought whatsoever.
Before they could execute their plan, a scream suddenly erupted from the arena's edge. The ground beneath Sidra collapsed, and Universe Nine's God of Destruction plummeted into the pitch-black abyss beyond the platform!
Standing beside where Sidra had fallen, looking entirely too innocent, was Belmod.
"Oh, don't look at me like that," Belmod said with an exaggerated smile, spreading his hands in mock helplessness. "This demonstration match is still technically a competition, correct? There will be a winner, won't there? And the one who eliminates the most opponents wins. I simply made a tactical decision." His grin widened. "What else could I do?"