"Frieza, the warm-up is over. Now let's start the real fight," Son Kesi said with a smile.
Frieza said nothing and glared at Son Kesi. If looks could kill, Son Kesi would probably have died ten thousand times over.
Son Kesi smiled at his expression. "Can't stand it? Then suck it up! Hahaha!"
"Yaaah!" Unable to bear Son Kesi's arrogance any longer, Frieza let out a strange howl and flashed forward to attack him.
"Bring it on!" Son Kesi shouted.
Bang! Their fists collided, and a fierce battle began.
They moved even faster than before, their figures filling the entire space.
At first, they traded blows evenly, but once Son Kesi got serious, Frieza fell behind.
Frieza shattered Son Kesi's afterimage with a blow and knew something was wrong. Before he could react, however, Son Kesi struck him in the back of the head from behind.
The blow was anything but light. Frieza's eyes bulged, and he spat blood.
Son Kesi pressed his advantage, grabbed Frieza's tail, and swung him around.
In the blink of an eye, he had spun him around more than a dozen times.
Then he let go, sending Frieza flying with his brains all but scrambled.
Bang! Frieza slammed into the spatial barrier, then bounced more than two meters into the air.
Son Kesi simply watched Frieza, waiting for him to regain his senses.
A moment later, Frieza climbed to his feet and shook his dizzy head. He looked at Son Kesi in the distance, not with anger, but with unusual calm.
In truth, Frieza already knew he was no match for Son Kesi. Now he was thinking about how to escape.
But no matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not come up with a way out.
Son Kesi could more or less