Frieza slowly walked up to Piccolo.
The two stood less than two meters apart, neither making the first move. No one knew how long that dead silence lasted—until Frieza suddenly smiled.
In the next instant, his fist snapped out and smashed into Piccolo's face.
The speed was absurd, like he'd been launched by a spring. By the time Piccolo realized and tried to dodge, it was already too late.
Frieza twisted his body and drove an elbow into him, slamming Piccolo to the ground.
While Piccolo was still down, Frieza leapt into the air and dive-bombed straight toward him, intending to stomp him half to death.
After taking several brutal hits, Piccolo finally reacted and sprang up, trying to widen the distance and reset the fight
But the moment Frieza landed, he accelerated again and shot right in front of him.
Piccolo's pupils shrank violently.
He'd thought that in terms of speed, he should've already surpassed Frieza.
While that thought was still in his head, Frieza punched him again and blasted him down once more.
Only then did Vegeta understand: Frieza had never shown his real strength before.
So what could they even do now to salvage the situation?
In the deep crater, Piccolo stood up again.
This time, he was battered and covered in wounds.
Frieza landed at the edge of the crater and sneered. "Sorry about that. That was rude of me. I've been looking down on you this whole time. But since your strength exceeded my expectations, I'll make an exception and show you my true power. After you see it, don't faint from fear."
Vegeta finally realized Frieza's power was basically endless.
How could he have been so stupid—actually believing for a moment that he could oppose him?
He thought that…
But Piccolo didn't.
Piccolo slowly rose, pulled off his white cloak, and removed his white turban. He stepped forward and said calmly, "Same to you. I'll also use my real strength to fight you."
"What did you say?" Frieza scoffed. "You mean you weren't using your true strength just now? I didn't expect Namekians to brag too."
Piccolo smiled. "Whether I'm bragging or not—you'll find out in a moment. I'm going to make you, you butcher-mad demon king, understand how terrifying a Namekian's wrath can be!"
Piccolo spoke with absolute confidence.
Vegeta had none.
At this point, still putting on a front—had he been beaten stupid?
But Gohan understood right away.
Piccolo had never taken off his heavy gear before.
Sure enough, Piccolo's aura surged again, and pale-yellow light shot straight into the sky.
Frieza said, "So you took off that heavy gear… What, after your body gets lighter, you think you can catch up to me in speed?"
"I won't deny it."
Piccolo rose into the air, then suddenly accelerated and charged straight at Frieza.
Even Frieza didn't seem to expect Piccolo to be that fast.
He got slammed hard and was launched upward into the sky.
But Piccolo was even faster.
In the blink of an eye, he was above Frieza's head. Frieza instinctively twisted sideways, narrowly dodging a kick
When he looked up again, Piccolo was gone.
Frieza scanned around
And Piccolo suddenly appeared behind him.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion erupted, bursting with dazzling white light. Frieza dropped out of the light
Piccolo chased him down, flipped upside down in midair, locked him in a hold, and shouted, "A Namekian's anger isn't just this much. Just wait and see!"
Then Piccolo drove Frieza into the ground like a meteor.
The entire hillside caved in, dust blasting everywhere.
Piccolo shot back into the air and unleashed countless purple blasts, raining down like a storm on the impact point, igniting towering flames.
Vegeta finally calmed down.
If things kept going like this, they wouldn't even need Creed or Goku to step in.
Maybe, just maybe he could escape death after all.
But he didn't get to celebrate for long.
Frieza's figure burst out from the flames and rose into the air, staring at Piccolo without saying a word.
His gaze was filled with fury.
Piccolo said slowly, "You're pretty good at running for your life."
Frieza gritted his teeth. "Did you misunderstand something? That wasn't my true strength. You don't actually think you know everything about me, do you? I can transform a second time. I'm going to make you taste the same fear Vegeta felt—make you understand how tiny your power really is. I'll let you learn what despair is first… the kind of despair where there's nowhere left to beg for help."
The two descended to the ground.
Frieza assumed a stance, gathering power, and spoke slowly. "You might not know this. Every time I transform, my power increases by several times. And that kind of transformation… I still have two more reserved after this. Do you understand what that means?"
He smiled cruelly.
"Now watch closely. You people should feel honored. You're the first ones ever to see my second transformation…"
As he spoke, blood-red light ignited around his body like roaring flames.
With a violent scream, his back sprouted thick, tentacle-like protrusions. His body expanded, swelling larger and larger. His head reshaped into an oval, and he looked even uglier than before.
Yet that form planted an even deeper fear into everyone's hearts.
His voice also dropped, growing deeper and heavier.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. Now… let's start round two."
"How is that possible…?" Gohan trembled as he watched from the air. "It doesn't look that different…"
Vegeta said in a low voice, "Idiot. Feel his hidden power. He's completely different from before. And not only that—he's calm. Even the places where he was injured fighting that Namekian… they've all recovered."
Frieza spoke with mocking amusement. "Looks like you're very confident in your speed. So what do you think—can you perform that little show for me again?"
Before the words even finished
He was already on the move.
His speed was terrifying, leaving only an afterimage.
But it was still within the range Piccolo could follow.
Piccolo shot upward to flee, and Frieza chased right behind.
Piccolo flashed through the sky twice, still unable to shake him off
And in the end, Frieza appeared right in front of him again, blocking his path.
"No way…"
Piccolo was drenched in sweat.
He couldn't match Frieza in power anymore… and now even speed wasn't enough?
Frieza sneered. "What an honor. Long time no see. You got to this speed pretty fast."
Piccolo refused to yield and attacked.
But no matter how he struck, he couldn't touch Frieza at all.
In the end, Frieza casually knocked him away, the gap in strength painfully obvious.
Frieza toyed with him in the sky, attacking again and again like it was play.
"How unfortunate," Frieza said coldly. "Now you understand, don't you? That speed you're so proud of… doesn't mean anything to me anymore."
(End of Chapter)
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