Taking It Head-On to the Face

Just a few simple words.

They radiated absolute confidence and composure.

But at this moment, Frieza's expression had turned extremely ugly.

After transforming into his Black Form,

he had thought victory was assured.

He had been certain he could crush his opponent beneath his feet.

Yet the outcome was truly beyond expectations.

His opponent had transformed once again.

And it was a brand-new form he had never seen before.

This was beyond Frieza's understanding.

What made his heart pound most was that,

at the instant this new form emerged,

the aura it leaked was incredibly powerful.

So powerful that it sent chills down his spine.

By Frieza's own estimation,

this completely unfamiliar, wild aura

was probably not much weaker than his own.

At that thought, Frieza's face twisted viciously.

The superiority he had felt in his heart vanished without a trace.

You know how it was with King Frieza.

He could remain gentlemanly and elegant while the battle went his way.

But if the situation turned against him,

that was another matter entirely.

All poise and elegance were thrown out the window.

Frieza had no desire to chat now.

He did not want to speak at all.

There was only one thought in his mind:

turn this unfavorable situation back in his favor.

Then Frieza moved.

He vanished from where he stood in an instant.

Not even an afterimage remained.

At an unimaginably terrifying speed, he lunged straight at Future Gohan.

He intended to seize the initiative.

Black Frieza's strength was beyond question.

His speed was even more outrageously fast.

If anyone with even slightly weaker eyesight had been present,

they might not have been able to see anything at that moment.

They would have been completely unable to track Frieza's movements.

All they could see was a huge black