Platinum Frieza collided with the Demon World warrior named Gravy, setting off a tremendous crash.
Their battle reached a fever pitch from the very start.
Although Gravy came from the Demon World just like Putine beside him, he looked nothing like her-a frail magician at first glance.
Instead, Gravy was a muscular warrior wielding an iron hammer.
His movements were fierce and forceful as he traded head-on blows with Frieza.
Driven by anger, Frieza initially chose to meet Gravy head-on as well, matching fist against fist and foot against foot.
But after a few exchanges, he realized something was wrong.
Gravy's strength was astonishing, no less formidable than Toppo's during the Tournament of Power.
After just a few clashes, Frieza was already dizzy, his head throbbing.
The iron hammer in Gravy's hands was especially strange. It had struck Frieza earlier and nearly knocked him unconscious.
"Damn it!"
Although Frieza had rallied, that earlier sneak attack had clearly taken a considerable toll on him.
Not only his speed, but even his strength fell short of his peak.
Boom! Space shuddered violently.
Gravy swung his iron hammer toward Frieza's chest.
Although Frieza blocked the hammer in midair, its tip suddenly lit up, and a bolt of black lightning sprang forth like a serpent.
The lightning twisted and writhed like a venomous black snake, lunging straight at Frieza's hands.
"Aaaaargh!"
Frieza screamed instantly, his hands involuntarily releasing their grip as he watched Gravy's iron hammer slam into his chest.
Boom!
The next moment, Frieza fell like a meteor from the heavens, smashing a bottomless crater into the ground.
"Frieza?"
Vegeks was somewhat surprised.
Although Platinum Frieza was weaker than him, his strength was not to be underestimated. At the previous Tournament of Power, he could at least have ranked among the top ten.