Frieza Had a Great Time

On the arena stage, the dust settled.

Frost knelt on one knee in the crater, spouting "righteous words" about maintaining universal peace as he struggled to get back on his feet.

On the back of his deliberately lowered right hand, a tiny poison needle gleaming with an eerie blue light quietly emerged.

"For peace..."

Frost suddenly sprang up!

A vicious glint, utterly at odds with his words, flashed through his eyes as he swung his murderous right fist straight at Frieza's face.

However.

Though Frieza did not know what other trump card Frost had hidden, he had seen Frost's true nature clearly enough.

In this world, the more someone went around preaching "righteousness," the more likely they were to be vile and corrupt behind the scenes.

That was why Frieza never bothered with disguises. Bad was bad.

Disgust flashed through Frieza's eyes as he looked at that hypocritical face.

He had no intention of taking that punch head-on.

Frieza merely shifted slightly, leisurely stepping aside to evade Frost's sneak attack with effortless ease.

And that was not all.

As they passed each other, Frieza smoothly reached out with his right hand and clamped down on Frost's swinging arm like an iron vise.

The sneak attack missed!

Frost's heart sank, his pupils contracted, and he cried out, "Nani?!"

Frieza keenly caught the flicker of panic that crossed Frost's face.

The curve of his lips turned even colder as his right hand tightened sharply around Frost's arm.

Creak—

The teeth-grinding sound of bones being crushed rang out.

"Ah! Let... let go of me!"

Frost's face twisted in pain. He desperately tried to pull his arm back, only to find Frieza's hand completely unmoving, as though it had been forged onto his wrist.

Frieza ignored his struggle.

He glanced down along Frost's arm,