"What shall we have?" Champa asked with a smile.
"If I can still stand on the ring one minute from now without falling, I win. Is that right?" Vegeta asked. "If I fall or fall out of the ring, I lose. No problems?"
"No problems," Champa nodded with a smile.
"Let me tell you first, what I will pay if I lose," Vegeta said.
"Tell me," Champa replied.
"If I lose, your bet with Rumsshi is canceled, and the 1900 years will naturally be canceled too," Vegeta said. "Not only that, but I will work for you for another 10,000 years!"
"Work for me for 10,000 years?" Champa's eyes lit up.
"You can relax for these 10,000 years," Vegeta smiled.
"Wait a minute, you brat don't seem to live that long, do you?" Champa suddenly came to his senses. "You're a Saiyan! I remember Saiyans only live for two to three hundred years at most."
"It's okay, I'm already an intern Kaioshin now, and my lifespan has been extended quite a bit," Vegeta replied. "I think living for 10,000 years is not a problem."
Vados: "..."
Rumsshi: "..."
You can really bluff.
We were all bluffed by you and believed you.
You now live for more than 10,000 years, you are already immortal.
Your life will never end.
Of course, Rumsshi had no intention of saying this out loud.
It was normal for Vegeta to not tell the truth and tease this cat.
"You work for me for 10,000 years!" Champa silently weighed the importance of this statement.
Vegeta wasn't in a hurry either. With his hands in his pockets, he quietly waited for Champa's response.
"Deal!" Champa felt there were no problems.
Having this brat work for him for 10,000 years was a good thing.
After all, this brat's strength was undeniable.
If he was sent out to destroy planets, he could definitely make up for his shortcomings at work.
Then I'll use you like a donkey.
If you don't listen, I'll whip you.
"So, what if I lose?" Champa asked with a smile. "Of course, that possibility is not very high."
"If I win, you only need to work for Rumsshi for another 3,000 years in total, plus the previous 1900 years, which makes it 4,900 years," Vegeta replied. "If we round this 4,900 years, how about 5,000 years?"
Champa: "..."
Champa originally wanted to get angry.
But thinking that he only had to work for the other party for 5,000 years, Champa's anger gradually dissipated.
5,000 years in exchange for 10,000 years, why wouldn't he exchange it?
"Deal," Champa nodded.
"There's also a small matter," Vegeta said.
"Speak," Champa said.
"If you lose, you will marry off Vados to me," Vegeta said calmly. "After all, this was agreed upon before. You just need to be a middleman."
"Deal, of course, no problem!" Champa readily agreed.
Vados: "..."
So, after listening for so long, I've been roped into this?
And I'm just here watching the fun?
"I didn't agree," Vados quickly said.
"It has nothing to do with you," Vegeta said.
Vados covered her forehead and rolled her eyes.
I am the party involved, and you say it has nothing to do with me.
"It's decided happily!" Vegeta said with a smile.
"Okay," Champa said with a smile. He suddenly realized something and immediately turned to Rumsshi. "Rumsshi, what do you think? You have to make the final decision on this matter!"
"Whatever, anyway, it was Vegeta who helped me win those 1900 years," Rumsshi grunted, shaking his elephant nose. "As I said, I quite enjoy working, and I don't care about your 1900 years at all."
Champa fell silent.
You don't care about 1900 years, how many years do you care about?
Vados also wanted to say something, but in the end, she remained silent.
Vados thought about it carefully. It wouldn't hurt to agree first.
Besides, didn't I not agree?
What does Champa's agreement represent?
Moreover, this little brat hasn't grown up yet.
He's thinking of marrying me at such a young age?
"We can start," Champa grinned. "Are you ready? Say so if you're ready."
"Ready," Vegeta took a deep breath.
"Pah!"
A somewhat turbid Angelic power suddenly erupted from Vegeta's body.
Ultra Instinct!
Vegeta unleashed Ultra Instinct once again.
This was Vegeta using Ultra Instinct in his base form, attempting to challenge Champa, the weakest God of Destruction.
Vegeta wanted to see if his current form could last for one minute under the attacks of the weakest God of Destruction.
Vegeta wanted to use Champa's attacks to deduce the strength of the various Gods of Destruction.
This could be considered Vegeta's true confrontation with a God of Destruction.
His previous confrontation with Rumsshi didn't count.
After all, in the fight against Rumsshi, Vegeta had used his trump card right from the start.
But now it was different.
Now this was a real contest.
Champa chuckled and instantly appeared directly opposite Vegeta. The speed was so fast that Vegeta's eyes were filled with shock.
As expected of a God of Destruction.
His speed is truly remarkable.
"Take my punch first!" Champa roared and punched Vegeta.
Vegeta had already unleashed Ultra Instinct.
"Swish!"
Vegeta dodged Champa's attack.
"As expected of Ultra Instinct, no wonder even Hit couldn't hit you!" Champa was not surprised. He snorted and accelerated his attack again, reaching for Vegeta's arm. "Even though it's Ultra Instinct, it's just in its infancy, it's nothing in the eyes of a God of Destruction!"
Champa's speed was extreme, and his large hand soon touched Vegeta's arm.
Vegeta reacted quickly, flashing to the side and dodging Champa's attack again.
"Brat, you're quite agile," Champa snorted. "It seems I need to get serious."
"Whoosh!"
After saying that, Champa's speed increased again.
"Swish!"
This time, Champa flashed and instantly appeared behind Vegeta. The speed was so fast that Vegeta didn't even have time to react.
By the time Vegeta regained his senses.
"Bang!"
Vegeta was hit, and Champa punched him in the head.
Vegeta staggered and fell onto the ring, twitched, and then lay still.
"Hmph, the winner is decided, it only took 4 seconds!" Champa said with a smile. "It's already me holding back that I didn't kill him with one punch! An ordinary human who took my punch might have ended up in a vegetative state."
Vados remained silent, feeling something was not quite right.