When Zarbon's expression changed, Chaya's expression changed as well. He knew Zarbon was no longer planning to play around with him.
He had to strike first and seize control of the battle before Zarbon could react. Otherwise, he would have to face a serious Zarbon—someone he could not handle.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when a faint blue glow lit up in Chaya's dark eyes. He was preparing to use his spatial psychic ability.
At the same time, Zarbon keenly sensed a trace of danger, and his heart skipped a beat. But then he raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly, finding his inexplicable nervousness amusing.
As one of King Frieza's prominent subordinates, what kind of situation had Zarbon not experienced? The one before him was just a brat. Three minutes—no, one minute was enough to finish him off!
With that thought, he wore a mocking expression and prepared to send the boy before him to his grave.
However, just as he was about to attack, something unexpected happened. Zarbon suddenly discovered that the air around him had become incredibly viscous. Even breathing felt as though some external force were crushing him!
It was an immensely powerful restraint from space itself!
"Ugh, what's going on?"
Zarbon frowned, and his expression turned grave. His body was locked firmly in midair, making even the slightest movement unimaginably difficult. It was as if countless invisible iron chains had bound his hands and feet, leaving him unable to move.
"What the hell is this? Why can't I move?"
Zarbon's expression changed drastically. He suddenly sensed that something was wrong. Gone was his usual elegance as he glared viciously at Chaya. "Brat, was this your doing?"
"Correct answer. Now enjoy what it feels like to be beaten up. Make sure you remember it." Chaya