Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1670 Defeat
He even deliberately made his breathing rapid and disordered, and the green flames shining around him flickered, perfectly portraying the illusion of exhaustion and defeat in his escape.

Every detail was meticulously calculated, even the few drops of green blood that splattered when he was grazed by Frieza's air blade were all part of his plan—all of this was to lure the proud cosmic emperor into a trap.

"Trying to escape? How naive!"

Frieza's cold laughter pierced the sky like an icicle.

In his view, although this Namekian was somewhat troublesome, he had finally run out of tricks.

The hasty escape, the chaotic breathing, and even the gradually weakening aura all proclaimed the opponent's defeat.

He had seen this scene far too many times; every enemy who tried to escape from him would eventually turn into dust in the universe.

He let out a long roar, and his body surged with purplish-red flames. His figure transformed into a dazzling yet deadly streak of light, chasing after the enemy at a speed several times faster than before.

Wherever it passed, the atmosphere was torn apart, the clouds were pierced, and even space itself was slightly distorted.

In the blink of an eye, he had closed the distance to within a hundred meters of Bick—a distance that was almost equivalent to face-to-face for warriors of their caliber.

However, just as Frieza's claws were about to touch Piccolo's back—

"It's now!"

Bick, who had been "fleeing in a sorry state," suddenly stopped.

His body twisted at an angle that almost defied the laws of physics, and all his strength and energy were incredibly condensed and compressed in a fraction of a second.

That is a fighting instinct honed through countless trials and tribulations, a unique skill honed by Earth's martial artists after numerous life-and-death battles.

The muscles in his right arm were bulging and knotted, with veins bulging like dragons, radiating a terrifying and destructive energy wave.

That blazing white light was no longer just the outward emission of gas, but a highly concentrated, almost materialized crystallization of energy!
Earth martial artists excel at deception and various ingenious tactical combinations. This is a kind of combat wisdom that Frieza, who is used to relying on absolute strength to crush opponents and has never experienced a truly evenly matched battle, simply cannot understand!
This courage and shrewdness in seeking opportunities to counterattack in extreme adversity is something that cold data and combat power figures can never measure.

Frieza's golden pupils suddenly contracted, and for the first time, a look of astonishment and horror appeared on his face.

He had no idea that this Namekian, who seemed to be at his wit's end, had been preparing for this earth-shattering counterattack all along!

But by the time he realized this, it was too late.

The inertia from the high-speed impact left him no time to change his move or defend; he could only watch helplessly as the destructive light rapidly magnified before his eyes.

Piccolo roared hoarsely, his hand blade enveloped in blazing white energy that had been condensed to its limit, transforming into eight terrifying slashes that almost overlapped each other!
This move is derived from his most proficient skill, but its power and sophistication have been elevated to several levels.

Each strike contained power enough to tear stars apart. The eight slashes were not simply repetitions, but rather targeted the eight most vulnerable points in Frieza's energy flow within microseconds!
Swift, precise, and ruthless!
Like eight bolts of lightning tearing through the night sky, they all struck Frieza squarely in the chest, leaving him completely unprepared!

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
The eight deafening explosions almost merged into a long and terrifying roar. The shockwave generated by the energy collision spread out in a ring in all directions, forcibly lowering the ground below by tens of meters!

Frieza coughed up a mouthful of purple blood, feeling as if his internal organs had been ripped apart. His body was sent flying backward at a speed even faster than during the chase, as if he had been hit head-on by the main cannon of a starship! His body crashed to the ground like a meteorite, smashing through dozens of towering mountains in the distance. Each mountain was shattered by his out-of-control energy and powerful physique. Finally, he was buried deep beneath a vast expanse of rubble and ruins, the dust he kicked up forming a huge mushroom cloud that shot into the sky.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the aftershocks of energy still hissed and crackled in the air.

Bick hovered in mid-air, breathing heavily, his right arm trembling slightly uncontrollably.

That attack had drained most of his strength, and he felt a faint burning pain in his meridians.

He stared intently at the ruins, his eyes filled with a profound solemnity.

It was a success, but... it's far from enough.

He knew very well that although Frieza's aura fluctuated briefly after being injured, it quickly stabilized again and remained enormous and suffocating.

The two sides' combat capabilities have not yet diverged significantly. Although this all-out tactical sneak attack severely damaged the opponent, it was far from determining the course of the battle.

Sure enough, the next second, a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine erupted from the depths of the ruins.

Boom!

Billions of tons of rubble covering the earth's surface were blasted into the sky by an incomparably powerful force, like a reversed meteor shower.

Frieza's figure slowly rose into the air, purple blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. Several clear cracks appeared on his body, and there was even a terrible, slightly dented mark on his chest, with the surrounding skin charred black. Clearly, the attack had caused him real damage.

But in contrast, there was a chilling killing intent in his eyes that seemed to solidify into reality.

"Damn Namekians!!!"

Frieza's roar shook the surrounding area. He raised his hand and pointed, and a scarlet beam of death shot towards Piccolo at a speed beyond visual perception!

Despite his physical weakness, Piccolo suddenly dodged to the side. The beam of death grazed his shoulder and left a bottomless hole in the distant mountains behind him.

But Frieza's attacks came one after another. With his other hand, he grabbed at the air, and Piccolo immediately felt the air around him become as hard as steel. An invisible force imprisoned him in mid-air!
"Oops!"

Piccolo was shocked; it was Frieza's superpower!

In the instant he struggled, the second death beam was fired. This time, Frieza held nothing back, and the beam's penetrating power reached its limit!
Piccolo had no way to dodge and could only watch helplessly as the crimson light pierced through his abdomen!
"Ugh!!!"

The intense pain caused Bick to scream in agony, and cold sweat instantly soaked his body, with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Although Namekians possess powerful regenerative abilities, repairing such severe injuries requires enormous physical strength and energy, which is precisely what he currently lacks most.

(End of this chapter)