"Next up is Universe 6's final contestant, Hit."
Vados said, "He may be the last one, but Hit should be fine."
Champa asked, "Hit, the legendary assassin of the Dark Society?"
"That's right!"
"You actually got that guy to compete. How did you do it?"
Vados said, "I promised him that if he wins, I'll give him a god's means of transportation: the Transport Cube."
Champa was startled.
"What? Have you lost your mind?
"He's a top-tier assassin. If you give him that, won't he be able to travel to other universes?"
Vados scratched her head and said, "So it really won't work?
"Lord Champa said that no matter what, I had to get Hit into the match. Should I turn him down now?"
Champa snapped, "What kind of joke is this? It's far too late to take it back now. Fine, just leave it—hmph!"
With both hands in his pockets, Hit stepped onto the arena with a calm expression.
Vegeta sensed that his opponent was extraordinary and immediately roared, drawing out his full power.
He transformed directly into Super Saiyan Blue!
Vegeta assumed an airtight opening stance. Hit still had both hands in his pockets as he stared at Vegeta, his gaze as calm as water.
The two faced off for a while, neither making the first move.
Bulma asked curiously, "What's going on? Why aren't either of them moving?"
Android 18 explained, "They probably can't spot any openings, so neither wants to attack first."
Bulma suddenly understood. "Oh, so that's how it is!
"But can you really tell whether there are openings just by looking at a stance?
"That Hit has his hands in his pockets. Isn't he full of openings?"
Son Mirai laughed. "Even you understand that?"
Bulma blinked and said, "Do you think I'm stupid? I