Frieza's Madness

Boom! Boom! Boom! Rumble!!

Frieza sneered, seeming somewhat excited. The corners of his purple lips curled slightly upward, and his eyes condensed with chilling killing intent like a demon's.

"Ho ho ho, Vegeta... you've truly made me see you in a new light. To think you can fight this king to such an extent." Frieza spread his arms and struck an elegant pose, the tail behind him, dyed brilliant gold, swishing continuously.

The tiny Saiyan who had once stood beneath his feet had actually grown to this stage. It truly exceeded his expectations.

It seemed that not a single Saiyan could be allowed to remain.

Though Frieza appeared graceful and composed on the surface, his heart had already filled with utmost vigilance.

"..."

Facing Frieza's almost tangible killing intent, Vegeta breathed lightly, his cold gaze fixed on Frieza without answering him.

Then he stepped forward, his body abruptly blurring. When he appeared again, a fist carrying tremendous force was already before Frieza.

With a low chuckle, a sharp gleam burst from Frieza's indifferent eyes. He shifted slightly to evade Vegeta's attack, and the two clashed once more. Rumble! The heavens shook and the earth trembled. Their momentum surged like a rainbow as vast energy turned into rings of bright mist that radiated outward like waves.

"So powerful. Under their pressure, I don't even have the strength to move." Krillin and the others watched the distant battle in horror, using all their strength just to withstand the incoming storm. They had no strength left to spare. In the battle between Vegeta and Frieza, they felt incomparably small.

They could not fully follow a single move or technique, but through the fleeting afterimages that appeared during brief pauses, they saw a style of battle completely unlike anything before, something far beyond their