Chapter 91: The Time Machine, Heading to the Past
"Destruction!" Belmod's mind was slightly dazed, and he immediately unleashed his Destruction technique.
"I can do it too!" Lin Qi casually retaliated with an equally powerful destruction energy.
The purple energies collided, and upon impact, they canceled each other out in a dazzling burst of purple light.
Under this brilliant glow, Lin Qi's elbow blocked Belmod's attack, and the two resumed their intense battle.
Lin Qi's energy blasts erupted, while Belmod's playing cards filled the air.
Their figures flashed through the chaotic energy, appearing and disappearing in rapid succession, leaving behind countless afterimages. Their punches and kicks moved too fast for the eye to follow.
"Lin Qi..." Quitela shouted loudly amidst the swirling fireworks, cupping his hands around his mouth. "Finish him off! Quickly!"
"Kame... Hame... Ha!"
Lin Qi gathered energy in his hands, shouting as he released a massive energy wave. Belmod, unflustered, conjured an energy shield to protect himself.
"As expected... only battles at this level can make me feel so exhilarated!" The grin on Lin Qi's face grew wider.
He was thrilled!
It had been so long since he'd felt this way, and the excitement was almost overwhelming.
As Lin Qi's speed increased, their figures collided repeatedly in the infinite void.
Their melee combat, interspersed with bursts of energy, was as dazzling as fireworks!
The Void trembled as Lin Qi and Belmod's battle intensified.
"The Void is shaking?" Marcarita observed her surroundings with some surprise.
Quitela, now more excited than during his own fight with Belmod, waved his fists in the air enthusiastically. "Left hook... upward kick!"
The barely conscious Kuru was kicked again by Quitela's erratic movements, letting out a miserable cry.
"Awooo..."
"The last time Lord Lin Qi fought Beerus, several star regions were destroyed!" Cognac nodded, moving further away from Quitela.
It wasn't just to avoid getting hit—it was also to avoid being dragged into Quitela's peculiar energy, which seemed to lower IQ just by proximity.
"..." Toppo and Jiren showed no reaction, their focus entirely on the fight. They had no energy to spare for casual conversation.
"Destruction!" Belmod's eyes blazed with fury. How could it take this long to deal with a mere candidate?
"You're getting anxious..." Lin Qi dodged Belmod's attacks with ease, occasionally retaliating with punches, kicks, and energy blasts.
The intensity of Belmod's energy was suffocating, and he gritted his teeth in frustration. "You...!"
Lin Qi noticed Quitela, who was overly excited as a spectator, and smirked. "Then let's end this fight!"
"You bastard...!" Belmod roared angrily. Did this candidate think he could dictate when the battle ended?
Lin Qi's silver hair began turning orange, and the energy around him surged, his power climbing rapidly.
"Haaah..."
Lin Qi moved so fast that Belmod couldn't comprehend it. Staring in shock as Lin Qi charged toward him, he exclaimed, "How... how is this possible? You've been hiding such immense power?!"
Ignoring Belmod's shock, Lin Qi's fists rained down on him like a relentless storm.
"Ugh...!"
Even though Belmod wanted to resist, he was overwhelmed, retreating step by step, clearly no match for Lin Qi.
"Unbelievable..." Marcarita quickly appeared between them. "The winner has been decided!"
If the fight continued, the 11th Universe's God of Destruction would lose all face!
"Phew..." Lin Qi exhaled deeply, returning to his normal state and flying toward Quitela. "Lord Quitela... are you satisfied?"
"Satisfied! Extremely satisfied!" Quitela nodded furiously, patting Lin Qi's shoulder enthusiastically.
"Why don't we beat up all the Gods of Destruction? And when Beerus wakes up, we'll drag that hairless cat and rub his face into the ground repeatedly! He's the one I hate the most!"
"Lord Quitela, you're being too conspicuous. This will attract unnecessary attention," Cognac interjected, clearly disapproving of Quitela's high-profile antics.
"Ugh..." Quitela, brimming with excitement, was brought back to reality, casting a disappointed glance at the battered and bruised Belmod.
"Hehe... now you really look like a clown!"
Carried back by Marcarita with a bruised face, Belmod shouted defiantly, "Victory and defeat are part of battle! Next time, who knows who will win?!"
"Tch, a loss is a loss. Stop making excuses!" Quitela reclined with his hands behind his head, his attitude dripping with mockery.
Belmod clenched his fists in anger and growled, "Quitela, why don't you fight me yourself?!"
"If I don't destroy you, I'm not a God of Destruction!"
Quitela whistled dismissively, looking at Belmod with disdain. "Tch... you couldn't even beat my candidate, and you think you can challenge me?"
"You...!" Belmod was on the verge of losing it. Rolling up his sleeves, he seemed ready to pounce on Quitela.
"Please, stop..." Marcarita and Cognac immediately stepped in to mediate. "Both of you, calm down!"
Bang!
At that moment, Lin Qi tossed out the time machine, drawing everyone's attention.
"What is that?" Quitela, held back by Cognac and a groaning Kur, stretched his arms toward Belmod, still itching for a fight.
"Huh? A strange technological device?" Belmod clenched his fists, his curiosity piqued as he looked at Lin Qi.
"Well... I just thought of something!" Lin Qi opened the time machine and climbed in. "Lord Belmod, I heard that Gicchin was your good friend?"
"Gicchin?!" At the mention of the name, Belmod instinctively recalled the vague memory of someone with that name.
"Haha... good friend, my foot! I couldn't stand his constant rambling!" Belmod sneered with disdain.
"When did Gicchin die?" Lin Qi asked again.
"Let me think... around Year 3,135,503 of the King's Calendar..." Belmod instinctively responded as he tried to recall.
Lin Qi's mouth twitched slightly and turned to look at Cognac.
Cognac immediately understood. "That's about 800 years and seven months ago."
"Wow..." Lin Qi's mouth twitched again. That was even before the Era of the Aeons?
Lin Qi glanced at Jiren, who stood behind Belmod with an emotionless face. "How old are you now?"
"And the location?" Lin Qi adjusted the time machine and turned to Belmod for confirmation.
"Hmm?" Belmod was slightly dazed, but such information wasn't exactly a secret in the 11th Universe.
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