Yamamoto Genryusai struck fast and ruthlessly, displaying the seasoned combat experience of a Soul Reaper who had lived for a thousand years.
Terrifying blazing flames enveloped Frieza. In that respect, Yamamoto Genryusai's attack had indeed worked.
But this was the world of Dragon Ball.
A massive gap in power level could not be bridged by so-called combat experience alone.
As the residual flames dissipated, Frieza was revealed to be virtually uninjured, and the six-zhang radiance naturally vanished as well.
He smiled. "Old man, your attack was quite interesting. It actually made me feel a trace of heat just now. How do you think I should thank you?"
Cold sweat uncontrollably seeped from Yamamoto Genryusai's forehead.
Yamamoto Genryusai finally understood the feeling Vegeta had experienced earlier—the despair surging up from the depths of one's heart.
There was simply no way to defeat a monster like this.
The Main God had offered such generous rewards, and the earlier stages had been so easy to clear. So this was where all the difficulty had been waiting.
"However, I don't have the habit of changing the order of my kills without permission. So for now, get the hell out of my way!"
With a light chuckle, Frieza's figure vanished. He appeared before Yamamoto Genryusai almost simultaneously, his tail casually sweeping toward him.
His gaze shifted as Yamamoto Genryusai focused with unparalleled concentration. His Flash Step erupted like never before, allowing him to evade the blow at the last possible moment.
"Oh?" Frieza looked surprised and threw a fist at him at even greater speed.
Bang!
Black Armament Haki covered his arm, and Yamamoto Genryusai's body swelled by a full size as he actually blocked the punch head-on.
This time, the Cosmic Emperor's gaze became utterly astonished.
"Old man, you're quite interesting!"
A cruel smile