The flashing ki attack shot toward the sky, and the dazzling light engulfed Frost. From a distance, it seemed that a big hole had been opened in the sky, shaking the flowing clouds and splitting everything.
Mero caught a glimpse of this thrilling scene, and his blood ran cold. It was unbelievable that Master Frost was killed so easily! As for himself, he thought that his strength wasn't even a fraction of Frost's.
Suddenly, Mero's face became stiff, and his body seemed to be frozen, motionless.
Cabba was overjoyed and aimed at the enemy to attack, but he also paused. Cabba's fist waved in the air and he froze.
The same was true of all the space pirates and the Sadala Defense Force—even Raditz was no exception.
Raditz's ki blast was still hanging in the sky, and the silver dragon was soaring, while Frost's expression on the other end was twisted and ridiculous, about to be split and disintegrated by the powerful ki attack. This scene paused for a short while, until Frost disappeared in an instant, and the ki attack continued to pierce the sky.
As if an invisible force had isolated them from time, no one noticed anything unusual in this short moment—just like the switch between pause and play buttons.
But Raditz faintly felt that something was wrong—his attack had not hit the opponent!
Frost's ki appeared in front of him, and there was another powerful aura... unfathomable ki! Raditz withdrew his hands and looked away, his heart skipping a beat.
He finally understood why Frost, who was absolutely unable to escape punishment, would dodge the ki blast faster than his eyes could follow—because someone had jumped in time! Hit! The assassin of Universe 6!
Hit had taken 0.1 seconds from each of them. There wasn't much that could be done in just 0.1 seconds, but for a master, this time was enough to save Frost from the front of the ki attack, and it was even enough to kill everyone.
"How... how did he come here?" Raditz gasped, sweating profusely all over his body.
Assassin Hit was the top figure in the sixth universe. He was ancient, wise, and deep. With Hit's strength, killing everyone present was just a flick of a finger, without any effort.
Super Saiyan 2 was not worth mentioning in front of him!
The sudden change shocked everyone. Cabba and Mero stopped what they were doing and looked at the newcomer. This guy had purple skin, wore a coat, had his hands in his pockets, was as calm as the sky, but his aura surrounded him like a vast ocean.
"Frost's reinforcement?" Cabba cried out.
"Heh heh heh, I didn't expect Frost to hide such a trump card—you are done!"
Mero opened his mouth and yelled happily, with infinite surprise on his face. They had a new ally, and it was a character who looked extremely powerful. The joy of surviving catastrophe occupied his brain, and he felt that he had regained his life.
Suddenly, Hit raised his head and glanced at Cabba and Mero. This glance was devoid of any emotion, seemingly without joy or anger, but it made Mero and Cabba shudder. A feeling of powerlessness swept over their bodies, and Mero's face turned pale, as if he had fallen into an abyss.
Hit just thought they were too loud.
A cold, oppressive silence settled over the battlefield. For a moment, the only sound was the whisper of the wind cutting through the stillness.
Frost lay crumpled on the ground, his breathing shallow and ragged. Pain twisted across his face, but it was the humiliation that burned deeper—hot enough to sear his pride.
Hit didn't spare him a glance. Hands casually tucked in his pockets, he turned toward Raditz, his expression unreadable.
"I want you to hand him over to me."
Just one sentence—calm, direct, and absolute.
Raditz narrowed his eyes. "And what do you want with him?"
His tone was firm, unshaken, but laced with curiosity. Something in Hit's demeanor told him this wasn't a request to be taken lightly.
"He has something I want. This is business." Hit's voice was flat, his eyes cold as they swept over Raditz. It was the kind of look that saw straight through a person—no pretense, no hesitation. "There aren't many beings in this universe who've trained their power to your level. You could be considered a top-tier fighter… but you're still not enough to stop me."
With his refined perception, Hit effortlessly gauged Raditz's strength. He could see there was more power beneath the surface—something hidden, restrained. Among Universe 6's elite, Raditz's potential was rare, even formidable. But compared to Hit himself, the gap was still wide.
"Heh... what an honor, being praised by Hit," Raditz muttered under his breath, lips twitching into something between a smirk and a grimace. He knew he couldn't stop the assassin, not as he was now. Even if he objected, what could he do? Who could challenge Hit and win?
Truthfully, Hit could have taken Frost without a word, vanishing with his target before anyone blinked. But he didn't. He chose to speak—to acknowledge Raditz. That alone was telling.
Perhaps, just perhaps, it was Raditz's strength that had caught his attention. A faint glimmer of interest. After all, a legendary assassin who had walked the universe for over a thousand years must have grown numb to easy victories. Even warriors of his caliber weren't immune to the weariness of an endless string of one-sided fights.
No matter how emotionless a killer seemed, the thrill of a worthy opponent could still stir something deep within. A kind of silent hope—for challenge, for growth, for a reason to draw his blade again.
Hit saw promise in Raditz. Maybe not now. But one day, perhaps... one day, Raditz might rise high enough to stand as his rival.
For now, though, Raditz remained unqualified.
Not yet his enemy.
Cabba wanted to say something, but Raditz hurriedly stopped him with his eyes. He must not talk at this juncture, or they would die. Comprehending the look in Raditz's eyes, Cabba choked back the words from his throat and held his silence. The others were already overwhelmed by the powerful aura, their legs trembling.
Frost hesitated to say something, was shocked by Hit, and lost consciousness. Immediately afterward, Hit grabbed Frost's tail with one hand, looked at Raditz again, then disappeared instantly.
That wasn't teleportation, but jumping 0.1 seconds with Time-Skip. With his extreme speed, it looked like teleportation.
Frost was taken away by Hit, and everyone was helpless. But Mero suffered—without Frost's backing and facing a master like Raditz, his mentality burst instantly, and there was only one word in his mind: "run away."
But how could he escape? Just less than ten meters away, Raditz's psychic power had caught up with him, and an invisible cage locked him in place. A simple ki blast settled the fight. When the tree fell, the monkeys scattered, and seeing their leader Mero die, all the space pirates panicked and ran for their lives.
Many spaceships quickly lifted off and headed into space, which directly made them targets. The members of the Sadala Defense Force aimed at the spaceships and fired, rumbling explosions filling the sky, and smoke covering the sun.
The people of Planet Kylia thought that the end was coming, and the terrifying explosions almost covered the entire sky. But after the smoke dissipated, what they saw were the figures of the Sadala Defense Team! The people cheered and danced.
They were victorious!
Cabba, who was extremely tired, showed a satisfied smile when he saw the cheering people of Kylia, fell down in a moment of relaxation, and was caught by Raditz.