Battle Over in Seconds

"Is my opponent just a pile of scrap metal? Feels... pretty ordinary."

Frieza stood with his hands behind his back, his tone filled with undisguised contempt.

It had originally been nothing more than the customary pre-match taunt, an offhand remark.

Yet what happened the next second left everyone present dumbfounded.

Upon hearing those words, Magetta, the imposing metal man with smoke billowing wildly from his head, suddenly froze.

Then, with a clang—

This several-meter-tall giant, like a fortress of steel, actually buckled at the knees and crouched down on the arena.

He covered his metallic face with both hands, his body twitching as the smoke atop his head ceased. He even let out pitiful, girlish sobs.

The arena fell into an eerie silence.

Frieza was stunned. He tilted his head slightly as he looked at the absurd scene before him, question marks practically filling his face.

"Is this some new tactic?"

Frieza muttered, suspicion flickering in his eyes.

Having just dealt with someone like Frost, who preached morality while stabbing people in the back, Frieza was now extremely wary.

He was certain this was another trick meant to lower his guard.

Out of caution, Frieza did not approach him. Instead, he raised one hand.

"Boom!"

Violent energy surged as a massive dark-red energy sphere instantly formed in Frieza's palm, radiating destructive waves.

"Die!"

Frieza's gaze turned cold as he viciously hurled the planet-destroying energy sphere at Magetta, who was crouched there weeping.

The energy sphere howled through the air and struck Magetta solidly.

Yet Magetta made no move to defend himself. He did not even raise his head for a glance, still immersed in overwhelming grief.

The immense force sent Magetta's massive body sliding backward, plowing a deep furrow through the arena's hard stone slabs.

"Rumble—!"

The energy sphere exploded