Dragon Ball: Everyone's playing the reincarnation game, huh?

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"You'll find out later," Hit smiled, offering no further explanation.

It's better for him to experience some things on his own.

"So, you've been working hard to cultivate since you were reborn, right?" Sun Wukong asked, a hint of expectation in his eyes.

“Of course, I won’t lose to that guy again!” Hit snorted, his eyes sharpening as he gave Sun Wukong a deep look before adding, “And I certainly won’t lose to you.”

"Who is that guy you're talking about?" Sun Wukong caught on to the important information and quickly asked.

Someone who can make Hitt care so much must be very powerful.

"You wouldn't know even if I told you." Hit rolled his eyes, his expression indifferent, not wanting to say anything more.

"Tell me about it! How am I supposed to know you if you don't tell me?" Sun Wukong persisted, gently nudging Hit's ribs with his elbow like a curious child.

Hitt's face darkened, and he cursed inwardly.

This guy is such a natural at making friends!

He's still the same Sun Wukong I know, unchanged.

You just mistook my head for your pee spot, that was a bit much!

“Jiren from Universe 11.” Hit had no choice but to give the answer, his tone heavy with emotion, clearly indicating that the person named Jiren had left a deep impression on him.

Hitler was indeed reborn.

Hit was reborn after the Tournament of Power.

In the Tournament of Power, Universe 6 was defeated and wiped out by Zeno himself.

When Hit woke up, he was shocked to find that he had been reborn.

Moreover, the time of rebirth was three months before the competition with Universe 7.

Therefore, Hitt secluded himself for a period of time to hone his skills day and night, determined to take his strength to the next level.

"Jiren? Is he strong?" Goku's interest was piqued, his eyes sparkling as he asked excitedly, his fighting spirit surging.

“At least in the previous life, even if you and I joined forces, we were no match for him,” Hit answered truthfully, then paused and added, “No, to be precise, it was because you refused to team up with me and insisted on fighting him one-on-one, and you almost lost.”

"Jiren? I'll remember him!" Goku nodded seriously, his fist clenching unconsciously. "I must find a chance to spar with him and see just how powerful he really is."

"You should also keep up the good work," Hit smiled, then changed the subject, "Now that guy named Vegeta has been reborn, his strength should have surpassed yours by now, right?"

“Yeah, right.” Sun Wukong grinned, not caring at all. “I’ll be watching your match closely later so I can learn something.”

"You'd better be prepared. I'm here for you in this competition, Sun Wukong." Hit's eyes flashed with intense fighting spirit, and the pressure around him seemed to drop a few degrees.

"Okay, I'd love to compete with you too." Sun Wukong nodded vigorously, his face beaming with anticipation. "Then I'll be going now. Good luck!"

After saying that, Sun Wukong turned and left with light steps.

Sun Wukong and Hit spoke in very soft voices, like the whispers of mosquitoes. Everyone present was focused on the intense battle on the stage, and no one paid any attention to the two of them, so no one else could hear their conversation.

Goku returned to Vegeta and the others.

Vegeta frowned, his sharp gaze sweeping over Goku as he asked with a scrutinizing look, "Kakarot, what did you say to Hit? That guy isn't easy to get along with."

"N-nothing... I was just chatting with him and asking him what he likes to eat," Sun Wukong replied somewhat guiltily, his eyes darting around, and he subconsciously scratched his head.

"Chatting? You're such a social butterfly!" Vegeta rolled his eyes at Goku, clearly not believing his nonsense, but he didn't press the matter further.

"By the way, Vegeta, have you heard of the Tournament of Power?" Goku suddenly asked, changing the subject.

"What Tournament of Power?" Vegeta looked bewildered, his brows furrowing even more deeply. He had never heard of this name before.

"Have you ever heard of a guy named Jiren? I think he's from Universe 11," Goku asked again, his eyes fixed on Vegeta, not wanting to miss a single expression.

"Never heard of it... Why are you asking this all of a sudden? Did Hit tell you?" Vegeta looked at Goku strangely, then glanced in the direction of Hit, his expression becoming serious.

Just then, Hit raised his eyes and looked in Vegeta's direction.

Their gazes met in mid-air, as if invisible sparks exploded, and the air was filled with an atmosphere of sharp confrontation.

"Since you don't know, then forget it." Sun Wukong stroked his chin thoughtfully and didn't press the matter further.

Since Vegeta didn't know about the Tournament of Power and Jiren, it means that Hit's rebirth occurred later than Vegeta's.

What exactly is the Tournament of Power?

Sun Wukong was filled with curiosity about this, feeling as if a little claw was scratching at his heart.

"Kakarot, what's wrong?" Bardock noticed his son's complicated expression, sometimes frowning and sometimes grinning foolishly, and went over to ask him with concern.

"Ah... Dad, it's nothing..." Sun Wukong felt it was a bit difficult to explain, as it involved rebirth and the future, so he simply didn't go into details. After finishing, he added, "It seems that Vegeta may not be able to win this match so easily. That Hit seems to be very strong."

"Is that so?" Bardock merely glanced towards the ring, showing little interest in a match of this caliber.

At this moment, Trunks and Frost were already standing opposite each other in the ring, the atmosphere tense and ready to fight.

"That guy... is he Frieza from Universe 6?" Bardock pondered, looking at Frost's face, which was almost identical to Frieza's.

"Looks a lot like him, but I wonder if he's a good person." Sun Wukong nodded, looking at Frost with an innocent expression.

“Hello, nice to meet you.” Frost suddenly smiled, his smile looking very friendly, and extended his hand to Trunks in a humble manner.

Trunks was taken aback, not expecting the other party to be so polite, and quickly reached out to shake hands: "Hello."

"Although you are young, you seem quite strong. Let's have a good match and show our true abilities," Frost said with a smile and a sincere tone.

"Ah... okay." Trunks nodded, his liking for him increasing considerably.

"It seems this guy is much friendlier than Frieza on our side." Sun Wukong laughed, feeling that his previous worries were unnecessary.

"Hmph, still so treacherous and pretentious," Vegeta said indifferently, looking at Frost with disdain, as if he had seen through his disguise.

"What do you mean?" Sun Wukong didn't quite understand and scratched his head.

"You'll find out soon enough." Vegeta didn't want to explain too much, he just stared coldly at Frost on the ring, waiting to see him reveal his true colors.

"The second round of the match is now in session!" the referee announced loudly, raising his flag.

As soon as the match began, Frost's smile vanished instantly, his eyes sharpened, and he launched a fierce attack on Trunks with lightning speed.

Frost suddenly threw a punch at Trunks, the force of the punch whistling through the air.

Trunks reacted quickly, raising his hand to block Frost's incoming fist. With a muffled "bang," Trunks felt a sudden numbness in his arm.

Trunks immediately retaliated, raining down punches on Frost with fierce and merciless blows.

Frost suddenly felt immense pressure and could only barely defend himself, constantly retreating.

After several rounds of confrontation.

Trunks seized an opening and kicked Frost away.

Frost tumbled through the air several times, about to fall off the ring, but he lightly stepped on the ground at the edge of the ring, using the force to bounce back, and shot towards Trunks like an arrow, even faster than before.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two quickly engaged in a fierce battle on the ring, the sounds of fists and feet colliding filling the air, and the energy fluctuations causing the entire ring to tremble slightly.

However, Trunks fought normally and did not transform into a Super Saiyan.

They fought for a while longer.

"boom!"

Trunks seized the opportunity and kicked Frost, sending him flying from mid-air onto the ring below with a loud thud.

Frost crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, and quickly leaped to his feet, a faint smile on his face and an unusual glint in his eyes.

Trunks landed slowly, held up a finger and wagged it, saying casually, "Uncle Lizard, show me your true skills, or I won't be polite."

Frost: "..."

Frost's face darkened, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.

Calling me "Uncle Lizard" is a bit much!

"Hmph, you're no ordinary kid after all, much stronger than I imagined," Frost said with a smile, a hint of barely perceptible malice in his tone. "But do you think this is my true strength? How naive."

"Snapped!"

As Frost spoke, his body suddenly crackled and popped, his shape began to change, his muscles bulged, and his aura surged instantly, transforming him directly into his final form.

Upon seeing Frost's transformation, Vegeta was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

In his previous life, Vegeta remembered that Frost first transformed into his third form, and was only forced into his fourth form by Kakarot.

Unexpectedly, in this life, this guy directly activated his final form.

However, Vegeta quickly figured it out.

Because Trunks had previously transformed into a Super Saiyan, Frost should have known the gap between them, which is why he didn't intend to waste time and directly transformed into his fourth form, wanting to finish the battle quickly.

"Come on, little Trunks! Show your true strength! Stop holding back!" Frost chuckled, assuming a fighting stance, his body radiating a powerful aura.

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony!" Trunks didn't hesitate. Golden light shone from his body, and his golden fur stood on end as he activated his Super Saiyan transformation. His aura surged, no less than Frost's.

Without further ado, the two charged at each other at lightning speed, leaving only afterimages as they darted across the arena.

After several rounds of exchange, Frost clearly felt the immense pressure emanating from this little brat, and he gradually found himself at a disadvantage.

No, if this keeps going, I'm sure I'll lose to this kid.

I cannot lose! Absolutely not!!

Frost gritted his teeth, a sinister glint in his eyes, and a tiny poison needle suddenly emerged from his arm.

The poison needles were hidden very well; they couldn't be detected without careful observation.

Chapter 170 In this life, I will not lose again!

In the moment of close combat with Trunks, Frost feigned an opening, and as Trunks attacked, he subtly moved his arm, and the poisoned needle silently pierced Trunks' arm.

Trunks' pupils rolled back, and he felt a strong numbing sensation spread throughout his body. His head spun, and he instantly lost consciousness, his body collapsing limply to the ground.

"boom!"

Seeing this, Frost kicked Trunks, who had lost consciousness, out of the ring without any mercy.

"Trunks!" Goten rushed over immediately, kneeling down to anxiously check Trunks' injuries, gently patting his body with his small hands. "Wake up, Trunks!"

"Trunks lost?" Goku was slightly surprised, resting his chin on his hand as he silently looked at Frost on the stage, a hint of confusion in his eyes.