It's You, Jiren

It's decided—you're up, Jiren. Son Goku reached up and wiped the mud from his face.

He lifted his head.

Those silver-gray eyes looked toward Frieza in the distance.

His tone carried unmistakable amazement.

He could not help saying, "That's seriously incredible."

"You actually raised your strength to such an absurd level."

Goku steadied his breathing.

Then he continued, "And..."

"Judging from that exchange just now..."

"It feels like you still haven't used all of your full power."

Beside him, Vegeta stood there.

Bruises still marked that proud face of his.

He stared Frieza down.

Then forced the words out through clenched teeth.

"You're practically some kind of monster."

That was Vegeta's most straightforward assessment of Frieza's strength.

In the distance, Frieza hovered in midair.

He watched the two of them break free.

Yet he showed not the slightest irritation.

Nor did he immediately burst forward with speed to grab them back and continue the game from earlier.

Frieza elegantly adjusted his posture.

As if the one who had just played that windmill game had not been him at all.

He heard their evaluations.

That arrogant smile returned to the corner of his mouth.

He looked at the two of them, both gasping for breath.

Then he laughed softly.

"Thank you both for such honest praise."

Frieza slowly raised both hands.

Black-purple energy began gathering continuously in his palms.

"Since the warm-up game is over..."

Frieza's eyes became incomparably cold and cruel.

"Then..."

"To repay your praise..."

"I suppose I should get just the slightest bit serious."

After Frieza said that, he slowly clenched both fists.

He began madly gathering an enormous amount of power into himself.

The black-gold aura once again surged explosively.

Even the surrounding space faintly twisted under that terrifying energy.

Everyone present, aside from Broly, who remained