Frieza's Victory

Vados's voice was calm and professional.

"As a top-tier assassin."

"Hit's use of time is extraordinarily precise."

"He can gather and store time bit by bit."

"Then use those stored reserves of time to create an independent miniature subspace."

"A dimension only he himself can enter."

Everyone from Universe 7 listened intently.

Vados continued her analysis of the spatial principles.

"Hit's true body has now completely hidden inside this subspace."

"He can move freely within that space."

"What you see in the real world are merely false phantoms refracted through time."

"That is why Frieza's physical attacks are ineffective."

"Because his fists strike reality itself, they naturally cannot touch an entity in another dimension."

After hearing Vados's explanation.

Champa's dull, defeated eyes instantly lit up.

He sprang up from his seat.

Even the flesh on his face trembled with excitement.

His delight was impossible to hide.

"Doesn't that make him unbeatable?!"

Champa's mental defenses were already very low.

He had long since given up any hope of winning the match.

A mortal possessing combat power on the level of a God of Destruction.

That had completely shattered the balance of power in this competition.

There was only one thing he considered now.

That was preserving the last shred of Universe 6's dignity.

Even if they could only cling on through this spatial technique.

Even if they could only force a draw by dragging things out.

As long as Universe 6 was not brutally swept 5–0.

As long as it was not a humiliating five-match losing streak.

He would still have the nerve to keep bickering with Beerus.

"You still couldn't defeat our Hit!"

Champa had even thought up his post-match lines.

He clenched his fists, screaming wildly in his heart.

As long as they held out, Universe 6 could preserve