"T-Two moves?!"
Frieza coughed up another mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.
After the initial exchange, he had already realized Gran was stronger than him—but he never imagined the gap would be this monstrous!
The other party had defeated him in rely two attacks!
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Gran descended from the sky and crouched beside Frieza, speaking softly:
"So? Need to heal your injuries?"
"..."
Frieza lay embedded in the ground in the shape of a giant character, the agony in his abdon causing his consciousness to blur.
"Forget it. Even though I know your vitality is absurdly tough, I'd better heal you anyway."
Gran raised a finger beside him.
He recalled the scene where Chronoa had once used the power of ti to heal GT Vegeta and the others.
"Should be sothing like this."
Gran lightly tapped Frieza's abdon with his fingertip.
Bzzzt!
A silver-white power of ti blood from his fingertip.
Frieza's entire body was instantly enveloped by the glow, and his missing arm along with every wound on his body rapidly returned to normal.
"Hm?"
Frieza's consciousness snapped awake.
He imdiately sprang up from the ground and hurriedly touched his abdon with both hands.
Just monts ago, his arm had lted away and his internal organs had been shattered—yet now he was perfectly fine?!
"T-This..."
Frieza stared at Gran as if asking what kind of absurd power this was.
Gran straightened up and clasped his hands behind his back.
"Well? Still doubting now?"
"N-No... I wouldn't dare!"
Frieza lowered his head, though a vicious glint still flickered within his eyes.
"Thank you for sparing my life just now, Lord Gran."
The corner of Gran's lips curled upward slightly.
Did Frieza really think he couldn't notice that expression?
Still, this was exactly Frieza's vindictive nature. Gran had just humiliated him thoroughly—if Frieza didn't react this way, then sothing would truly be wrong with him.
"Alright, my purpose for coming here has been fulfilled, so I'll be leaving. Until next ti."
Gran walked past Frieza and casually patted him on the shoulder.
If nothing unexpected happened, Frieza should soon be heading toward Planet Nak.
But just as Gran was preparing to leave, Frieza suddenly lifted his head.
The viciousness in his eyes transford into sly cunning.
"Lord Gran... back then, the extermination of the Saiyan race was carried out under Lord Beerus's orders. You... won't punish for that, right?"
Gran had never once brought up the destruction of the Saiyans.
Yet Frieza deliberately raised the topic himself.
His intention was obvious.
He wanted to sow discord between the God of Destruction and his candidate successor.
The atmosphere instantly beca heavy.
"How interesting."
Gran stopped walking and slowly turned back to et Frieza's eyes.
"Do you know what a God of Destruction represents?"
"..."
Frieza said nothing.
Why was this guy suddenly bringing that up?
Wasn't he a Saiyan?
Why was he showing absolutely no reaction after hearing the true culprit behind the Saiyans' extinction?
"A God of Destruction represents invincibility."
Gran suddenly reached out and grabbed Frieza by the throat.
"Ghk!!"
Frieza desperately clawed at Gran's hand, but it wouldn't budge in the slightest.
His neck felt as though it had been clamped by iron pincers.
Not even a trace of air could pass through.
"You are nothing more than an insect in my eyes. If I wanted to kill you, a single glance would be enough."
Gran lifted Frieza up until they were face to face.
BOOOOM!
In that instant, Frieza felt as though he saw a colossal figure standing amidst primordial chaos.
Within his consciousness, that figure engraved concepts such as invincible, supre, and divine deep into his soul.
He could not even look directly at it.
Blood tears stread from Frieza's eyes.
He wanted to shut them—but he couldn't.
"GHHHHH!!"
His head buzzed violently, as if it were about to explode.
Frieza forgot he was even suffocating. He could only clutch his head in agony.
"And trash like you actually thinks you can drive a wedge between two gods?"
Seeing Frieza's miserable state, Gran tossed him aside like a dead dog.
Frieza rolled across the ground several tis.
Only after his vision cleared and the pressure around his neck disappeared did he finally feel alive again.
"I know perfectly well that destroying the Saiyans was Lord Beerus's command."
Gran stood with his back facing Frieza.
"But so what? You don't seriously think I hold deep feelings for those pieces of trash, do you?"
"..."
Frieza lay sprawled on the ground in silence.
Or rather—it wasn't silence.
He simply no longer dared to speak recklessly.
"I'll spare you this ti. But if you dare act this insolently again, you won't need to keep living."
Gran prepared to leave, yet Frieza called out to him once more.
"Lord Gran!"
Frieza struggled to climb to his feet.
This ti, the cunning and malice in his eyes were gone, replaced only by fear.
"S-Since you said you have no attachnt to those Saiyans... if I encounter Vegeta and the others again... may I kill them?"
Back then, after kicking Vegeta and the other two off the planet, Frieza had assud they would die in space.
Who would've thought they'd survive?
"You may."
Gran hadn't expected that question.
He simply nodded once before disappearing from the planet entirely.
The mont Gran vanished, the overwhelming pressure surrounding the area disappeared with him.
Frieza wiped away the blood tears at the corners of his eyes and stared at the place where Gran had once stood.
Suddenly, he burst into laughter like a madman.
He had clearly known all along that both the Saiyans and the Frost Demons cared nothing for so-called racial bonds.
Yet he had still foolishly tried to provoke conflict between gods.
How naïve.
"But..."
"If rely a candidate God of Destruction is already this terrifying... then what about Beerus himself?"
"Hmph. I refuse to accept defeat."
"Once I obtain the Dragon Balls, one day I'll trample all of you gods beneath my feet!"
anwhile...
Gran had no idea how Frieza reacted after his departure.
But even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
After all, that was simply the kind of villain Frieza was.
At this mont, Gran stood inside a Universe Travel Cube—the spoils he had once taken from Orma, the warrior Quitela had sent to ambush him.
Manipulating the cube, Gran rapidly sped toward the outer edge of Universe 7.
Beerus had instructed him to make a trip to Universe 6.
Gran still didn't know the reason behind it, but once he arrived there, he would naturally understand Beerus's intentions.
Before long, Gran passed through the transparent mbrane separating Universe 7.
And at the exact mont he crossed that boundary, Whis—far away on Earth—glanced at the crystal ball atop his staff before calmly lowering it again.
END OF CHAPTER
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