Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1665 If you can't beat them, transform!
Frieza hovered in mid-air, his scarlet eyes revealing disbelief for the first time.

He looked around at the groups of Namekian warriors, feeling the powerful aura permeating the air, and his fingertips trembled slightly involuntarily.

"The Namekians have so many powerful warriors?"

Frieza's voice carried a barely perceptible hint of wavering.

As the emperor of the universe, he had seen countless races, but he had never encountered so many warriors with a combat power of over 100,000.

Even his most elite Ginyu Force has crumbled under the siege of numerous Namekian warriors, leaving only Captain Ginyu struggling to hold on.

Piccolo hovered directly in front of Frieza, his green skin gleaming with a metallic sheen under the light of the three Namekian suns.

He keenly caught Frieza's momentary lapse in concentration and unhesitatingly gathered all his energy.

"Go to hell, Frieza!"

Piccolo roared, crossing his arms in front of his chest, and a dazzling beam of energy suddenly erupted—Magic Flash!

Frieza's pupils suddenly contracted, and her petite body was instantly lifted into the air.

The moment he left, the luxurious baby carriage, a symbol of his elegant taste, was bombarded by the magic flash and turned into countless metal dust, which scattered with the wind.

"Didi dididi——"

Frieza hurriedly pressed the button on the combat power detector, and the numbers on the instrument jumped wildly: "1000 5000 10000 BOOM!"

The detector exploded amidst a piercing alarm, and fragments scattered from Frieza's fingers.

Frieza slowly raised his head, re-examining the green warrior before him, his tone tinged with admiration: "Truly astonishing combat power. It seems to have exceeded the detector's limits, probably at least over 100,000, perhaps even stronger than Ginyu."

He elegantly adjusted his collar.

"However, this is precisely why I'm willing to take action personally. If you lose, how about submitting to me? I've always valued talent."

Piccolo snorted coldly, his muscles suddenly tensing: "So even if you lose, you'll still submit to me?"

Before he could finish speaking, he had already transformed into a green lightning bolt and attacked.

Frieza clearly hadn't expected his opponent to launch such a sudden and unsportsmanlike attack.

As a self-proclaimed elegant cosmic emperor, he was used to having a "polite" exchange before a battle. Piccolo's no-nonsense fighting style caught him off guard. Such a gentlemanly villain rarely encountered such an unruly opponent.

In his haste, Frieza raised his arm to block, but was still thrown backward dozens of meters by the punch, carving two deep furrows in the ground.

"interesting."

Frieza shook his numb arm, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"It's been a long time since anyone has been able to make me feel pain."

Despite Frieza's first form having a power level of 53, and Piccolo only having a power level of 50 after assimilating Nail, their actual combat performance exceeded Frieza's expectations.

According to the fighting rules of the Dragon Ball world, a difference of 1.3 times in fighting power is enough to cause an overwhelming defeat, and a difference greater than that can result in an instant kill.

However, Piccolo, with his rich combat experience and exquisite tactical skills, managed to fight Frieza to a standstill.

"How can it be"

Frieza was secretly alarmed during the gap in his parry.

Apart from his father, King Cold, and his brother, Cooler, he has never encountered an opponent who can rival his first form.

This means that the Namekian in front of us likely has a combat power close to 50.

Without the precise measurement of a combat power detector, Frieza could only estimate this astonishing number based on his intuition. Piccolo grew increasingly fierce in battle, his punches and kicks raining down like raindrops.

His combat experience far surpasses that of Frieza—Frieza has always relied on absolute strength to overwhelm his opponents and rarely needs to truly study combat techniques; even his sparring with his father and brothers is mostly limited to a few exchanges.

Piccolo, on the other hand, was a warrior honed in life-or-death battles and quickly adapted to Frieza's attack patterns.

"What's wrong, Emperor of the Universe? Is this all you've got?"

Piccolo scoffed, delivering a powerful punch to Frieza's cheek.

Frieza was sent flying several meters by the punch, his face burning with pain.

What hurt him even more was his pride—as the emperor of the universe, he had his face slapped by a “lower race.”

Anger surged within him like magma.

"Damn green-skinned bastards!"

Frieza roared and thrust his hands out, unleashing a massive ball of energy.

The massive explosion forced Piccolo to retreat and defend.

His body began to undergo terrifying changes—his originally petite body swelled up like an inflatable balloon, his limbs stretched out in a way that defied anatomy, his muscles grew exponentially, and he eventually became a terrifying figure three meters tall.

Second form!
Combat power surpasses one million!
A terrifying shockwave erupted from Frieza, and Piccolo was slammed to the ground by an unseen force before he could react.

The delicate balance that had been maintained was completely shattered, and the absolute power disparity rendered any technique meaningless.

"Now, let me see if you can still be so arrogant."

Frieza's voice became deep and resonant, with a chilling echo.

With almost no suspense, the battle turned into a one-sided crushing defeat.

Piccolo's energy blast, launched with all his might, was casually swatted away by Frieza. The next second, Frieza appeared in front of Piccolo and delivered a powerful punch to his abdomen.

Piccolo spat out a mouthful of green blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a distant hill before barely coming to a stop.

Frieza didn't kill them; he still needed to get the whereabouts of the Dragon Balls from the Namekians.

He slowly landed beside Piccolo, looking down at his opponent who was struggling to stand up.

Frieza stomped on his chest: "Tell me where the Dragon Balls are, and maybe I can make your death easier."

The Namekian warriors around them tried to rush to their aid, but Frieza simply waved his hand, and an energy wave sent them all flying.

Piccolo hid behind a rock in the distance, his fists clenched but powerless—his fighting ability was negligible in the face of these monsters.

Piccolo, despite being severely injured, remained stubbornly silent.

He is indeed the strongest Namekian in terms of fighting power, but he is not the ruler here, and he has no idea of ​​the exact location of the Dragon Balls.

However, out of Namekian pride, he would rather die than submit to this cosmic demon.

"Keep dreaming, Frieza."

Piccolo gritted his teeth, green blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"You'll never get the Dragon Balls."

Frieza's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, and he increased the pressure on his feet, Piccolo's ribs making a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

(End of this chapter)