Frieza's Defeat

At that moment, in the deep crater on the small island.

Jiren and Frieza's battle had entered its most intense stage of hand-to-hand combat.

The two traded blows, fist for kick, neither willing to yield.

But anyone who looked closely could tell.

The rhythm of the fight had completely shifted in Jiren's favor.

Jiren's burly body stood as steady as Mount Tai.

He maintained that emotionless poker face, his breathing even.

Every punch he threw carried an overwhelmingly heavy sense of absolute pressure.

In contrast, Black Frieza.

The longer he fought, the more alarmed and furious he became.

Fine beads of sweat covered Frieza's forehead.

His chest heaved violently, like a bellows.

He could clearly feel his stamina being severely drained.

Indeed.

Although this Black Form he had just developed granted him an astonishing increase in power.

Its rate of stamina consumption was proportional to that power.

Earlier, when facing Goku and Vegeta, opponents a full level below him in strength.

The Black Form's stamina flaw had not been very apparent.

That was because he could use his crushing power to end the battle quickly or toy with them as he pleased.

But now.

Against an expert like Jiren, whose base strength was not inferior to his at all.

And whose power and endurance even seemed to surpass his.

This kind of prolonged, high-intensity hand-to-hand battle was practically taking Frieza's life.

The negative effects of his rapidly depleting stamina had begun to show.

Frieza's punches had noticeably started to slow down.

Attacks he could once dodge with ease now left him struggling.

As for Jiren.

He was like a tireless fighting machine.

His fist winds remained sharp, and his strength did not diminish in the slightest.

In most exchanges.

The battle had become Jiren mercilessly beating up Frieza, whose movements