Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1668 Frieza: They charged forward shouting about bonds, friendship, and hope.
Golden flames erupted like boiling sun fire, enveloping his strong body. The immense energy stirred the atmosphere, creating a howling whirlwind.

This is not merely an accumulation of quantity, but a qualitative change at the level of life!

"Do you think that's all the Namekians' power is?"

Bick's voice was like a booming bell, steady yet full of pressure.

"You can never understand what kind of miracles can be born when a nation entrusts all its hopes, hatred, and strength to one person without reservation!"

Frieza truly couldn't understand it.

Throughout his long career of conquest, he destroyed countless civilizations and crushed countless hopes.

In his view, Bick's declaration at this moment was as childish and ridiculous as the stories of weak lives desperately crying out for laughable bonds and illusory friendships, and then attempting to burn their insignificant selves to challenge giants.

He was born powerful, and his race stood at the pinnacle of the universe. They never needed to, and would never, place their hopes on others!
"Hmph! A boring racial tragedy!"

Frieza scoffed, his eyes filled with cold mockery.

"Then let me extinguish this last glimmer of your 'miracle' with my own hands!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure blurred instantly, almost exceeding the limits of visual perception. He appeared directly in front of Piccolo as if he had jumped through space, and delivered an extremely fierce high kick straight to Piccolo's head. The wind from his leg tore through the air and emitted a piercing shriek!

Bick's reaction speed far exceeded Frieza's expectations.

Just as that powerful kick, capable of shattering stars, was about to strike his head, Piccolo's arm parried upwards with almost precognitive precision.

boom--!
The dull thud was like two metal mountains colliding, and the shockwave spread violently in a ring in all directions, carving a deep trench into the already ravaged ground in the distance.

Frieza felt as if he had kicked a towering, ancient mountain range. The opponent's body remained motionless, but instead, he felt a tremendous force rebounding from it, causing his calf to go numb.

"what?!"

Frieza's contempt was instantly replaced by astonishment and doubt.

Although his attack was not at full strength, it was still far superior to his previous form, yet his opponent took it so easily.
Piccolo's blocking arm suddenly pressed down, his five fingers gripping Frieza's ankle like steel pincers.

Frieza reacted swiftly, using the recoil from the collision to flip backward rapidly, narrowly avoiding the capture, and landing lightly on the ground. However, compared to his previous composed demeanor, he now appeared more serious.

"The speed is good, and the strength has also improved a lot."

Bick swung his arm, his tone as calm as if he were giving a comment.

"Unfortunately, combat is not just about piling up data."

"Insanity!"

Frieza was thoroughly enraged by the teacher-like tone. He had roamed the universe for many years and had never been so disrespected. Golden flames erupted, and the ground around him shattered inch by inch.

He vanished again, this time even faster, leaving trails of afterimages in the air as he launched a storm of attacks from all directions.

Punches, kicks, elbows, knees—each attack contained terrifying power capable of destroying a planet. Crimson beams of death, like the forked tongue of a venomous snake, were unexpectedly fired amidst close-quarters combat, insidious and deadly.

Piccolo's figure seemed to have become the core of the storm's eye.

He doesn't possess Frieza's dazzling speed, but his perception and reaction are perfectly coordinated.

Every movement he made was concise and efficient; his nimble maneuvers precisely evaded the deadly energy beams, while his attacks on Frieza were either parried, deflected, or countered with cleverly angled collisions. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The dense sounds of flesh colliding were like thousands of thunderclaps exploding simultaneously, almost forming a continuous chorus.

The two figures crisscrossed wildly in the air and on the ground, each collision causing the earth to groan and the sky to tremble.

The surging air currents and dissipating energy completely transformed this area into a no-go zone for life.

Frieza grew increasingly apprehensive as the fight progressed.

He could clearly sense that the opponent's absolute energy intensity was still slightly lower than his current 3000 million, but in actual combat, he couldn't gain any advantage.

The opponent's combat skills, timing, and predictive abilities far exceeded expectations. They were like a perfect weapon born for battle, always able to neutralize his attacks at minimal cost and launch sharp counterattacks from time to time, forcing him to retreat to defense.

"Magic Flash!"

After cleverly parrying Frieza's powerful punch, Piccolo seized the fleeting opening, instantly bringing his hands to his waist. Brilliant energy rapidly gathered and then he unleashed a powerful thrust!

A massive, golden beam of energy roared toward Frieza's face, its density and speed of impact far exceeding any previous attack!
Frieza's pupils contracted, and he crossed his arms in front of him, his deep red flames condensing into a shield.

boom--! ! !
The Flash of Deception slammed solidly into Frieza's defenses, propelling him backward and carving two deep, charred furrows in the ground that stretched for kilometers!

A violent energy explosion engulfed him.

However, Frieza's figure slowly emerged from the smoke and dust.

His arm armor had minor cracks, making him look somewhat disheveled, but he had not suffered any real serious injury.

He slowly lowered his arm, his expression shifting from shock and anger to an extreme coldness and ferocity.

"Very good...really very good..."

Frieza's voice was terrifyingly deep, and the surrounding air almost froze because of his boiling murderous intent.

"I admit, I underestimated you, Namekian. Your skills are indeed exquisitely annoying."

He lightly brushed the dust off his arm, his pupils shrinking to dangerous pinpoints.

"But the game must end. Skill is meaningless in the face of absolute power!"

An even more terrifying energy erupted from Frieza's body like a tsunami, golden flames soaring into the sky, their color becoming even deeper, almost like dark gold!

The space around him began to distort, tiny arcs of electricity leaped and flickered in the flames, and large chunks of rock defied gravity, levitating before being crushed into cosmic dust the instant they approached his aura.

His combat power is skyrocketing, climbing towards an even higher limit!
"Just feel it, this despairing gap!"

Frieza laughed wildly, his body slightly lowered, assuming a posture for a full-force attack.

"I will crush you in the way you are most proud!"

Piccolo's expression became more serious than ever before. He could sense that Frieza was unleashing more power, and his energy level would soon surpass his own.

He adopted Namek's strongest fighting stance, unleashing his full power without reservation. Green energy intertwined with golden flames, making him appear as if a war god had descended.

(End of this chapter)