Hit's Trump Card

After hearing Frieza's outrageously arrogant declaration that he would clear the field, Universe 6's spectator area fell deathly silent.

Cabba clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with undisguised pessimism and shock.

He muttered to himself.

"How could this happen..."

"Even the power of time can be forcibly broken through by pure energy."

"Are the people of Universe 7 really all this powerful? Can Universe 6 not even secure a single victory?"

Unlike Cabba, who had fallen into self-doubt and a collapse of faith, Champa, the God of Destruction seated beside him, was trembling with rage.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly.

He had never expected the elite fighters of Universe 6, whom he had painstakingly selected, to be so utterly incapable of putting up a fight.

After five consecutive matches, they were about to suffer a complete sweep of five straight losses. Even their only victory had come from Frost's utterly despicable cheating, which had ultimately been exposed in public and nullified.

For a God of Destruction, this was an extremely serious humiliation.

The ownership of the Super Dragon Balls had already become secondary in his mind. What he found most unbearable was Beerus's endless mockery that was sure to come.

When a God of Destruction lost face, the consequences were terrifying.

Champa's gaze gradually turned cold and murderous. Looking at Universe 6's contestants below the arena, he had already made his decision.

Once the competition was completely over, he would use Destruction Energy to utterly erase every one of those useless fools who had made him lose face, along with the cheating Frost, to vent his anger.

On the arena.

Facing Frieza's overwhelmingly oppressive taunt, Hit maintained his usual coldness and offered no verbal rebuttal.

Because he had an accurate understanding of himself.

He knew