Silver light erupted from Gran's body, his hair instantly turning the same shimmering shade.
Divine Dimension + Ultra Instinct (Prototype) State!
His power broke through—Divine Realm, First Stage!
"Don't even think about blowing up my universe with that energy blast!"
Before the sphere could detonate, Gran's body moved like a phantom.
He pivoted sideways, bent low, and drove his fist forward!
His punch struck Orma directly in the abdomen. Power of the Divine Realm's First Stage exploded outward—space itself released a violent crack.
"AAAHHH!!"
The energy sphere in Orma's hand instantly collapsed.
His body curled like a boiled shrimp as he staggered backward, clutching his stomach.
"Gh—!!"
Orma spat a mouthful of blood, staring at the silver-haired figure before him with disbelief.
"Th–this… impossible! How did your power jump so suddenly?! And how are you reacting that fast?!"
"Your bodily instincts are far too weak."
Gran stepped back twice, then crooked a finger at him.
"Come on. Keep going."
"You're courting death!"
For someone of Orma's dignity—divine realm third stage—to be mocked by a "mere" first stage… shame ignited into fury.
His muscles swelled violently, and his speed instantly doubled.
"Die!!"
Orma launched an even more ferocious assault, his blows carrying enough force to pulverize star systems.
If any of them connected, the result would be catastrophic.
But he didn't know
"You come to my Seventh Universe, and I thought you'd at least be a real expert!"
Gran danced between his attacks like a silver sprite. Every step he took effortlessly avoided the incoming blows.
"Wh–what kind of movement technique is this…?"
Orma's pupils tightened as he hastily widened the distance.
"Tell me—who sent you?" Gran asked, sounding disappointed.
From the moment he'd landed that surprise blow earlier, he'd already gauged Orma's level.
The guy had decent control over his strength.
His martial foundation wasn't bad either.
In the mortal realm, he'd be considered phenomenal.
But to Gran, his force control wasn't perfect, and his bodily instincts were pitifully underdeveloped.
Probably not even fully at the first-stage instinct level—no wonder he was caught off guard.
And their brief clash had only confirmed it.
What kind of trash would send someone like this?
"How are you so fast?!"
Orma roared. He appeared behind Gran, arm raised—
but before he could strike, Gran's elbow crashed upward like cleaving heaven and earth.
BOOM!!
All of Gran's Divine Realm First Stage power concentrated into a single point.
Orma's internal organs ruptured instantly.
"Ghh—!!"
He vomited another mouthful of blood—this time mixed with shreds of organ tissue.
"Speak. Which universe are you from? If you don't… your only path is death."
Even if he did speak, he would die anyway.
He had tried to destroy Gran's universe—his fate was sealed.
"Damn it! I'm a Divine Realm Third Stage powerhouse! How can I lose to garbage like you?!"
Orma roared through the pain, his body flashing forward like lightning as he threw a heavy punch.
Gran suddenly stopped moving.
Orma's heart leapt
This time he can't dodge!
Just as the punch was about to land, Gran tilted his head slightly.
The blow missed.
"Impossible!!"
Orma attacked again.
This time, Gran didn't evade. He caught Orma's fist
but then redirected the force with an eerie, fluid motion.
This was the fighting technique Beerus and Whis had drilled into him repeatedly.
BOOM!!
The Third Stage power dispersed to one side, shaking the entire starfield and even tearing open a small pocket of space.
"If you won't say it, then let me guess…
You're from Universe 11, right?"
After deflecting the strike, Gran grabbed Orma's fist and leaned close to his ear.
"How did you do that…?"
Orma's eyes trembled with terror. Black flames burst from his body as he finally tore himself free.
"Die!!"
He retreated rapidly, forming another energy sphere as he did.
A Divine Realm Third Stage energy blast wouldn't just destroy a starfield
it could wipe out the entire East Galaxy.
"You already tried that, didn't you? You think I'll let you throw around universe-busting attacks?"
Gran teleported behind him and swept his leg out.
CRACK!
Orma's waist twisted grotesquely, and the energy sphere vanished instantly.
"So you're not from Universe 11… Then Universe 1, maybe?"
Gran flickered through the starfield, each pass delivering a brutal hit to Orma.
Earth — The Heavenly Realm
"The difference is too vast… with his terrifying martial foundation, this guy never stood a chance."
"Which universe sent this fool?"
Popo shook his head and walked back into the Sanctuary.
Galactic Prison
"Power-wise, Divine Stage One and Three differ greatly.
But that guy can't overpower Gran just by raw strength."
"That means this fight comes down to martial skill."
"And Gran was personally trained by my brother and Lord Beerus.
His martial arts exceed mortal limits.
There's simply no comparison."
Merus chuckled.
This battle had no suspense at all.
He continued his patrol of the prison.
Sacred World of the Kai
"A Divine Realm Third Stage…?"
"Tch. No matter how strong, he's still a mortal."
"Gran knows Ultra Instinct. What do you have to fight with, huh?"
The Old Supreme Kai puffed out his chest like a proud rooster.
East Galaxy
Gran's nimble movements shattered Orma's composure.
He couldn't understand this footwork at all.
His organs were shredded, his spine broken, one arm and both legs severed…
Orma felt his worldview collapsing.
In Universe 4, he ranked among its top five.
This was why Quitela had sent him.
Normally, at the divine level, each stage gap was like heaven and earth.
First Stage vs. Third Stage had two heavens of difference.
So how… how could Universe 7's Candidate Destroyer defeat him?
"Then let me guess again.
You're from Universe 4, aren't you?"
Gran appeared beside him, speaking calmly.
Orma could no longer move.
His ruined body trembled as he heard the words
his pupils contracted sharply.
"So that's it."
Seeing his reaction, Gran couldn't help but laugh.
So it was that rat.
No wonder.
"You… die… die with me…!!"
Floating in the vacuum, Orma's body suddenly began to swell.
"Self-destruction?
As if I'd let you succeed."
His martial foundation was garbage
but his Third Stage divine power was very real.
If he self-destructed, the entire East Galaxy—maybe the whole universe—would go with him.
"Man… not having Destruction power is annoying."
Gran drove his fist straight through Orma's abdomen.
His overwhelming power surged through Orma's body
BOOOOOM!!
Orma exploded instantly.
Fortunately, this was Gran's controlled destructive force.
It only sent shockwaves through the starfield without damaging nearby planets.
"So Beerus-sama and Whis were right.
At my current level, almost no mortal can defeat me."
Suspended in space, Gran looked at his hands with excitement.
Even a Divine Realm Third Stage warrior was no match for him.
Wait
There were still Jiren…
and the four universes that didn't join the Tournament of Power.
Gran exhaled slowly.
There are always higher peaks.
No room for arrogance.
He remained in the starfield a moment longer before turning away—not heading to Earth.
But to the Sacred World of the Kai.
Beerus and Whis were still not back.
He needed to inform the Old Kai first.
The Palace of the Omni-King — Center of the Multiverse
Inside the Grand Hall of Zeno.
"The meeting is concluded. I trust all Destroyers will obey Lord Zeno's decree."
Just as the Grand Priest finished speaking, he sensed something.
He turned sharply toward Quitela.
"Quitela…
you dare?!"
The childlike Zeno, who had been happily playing a matching game on his throne, lifted his head.
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