The Unseeable Attack

The man who had once crushed him with absolute ease, effortlessly broken the Time-Skip he had been so proud of, and defeated him completely.

Although Sun Wuxiu was not personally competing this time, anyone who could stand in the same camp as such a monster could not possibly be ordinary.

Birds of a feather flocked together. Those without sufficient strength could never enter that circle.

So, even though Hit's strength had continuously grown and improved during this period, he still had no absolute confidence in the coming battle.

The only promise he could make was four words: he would do his best.

Very soon.

Hit arrived at the center of the arena and stood facing Frieza.

Neither of them spoke. The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.

Beerus, seated in the stands, could hardly wait to see Champa's thoroughly humiliated expression. He had no intention of giving the two of them any time for pre-match banter.

"Let's stop dragging this out and get started. Champa, get ready to shave your head."

With a shout, Beerus condensed an energy blast at his fingertip and accurately struck the bronze gong in the distance.

"Ding—!"

The crisp sound of the gong echoed across the entire Nameless Planetoid.

The final battle that would determine the fate of the Super Dragon Balls had officially begun.

Frieza looked at Hit in the distance, the corner of his mouth curling into a disdainful sneer.

He raised his right hand and casually crooked a finger at Hit.

"Universe 6's fighters don't seem all that impressive."

"You can make the first move. Otherwise, this might end in an instant like the last opponent."

"Then I won't be able to have a proper, enjoyable time."

Hit remained expressionless, not even lifting his eyelids.

As a professional assassin who had lived