I'll Only Use One Move

Frieza heard Beerus's utterly merciless words.

He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his cheeks trembling.

Though he felt deeply humiliated and unwilling to accept it,

he did not dare say another word of nonsense to Beerus.

He could only direct all the pent-up fury with nowhere else to vent it precisely at Sun Wuxiu beside him.

Through clenched teeth, he forced out several words one by one.

"Sun Wuxiu, Saiyans... just you wait!"

Seeing that Frieza was still refusing to submit, Beerus's brows drew tightly together.

"Frieza, your personal grudges with them."

"As the God of Destruction, I cannot be bothered to interfere."

"But if the Tournament of Power suffers any mishap because of you,"

"the consequences will be more than you can bear."

Beerus was starting to have doubts as well.

Was letting Frieza compete really the right decision?

Frieza had long-standing grievances with these Saiyans from Earth.

The hatred between them could not possibly be resolved so easily.

On a battlefield where the survival of the universe was at stake,

Frieza would likely be a dangerous and uncontrollable variable.

Hearing Beerus's stern warning,

Frieza merely turned his head slightly, looked elsewhere, and snorted heavily through his nose.

He neither agreed nor refused.

He was acting like a complete troublemaker.

Beerus gritted his teeth at the sight.

A dangerously cold glint flashed through his eyes.

The pressure of a god slowly gathered around him.

He was about to teach Frieza a painful lesson,

so that this fellow would behave himself once he entered the arena.

At that tense moment, with the air ready to explode,

Sun Wuxiu, who had been standing nearby all along, made his move.

He suddenly stepped forward.

Reaching out with one hand, he pressed it directly onto Beerus's shoulder.

Feeling the pressure on his