Frieza's Day Off

After sending Frieza flying on Frieza's day off...

Jiren did not hover in the sky and wait for his opponent to stand back up like other martial artists.

His burly gray-white body turned straight into a streak of light.

He pressed in and continued the assault.

In an instant, he arrived at the bottom of the deep crater where Frieza had been smashed down.

He looked at Frieza, who was still lying at the bottom of the pit, dazed and seeing stars.

Jiren reached out with his broad palm, grabbed Frieza by the neck, and forcibly lifted him up.

At the same time...

Down in the viewing area below.

A brilliant, multicolored streak of light slowly descended from the horizon.

After the light dispersed...

Whis and Beerus landed steadily near Sun Wuxiu and the others.

Once the two gods touched down...

Everyone present went forward one after another and greeted them.

Beerus clasped his hands behind his back and paid no attention to everyone's pleasantries.

He turned his gaze straight toward the battlefield on the little island in the distance.

Beerus narrowed his golden eyes slightly.

He looked at the black-and-gold figure Jiren was holding in his hand.

Beerus spoke with some displeasure.

"Frieza?"

"That brat should be working properly for me out in the universe, clearing planets."

"Why has he run off to Earth again?"

Sun Wuxiu stood to the side with both hands in his pockets.

Hearing Beerus's complaint, he smiled and asked.

"What?"

"When he usually helps you work, does he slack off?"

When Beerus heard this, he thought back over the recent universal quota data.

He rubbed his chin and answered honestly.

"Not really."

"When it comes to destroying planets, he's still quite handy."

"Work has been progressing fairly well lately."

Hearing that evaluation, Sun Wuxiu