“Oho, is that so?” Frieza sneered, so immediately reminded of the tenacity of the Saiyans. He hated that about them, how they so stupidly thought themselves stronger than any opponent. How their blood lust seemed to render them utterly brain-dead.
“I suppose it’s quite easy to sit there and spout off such threats, with a physique like that. I’m sure it works quite often.” His tone was nothing short of mocking, and his cocksure smirk only heightened the effect. “But I’m not the same as the pathetic weaklings you’ve encountered thus far. I have made worlds tremble, seen entire planets bow down to me. Warriors are proud until fear breaks them, and it bends their knee more quickly than you might imagine.”
Jiren continued to stare at the individual, who progressed into being someone far more annoying than he’d care to entertain it. There simply wasn’t any use to say anything in retaliation for someone whose ideals were as violent as what was being said here, especially since the reasons seemed to be so senseless. Yet, he felt the small need to say anything, if it would silence the arrogant fool.
“Then you’re up against someone that you’ve never been before, Frieza was it?” He lowered his gaze, in a near-judgemental frown on his features as he took in the other’s physique; How it oozed with each breath that was taken, more pride-filled arrogance that he had control in this playing field. “You should remove yourself from the stage. As you are now, I see no real threat.”
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