"You didn't say you wanted to play forever," Rumsey roared with laughter.
Meimeide didn't know what to say.
After a brief silence.
"If you don't want to play, fine, we can fight one match," Meimeide snorted.
"Are you sure?" Rumsey gave a cold snort. "Do you want to fight here? Aren't you afraid of shattering your universe?"
Meimeide: "..."
"By the way, how do you want to play? Tell us," Vegeta suddenly asked.
"You fight Jiren, how about it?" Meimeide's eyes lit up when Vegeta spoke, and he immediately became spirited.
"And then?" Vegeta asked with a smile.
"If Jiren loses, I'll work in the Tenth Universe for another 900 years, making it 1000 years," Meimeide said. "Of course, if Rumsey loses, he needs to work in our universe for 1000 years."
"Are you kidding me?" Vegeta burst into laughter. "Lord Rumsey already won 100 years. If he loses, he has to work for you for another 1000 years? Did you learn math from a sports teacher?"
Meimeide: "..."
"Kid, how dare you speak to me, a formal God of Destruction, you apprentice God of Destruction!" Meimeide was furious and slapped Vegeta.
"Slap!"
Rumsey raised his hand and blocked Meimeide's attack.
"Meimeide, don't go too far!" Rumsey snorted. "If you want to fight, I'll accompany you. If you dare bully my disciple, I'll beat your disciple until he shits himself."
Toppo: "..."
Toppo wiped sweat from his brow.
Did I get caught in the crossfire?
"The correct bet should be like this," Vegeta replied. "If I accidentally lose, then the previous 100 years will be nullified. That would be fair."
"What... what did you say?" Rumsey roared.
So if I win, I only win 100 years.
If I lose, I have to pay 1000 years?
This kid is truly shameless.
"How about we just forget it," Vegeta continued.
"Yes, let's just forget it," Rumsey secretly gave Vegeta a thumbs up.
Good thing this kid reacted quickly.
Otherwise, I would have almost been roped in by Meimeide.
I had already won 100 years.
If I fight you again and lose, I'll lose 1000 years?
This is not worth it.
Fortunately, I didn't agree then.
"Meimeide, think it over carefully yourself. If not, let's just forget it," Rumsey chuckled, his tusks showing a triumphant gleam.
"How about this, if I win, you owe me 100 years," Meimeide gritted his teeth and said to Rumsey. "If I lose, I'll owe you 1000 years! Is that fair enough?"
"Vegeta, what do you think?" Rumsey decided to ask Vegeta first.
After all, Vegeta was the one fighting.
What if Vegeta wasn't confident of winning...
Then what's the point of betting?
Let's just win these 100 years as soon as possible.
There's no need to go all out against Meimeide.
Rumsey understood the principle of knowing when to quit.
"No, because I'm not confident of winning," Vegeta replied. "So we don't need to take risks."
Meimeide: "..."
Meimeide felt like his whole body was unwell.
This kid has self-awareness!
He actually knew that he might not be Jiren's opponent.
This is troublesome.
"You are absolutely right, Vegeta," Rumsey laughed heartily.
This kid has potential.
He knows he's not an opponent and doesn't fight.
He can bend and stretch.
"Then let's leave here quickly," Rumsey pulled Vegeta and was about to slip away, but not before looking back and saying, "Meimeide, 100 years! Don't forget!"
Meimeide trembled with anger.
This bastard.
I can't just let this go.
"1000 years is 1000 years, how about it?" Meimeide gritted his teeth. "If you lose, it just cancels my 100 years of work! If I lose, I'll work for you for another 1000 years! Is this condition acceptable? You won't lose anything if you lose!"
Rumsey immediately looked at Vegeta.
"How about we... give it a try? He's right," Vegeta said with a smile. "We don't lose anything if we lose anyway."
"You're right, at worst, we'll just forgo those 100 years," Rumsey pondered.
"If I happen to win, then someone will work for you for 1000 years," Vegeta said.
"Great! I can relax for these 1000 years," Rumsey said excitedly, and then asked, "Are you confident?"
"Not very confident, but I can try," Vegeta pondered.
"If you're not confident, then forget it. 100 years is fine with me," Rumsey pondered.
"No, what I mean is that I'm not confident of winning him with my hands in my pockets," Vegeta said.
Rumsey: "..."
After all is said and done... you're very confident.
"Then take your hands out!" Rumsey said.
"That won't do. If you're going to show off, you have to show off big, and try to show off for you," Vegeta said with conviction.
Rumsey swayed his elephant trunk.
The words were good, but they sounded strange.
"Then good luck. It's okay if you lose, at worst, we'll just forgo those 100 years," Rumsey patted Vegeta on the shoulder.
"With you saying that, I'll play with him properly," Vegeta said with a smile.
"How is it, Rumsey?" Meimeide found the two whispering and was afraid Rumsey would run away.
If you run away, I'll have to work for you for another 100 years.
Hurry up and agree.
"This condition is very good for you. If you miss it, there won't be a next time," Meimeide urged again.
"Fine, since you insist on fighting, I'll play with you again," Rumsey grinned and nodded slightly.
"So you agree?" Meimeide snorted, slightly relieved.
"I agree, bring out that guy's senior disciple," Rumsey said with a smile. "Although he's not exactly a senior disciple."
"I'm not lying to you!" Meimeide's mouth twitched, and he quickly affirmed.
"Alright, whether he's a senior disciple or not is not important," Rumsey said calmly.
"He's here," Vegeta whispered to Rumsey.
"Whoosh!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiren flew rapidly from afar and quickly appeared beside Meimeide.
"Lord Meimeide," Jiren said with a calm expression.
"Jiren!" Toppo's eyes lit up, and he scratched his head. "I finally know... Lord Meimeide was talking about you as the senior disciple."
"What senior disciple?" Jiren was stunned.