Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1667 The Final Form with 3000 Million Battle Power

The terrifying energy fluctuations spread out as if they were tangible, instantly freezing the atmosphere of the entire Namekian battlefield.

A suffocating sense of oppression filled the air, and the earth trembled slightly under this force, as if in fear of some terrifying being.

"You'll regret forcing me to reveal this form, Namekian."

Frieza's voice became hoarse and heavy, like an echo from the abyss, each syllable carrying a chilling malice.

Piccolo struck a perfect fighting stance, his emerald green skin gleaming with a metallic sheen in the dim light.

An unprecedented solemnity flashed in his eyes as he keenly sensed that the enemy before him had undergone a qualitative change.

Not only did Frieza become even more muscular and ferocious, but the evil aura emanating from him also increased exponentially, his pure malice almost solidifying into a physical form.

However, the battle broke out at that moment.

Frieza confidently raised his finger, and a crimson beam of death shot out at a speed beyond visual perception.

This was a fatal attack he launched from his index finger; countless powerful figures had been reduced to ashes by this move.

But Bick merely raised an eyebrow, and in that fraction of a second, his body shifted to the side with incredible speed, perfectly avoiding the fatal blow.

The next second, he completely disappeared from Frieza's sight.

"Nani?"

Frieza's bloodshot eyes widened, and his 212 million power level sensory ability was completely unable to detect Piccolo's movements.

This is incredible!

"Behind you!"

Bick's icy voice was like the whisper of death.

A heavy chop landed precisely on the back of Frieza's neck, the terrifying force catching the alien Frieza completely off guard.

He plummeted from the sky like a meteor, leaving a tragic trail in the air.

Piccolo gave him no chance to catch his breath, and the Namekian warrior caught up with the falling Frieza at an even faster pace.

At this moment, every punch Piccolo threw embodied the anger and sorrow of the entire Namekian people—the memories and emotions of his compatriots who had voluntarily assimilated with him were boiling in his blood.

"Taste the Namekian's wrath!"

With a roar, Bick's fists rained down.

Every strike hit Frieza's vital points with pinpoint accuracy, showcasing the essence of Namekian combat art to its fullest extent.

Frieza's monstrous, hard shell finally shattered with a mournful cry, and purplish-black blood gushed from the cracks, staining his silvery-white body with a foul hue.

He was forced into retreat, and for the first time, an incredulous look of panic appeared on his狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face.

Even in this form that he thought was invincible, he was completely unable to withstand the Namekian's ferocious offensive!
"Damn ants—!"

Frieza roared in disarray, his hands suddenly clenching together, and a massive energy sphere, large enough to devour mountains, suddenly condensed, its destructive power forcefully repelling Piccolo, who was pressing in front of him.

Taking advantage of the brief moment, he retreated rapidly, his distorted face contorted with an even more terrifying malice. "You're strong, Namekians... disgustingly strong!"

Frieza's voice trembled with rage, "But I will make you regret your very birth in endless fear!"

Piccolo landed steadily, his keen senses like the most sophisticated radar, clearly capturing the dramatic changes taking place within Frieza's body—a terrifying energy far beyond imagination was being compressed and transformed wildly, as if some slumbering ancient beast was awakening.

He could have taken the opportunity to interrupt the process, but his pride led him to choose silence.

He stood tall on the vast earth, like an ancient reef, waiting for his opponent to reach his strongest form.

He wanted to make this arrogant cosmic emperor understand that no matter what form he took, it was all in vain before him!
Frieza's body underwent a horrifying transformation.

The once massive, mountain-like alien body began to shrink, its bones emitting a teeth-grinding cracking sound. A streamlined form replaced its original ferocious gigantism, every inch of muscle containing explosive power. The overall shape became more refined and deadly, like a perfect weapon born for slaughter.

Frieza in his final form descends upon Namek.

Contrary to popular belief, Frieza was not displaying his overwhelming 6000 million power level at this moment—that was at the level he was using when he was using 50% of his power.

Now, he has just completed his transformation, and his power has stabilized at a terrifying level of 3000 million.

Even so, this power is enough to plunge most of the so-called strong in the universe into despair.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting,"

Frieza's voice became unusually calm, yet more chilling than any roar, his icy killing intent almost freezing the air. "Now, let's begin the real 'game'."

He casually raised his hand, tapped his index finger, and a deep red beam of death instantly tore through space. Its speed far exceeded any previous attack, and the trajectory of death was aimed directly at Piccolo's heart.

This time, Bick's presence could not be completely avoided.

Boom——! ! !
The deafening explosion swallowed up all other sounds. A huge fireball soared into the air, accompanied by a destructive energy shockwave that raged wildly. Smoke and debris swept across the entire battlefield like a tsunami, and the earth was scraped away several meters deep.

"So what? An ant is still an ant."

Frieza hovered in mid-air, looking down triumphantly at his masterpiece, convinced that this attack had reduced that wretched Namekian to cosmic dust.

However, amidst the smoke and dust, a calm voice pierced through the aftershocks of the explosion, freezing the smile on Frieza's lips instantly: "Not so good."

Bick's figure slowly emerged from the billowing smoke and dust.

His special weighted suit was tattered and hanging loosely from the terrible impact, but his exposed green skin only showed some burn marks and was not seriously injured.

He moved his neck and arm joints, producing a series of crisp popping sounds.

"It seems I have to get a little more serious."

Piccolo grinned, a smile that mingled with pure fervor for the fight, absolute confidence in his own strength, and a chilling determination to avenge his entire nation.

"Nani?!"

Frieza's golden pupils suddenly contracted, almost unable to believe his eyes.

This Namekian actually withstood the Death Beam of his final form almost unharmed with his bare body.
This completely overturned his understanding of inferior civilizations!
Bick slowly tore off the tattered pieces of his loadout suit and casually tossed them on the ground.

With these limiters removed, his aura began to surge at an astonishing rate!
(End of this chapter)