The wild joy in King Cold's eyes had not even had time to fully bloom before it froze stiffly on his face.
Because from the dark-red sea of flames below, which seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth, came an utterly bored sigh. Immediately afterward, a gale as tangible as substance rose from the ground, instantly shredding the smoke and flames filling the sky to pieces.
At the bottom of the crater, Tizgita hovered silently half a meter above the ground. The Metamoran vest he wore did not even have a wrinkled corner, and his waist-length brown hair, standing upright, remained sleek and dazzling.
Under King Cold's ghost-stricken stare, he leisurely dusted off his shoulder.
"Wali, wali!" The fused warrior raised his head, his tone unbearably smug.
"I just completed the fusion. This body's muscle coordination still isn't quite adapted, so my reaction was half a beat too slow and let you hit me."
He rolled his neck, producing a string of crisp cracks, then vanished into thin air.
There was no rush of air, no afterimage left behind. It was pure physical speed.
"But now, the warm-up is over!"
An icy voice exploded by his ear. Before King Cold could react, a ripping pain shot through his abdomen. Tizgita had appeared before him at some point, driving a heavy knee deep into the demon king's stomach.
"Uwaaah—!" The ancient demon king's eyes bulged as mouthfuls of purple blood mixed with stomach acid spewed out.
The skies above Papaya Island had completely become the stage for this fused Saiyan warrior to display his violence.
Tizgita grabbed the hard horn atop King Cold's head and spun him wildly through the air dozens of times like a sledgehammer before smashing him downward. Then, just as the demon king was about to hit