Vegeta's Explanation

On the arena, the explosive shockwaves gradually subsided.

Once Hit saw the scene before him clearly, his gaze darkened imperceptibly.

The facts were right before him. Frieza had indeed forcibly broken through his improved Time-Skip head-on.

Although his face remained cold and expressionless, and his technique being countered did not cause much of an emotional reaction.

In his thousand-year career as an assassin, this was still an exceedingly rare situation. Fortunately, he had another trump card prepared.

Frieza slowly withdrew his right leg and hovered in midair.

He looked down at Hit from above, raised a finger, and the curve of his lips became increasingly cruel and arrogant.

"Hohohoho, well, Mr. Assassin?"

Frieza's voice echoed across the empty arena, filled with mockery.

Hit's face remained cold. He lowered his center of gravity slightly and said nothing, merely staring fixedly at his opponent with those icy eyes as he assessed his next move.

Meanwhile, in Universe 7's spectator seats.

Goku and the others had also been thoroughly shocked by Frieza's actions just now.

No one had expected Frieza to truly break Hit's exceedingly strange Time-Skip as effortlessly as he had claimed.

Son Goku raised a finger and scratched his chin hard, his formerly relaxed eyes now full of confusion.

"Strange..."

Goku stared intently at Frieza on the arena.

"Did Frieza use the same method I just mentioned to break Hit's technique?"

"But..."

At that point, Goku trailed off without continuing.

Instinctively, he felt that something was off.

The battle instincts he had developed over decades told him that Frieza's response just now resembled the method he had imagined, but did not completely match it.

Yet for the moment, he could not say exactly what was different.

Piccolo crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes likewise fixed on the two men