Dragon Ball: At the beginning, Vegeta overheard Da Te's thoughts

Chapter 374

In the space prison.

Hit stared at Trunks in front of him with his eyes wide open, and the anger in his heart was burning more and more fiercely. He could never have imagined that Trunks would dare to look down on him like this!

You know, as a famous killer in the sixth universe, Hit has always been known for his coldness and calmness, but at this moment, his usually rock-hard calmness seemed to be shaken by an invisible force, and his mentality began to become less stable than usual.

The reason is that Trunks became the first person who could move freely and shuttle freely in the space prison he carefully built without his permission.

What shocked Hit even more was that Trunks could not only keenly perceive the flaws of his proud Flash Time Kung Fu at the first time, but also successfully prevented him from launching the Flash Time!

At this moment, Trunks, who had been silent all the time, finally spoke. His face was as gloomy as water, and he looked at Hit firmly.

He said slowly: "Hit, I can tell you very clearly that I have never lied to you."

Then he took a deep breath and continued: "You have revealed all your secrets to me without reservation, and in exchange, I promise you that as long as I know something, I will tell you the truth."

However, Trunks' face suddenly showed a trace of confusion. He spread his hands helplessly and said with a wry smile:

"But to be honest, for this situation, even I don't know what's going on..."

After speaking, Trunks shook his head gently, his face full of confusion and puzzlement.

For Trunks' perfunctory and irresponsible explanation, Hit's face showed a trace of contempt and disdain, and he just snorted from his nose.

"Heh, do you really think I will believe your ridiculous words?" Hit's words were cold and full of deep doubts. Every word was like the cold wind in the cold night, blowing people's hearts straight to tremble.

Before the voice fell, a dazzling purple light flashed, instantly illuminating the surrounding space. The light was like lightning that broke through the night sky, dazzling people.

In the blink of an eye, Hit's mysterious purple figure suddenly appeared in front of Trunks like a ghost. His speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch the trajectory of his movement.

In a flash, Hit's arm suddenly turned, and his movements were smooth and without any delay.

Accompanied by a low whistle, he launched an extremely sharp elbow strike with lightning speed.

The sharp elbow was like the claws of a bird of prey, stabbing straight towards Trunks' abdomen.

This strike contained endless power and murderous intent. If it was hit, the consequences would be disastrous.

However, Trunks' reaction was also extremely fast. His body was as agile as a snake, and he turned his waist gently.

His feet lightly touched the ground, and the whole person flashed back lightly like a piece of cotton wool in the wind.

The seemingly simple action just avoided Hitt's fierce and powerful attack.

Just when everyone thought that the confrontation had come to an end for the time being, Hitt, who had been attacking fiercely, moved back a step without any warning.

His steps were as light as a feather, and he landed silently, but he gave people an indescribable sense of oppression.

In an instant, only a slight sound was heard, which seemed to be there and not there, like the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Everyone looked closely and found that Hitt had waved his hand gently.

This subtle action seemed casual, but it actually contained a mystery. No one knew what tricks he would use next.

The whole scene suddenly became tense, and the air seemed to freeze.

In a blink of an eye, several figures who looked exactly like Hit suddenly appeared out of nowhere in this originally peaceful space!

It was as if they had traveled from another time and space, which was jaw-dropping.

These newly emerged Hit not only looked the same, but also moved in unison as if they were controlled by the same person.

They moved quickly with lightning speed, and in a flash, they surrounded Trunks tightly in the center, forming an airtight and airtight encirclement.

There was almost no hesitation or hesitation. These Hit attacked at the same time as if they had a telepathic connection, and launched a fierce and fierce offensive against Trunks in the encirclement like a storm.

In an instant, fist shadows overlapped and intertwined into a dense net; leg wind whistled past, bringing bursts of sharp and piercing sounds of breaking through the air.

The whole scene became extremely chaotic and dazzling, and it was impossible to tell which punch came from which source.Which direction, which kick is going to where.

However, despite the critical situation, Trunks was extremely calm and composed, without any panic.

His bright eyes were like lightning, quickly scanning back and forth between the many Hit, not missing any subtle movements and flaws.

He concentrated on observing the actions of every opponent around him, trying to use his keen insight and combat experience to accurately find the Hit hidden in this group of seemingly identical enemies.

At the same time, his hands were flying up and down, dancing left and right like a butterfly, constantly performing various exquisite and jaw-dropping moves.

Every move was so perfect that he could cleverly block the fierce attacks coming from all directions one by one, and easily dissolve those fierce forces.

Looking at the guys who attacked him, no matter their appearance or the unique aura they exuded, there was no difference at all. They were just like they were engraved from the same template, and there was no obvious difference at all. Even if one was born with extremely keen insight, if he wanted to distinguish even a little difference from this group of identical enemies, it would probably take a lot of energy and time. However, this situation was not a difficult problem for Trunks, who had cultivated his aura control ability to the pinnacle. At this moment, he closed his eyes slightly, and the whole person stood still like a sculpture, devoting himself to sensing the extremely subtle changes caused by the flow of air around him. In an instant, it seemed as if this huge world was completely under his control. At this moment, Trunks, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes without any warning, and at the same time, he let out a low and powerful roar: "Found it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of rapid and sharp sounds of breaking through the air resounded through the sky, "嬻嬻嬻——!" The sound was so loud and deafening that it made people tremble with fear.

Then, a powerful momentum gushed out from his body, surging like a volcanic eruption.

This momentum instantly swept around, and all the Hit clones around him were blown away.

For a while, the air was full of figures that were blown away, and the scene was very spectacular.

And just as many clones were blown away, Hit's real body finally appeared in front of Trunks.

At this time, Hit's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a smug smile.

His deep eyes stared at Trunks and he whispered, "Haha, it's too late."

It turned out that the reason why Hit was so confident was that he had quietly activated his best skill, Flash Time, in the short moment when he used his clone to block Trunks' sight.

In an instant, with the activation of Flash Time, a unique field quickly unfolded beside him.

This field was filled with strange light, like a dream space composed of countless colorful fragments.

Everything was the same as before.

He faced the opponents who had been defeated by him in the past.

He swung his powerful fist with great confidence, thinking about beating Trunks into a pool of meat paste.

However, at the moment when he swung his fist vigorously, he was stunned on the spot as if he was struck by lightning.

The scene in front of him was so familiar, the surrounding environment, layout and even every detail were exactly the same as the memory deep in his mind.

But... the one who should have been hit by him recklessly here - Trunks, is nowhere to be seen!

"What... what is going on?!!!" Hit was shocked and his mind went blank for a moment.

For a killer like him who has succeeded countless times, this is undoubtedly the first time in thousands of years that he has experienced such a miserable defeat!

Suddenly, a strange and warm feeling came to Hit's heart.

It was as if a gentle hand was slowly stroking his head.

This feeling made him feel confused and completely at a loss.

At the same time, Trunks, who was outside, stared at Hit, who stood there like a sculpture, with deep doubts on his face.

Because in his opinion, Hit had completely exposed a huge flaw at this time.

"What on earth is this guy doing?What tricks?" Trunks muttered to himself, and began to circle around Hit to observe.

Finally, his eyes involuntarily stayed on the top of Hit's head.

"You know what, Hit's head...really looks like that thing."

He reached out and touched it.

It was with this touch that Hit actually moved.

"Asshole! What are you doing?!" Hit shouted angrily, and immediately distanced himself from Trunks.