The fury and killing intent on the clown-faced God of Destruction's features were unmistakable.
The way he stared at Linze made it clear, he wanted nothing more than to tear him apart on the spot.
Then, glancing down at Jiren, who lay unconscious in Toppo's arms, his expression turned even darker.
"The strongest mortal in Universe 11... what a pathetic waste."
He spat the words with contempt, clearly disgusted by Jiren's defeat.
"Lord Vermoud..."
Toppo and the other Pride Troopers quickly lowered their heads in respect, saluting their God of Destruction.
"Hmph. Pride Troopers you can't even handle a single opponent. What a disgrace to Universe 11!"
Vermoud's scowl deepened as he turned from Linze to his angel attendant, Marcarita.
"Heal Jiren's injuries."
With that cold order, he turned his ominous gaze back to Linze.
"A mortal from Universe 7 dares to rampage in Universe 11 like this? You must have a death wish…"
He looked ready to rip Linze apart with his bare hands.
But how...
Even I'm not yet on Jiren's level when it comes to raw power.
And yet this guy just defeated him... which means he's stronger than Jiren. Stronger than me.
Vermoud clenched his fists behind his back, calculating silently.
"Lord Clown, I go wherever I please. Who are you to stop me?"
Linze tilted his head with a mocking grin, voice laced with disdain.
He didn't acknowledge Vermoud's authority at all.
Because in Dragon Ball Super, it was explicitly stated by Whis and the Grand Priest that there exists a mortal whose power surpasses that of a God of Destruction and that mortal is none other than Jiren of Universe 11.
And now that Linze had defeated Jiren with relative ease, Vermoud's own power no longer seemed worth fearing.
Still…
The destructive energy unique to Gods of Destruction Hakai remained a serious threat.
"Arrogant brat! You're no different from that loudmouth Beerus both equally insufferable!"
"But since you're so eager to die, I'll oblige you without delay!"
Though still wary deep down, Vermoud was a God of Destruction. To be humiliated like this by a mere human, and in front of his own Pride Troopers was intolerable.
If he didn't respond with force, then what would become of his dignity as a Destroyer?
"You?"
"You think I'm scared of a painted clown like you? Honestly, I could take on ten of you."
Linze gave a casual shrug, his voice taunting and dismissive.
However, a faint yet unmistakable tension flickered in the depths of Linze's eyes.
Because his physical stamina was still plummeting at an alarming rate.
At this point, his strength hadn't even reached half of Super Saiyan Five's peak output. Though he could still overpower Vermoud in direct combat
If he were struck by Vermoud's destructive energy Hakai that would mean instant erasure.
"No regeneration. No recovery. Just total annihilation…"
"So arrogant... Die for me!!"
Vermoud's expression darkened completely. With a snap of both arms crossed before him, purple cards suddenly shimmered into existence between his fingers.
Shoo...!
In the blink of an eye, the cards whirled through the air toward Linze like razor-sharp blades.
These were no ordinary projectiles they were condensed destruction energy, and Linze instinctively knew he couldn't afford to take even one hit directly.
He could feel the chilling aura radiating from them a sensation that screamed death.
"RAAAHHH!!"
With a sudden roar, golden flames surged from Linze's body, erupting outward like a roaring hurricane.
The ground beneath him was shredded, a wide radius around him instantly flattened by the explosive shockwave.
The sheer burst of force knocked Vermoud's cards off course, scattering them into the air like leaves in a storm.
Fwoosh…
In the same moment, Linze activated Instant Transmission, and in a seamless move, reappeared directly behind Vermoud.
With flawless precision, he whipped his right leg around
Snap!!
BOOM!!
Vermoud's body slammed into the ground with catastrophic force.
The battlefield quaked as a massive crater opened where he landed.
"Th-That was... Lord Vermoud?!"
Toppo and the other Pride Troopers stood frozen, stunned beyond belief.
Was it possible?
Could the mighty God of Destruction Vermoud one of the highest-ranking beings in Universe 11—be so easily brought down by a single kick?
Just like that?
This guy...
He's a monster!
To Toppo and the others, Linze had instantly ascended in their eyes to an incomprehensible level.
But that powerful strike had drained almost all of Linze's remaining stamina.
Even holding on to Super Saiyan Five at this point took immense effort his transformation was on the verge of collapsing.
"Worthless clown. I'm feeling generous today, so I'll let you live."
"But next time we meet... I'll really entertain you."
Linze's voice was cold and mocking as he glared down at Vermoud.
Then, locking eyes with Marcarita for a brief moment, he raised two fingers to his forehead and vanished using Instant Transmission.
Zwoop.
As the dust settled, Vermoud slowly levitated from the bottom of the crater. Though not seriously wounded, his appearance was disheveled and thoroughly humiliated.
His face twisted in shock and rage seemed like it could be painted with pure shame.
Just looking at him could inspire poetry...
"A bunch of useless failures…"
Vermoud growled as his clenched fists drew blood from his palms, so tight were his nails digging in.
But what infuriated him most was the shame.
"Someone tell me right now! Where did that damn insect go?!"
Vermoud snarled at Marcarita, his voice full of venom.
In all the countless millennia since he'd become a God of Destruction, not even before Zeno or the Grand Priest had he been so utterly humiliated.
And the one who brought him this disgrace?
That detestable mortal from Universe 7, the one he loathed more than anyone.
This… is absolutely unforgivable.
"He's already arrived on another planet, dear."
Marcarita replied gently, unaffected by Vermoud's seething fury.
Meanwhile, Toppo and the other Pride Troopers were so intimidated by their master's anger that none of them dared make a sound.
By now, Jiren had fully recovered from his injuries and returned to consciousness.
"Marcarita, take me and Jiren to him. Together, we'll crush that damned mortal from Universe 7!"
Vermoud's voice trembled with wrath as he turned toward his angel.
"I will defeat Linze," Jiren said firmly. "But I will not fight alongside you."
His voice was cold, resolute, and final.
Without another word, Jiren launched into the air and vanished.
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