Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1672 Gaining the upper hand
On the vast, desolate land of Namek, Frieza's cold laughter was as chilling as ice.

He looked down at Bick, who was being trampled under his feet, his eyes filled with mockery and cruelty.

"What's wrong, Namekian? Didn't you say you were going to defeat me?"

Frieza's foot slammed into Piccolo's chest, producing a sickening cracking sound.

Piccolo groaned in pain, his Namekian-specific green skin dull and lifeless from his injuries. He tried to struggle, but all his strength had been exhausted in the previous fierce battle.

Piccolo, witnessing all this from a short distance away, felt a resolute thought welling up within him. If he could assimilate with Piccolo at this moment, combining the power of two Namekian warriors, perhaps he could truly stand up to Frieza.

However, reality was despairing—both were severely injured and far apart. He could only drag his broken body and crawl with difficulty on the scorched earth using his still-capable arms, each inch forward accompanied by excruciating pain.

Frieza's tail coiled around Piccolo's neck like a venomous snake, slowly lifting his already weakened opponent. He gracefully raised his right hand, his fingertips gathering a chilling purple light, aimed directly at Piccolo's heart.

"It's time to end this, you stubborn Namekians."

He said it softly, with a nauseating pleasure in his voice.

Just at this critical moment, a golden aura descended from the sky like a meteor!

"stop!"

With that angry shout, a figure rushed forward at a speed beyond the limits of visual perception.

Before Frieza could even react, he was struck hard in the face with a heavy punch, and his entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, carving a trench hundreds of meters long in the ground.

The warrior who suddenly appeared gently caught Piccolo as he was about to fall to the ground, his movements so gentle that they were completely different from his previous ferocity.

"Are you okay?"

Gohan asked with concern, clearly not recognizing that the Namekian in front of him was Piccolo—the tattered battle suit made Piccolo indistinguishable from an ordinary Namekian, and in Gohan's eyes, the appearance of this race was indeed quite similar.

Bick stared at the young man in shock, utterly incredulous.

Son Gohan?
Now he actually possesses the power to knock Frieza away?
"Damn it, who is it this time?"

Frieza roared as he leaped into the air from the ruins, his face filled with anger and confusion.

He already has a combat power of 50 million, so how could anyone in the universe possibly be able to hurt him?

What annoyed him even more was that every time he was enjoying his victory, someone would inconsiderately interrupt his mood.

"You should have a good rest."

Gohan gently placed Piccolo on the ground, then looked up at Frieza in the air, his eyes sharpening.

"Saiyan?"

Frieza squinted, sizing up the uninvited guest.

He had never seen a human being, and there were very few races in the entire universe that resembled Saiyans in appearance.

Although the origin was guessed wrong, the conclusion was surprisingly correct—Son Gohan does indeed have Saiyan blood.

"No, all Saiyans should be dead, except for Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz."

Frieza muttered to himself, clearly remembering that he had personally destroyed Planet Vegeta.

So where did this Saiyan come from?

Regardless of anything else, any Saiyan must be eliminated.

Although Frieza outwardly scoffed at the Super Saiyan legends circulating within his tribe, a subtle but persistent apprehension lingered deep within him. He would not tolerate any potential threat, preferring to kill a thousand innocent people rather than let one guilty person go free.

Gohan keenly sensed the evil aura emanating from Frieza, which was so powerful it was suffocating, but compared to Gohan at this moment, it was only about equal.

The now-adult Son Gohan has shed the weakness and hesitation of his youth. He doesn't waste any words and takes direct action.

Suddenly, the ki around Son Gohan was compressed rapidly in a spiral motion, forming a unique airflow turbine effect, which then burst out in an instant.

This wasn't teleportation, but it produced a nearly similar effect—his speed was so fast that he almost disappeared from sight.

Frieza's pupils contracted sharply, and before he could react, he felt a barrage of heavy blows raining down on him.

Gohan's punches and kicks were imbued with golden flames, each strike containing terrifying power, precisely hitting Frieza's vital points.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Frieza let out a painful howl, and his handsome face instantly turned bruised and swollen.

As the emperor of the universe, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

In a fit of rage, he unleashed his inner energy, attempting to tear the Saiyan before him to shreds.

However, Gohan's movements were fluid and graceful, allowing him to easily maneuver through Frieza's ferocious attacks.

His fighting style is quite similar to Goku's, but with an added touch of precision and restraint.

Years of training and combat experience have shaped him into a true warrior, no longer relying on emotional outbursts, but rather on superb combat skills and calm judgment.

"How can it be"

Piccolo struggled to prop himself up, watching the fight in disbelief.

In the air, Frieza gradually recovered from his initial shock and began to take this unexpected opponent seriously.

His combat power steadily increased, and the pressure emanating from his body continued to rise, even causing the atmosphere to hum.

"No matter who you are, you must die today!"

Frieza roared, unleashing a barrage of deadly beams of energy from both hands, the dense energy pouring down like a torrential downpour.

Son Gohan remained calm and collected, choosing not to take the attack head-on, but instead weaving and dodging through the dense rain of energy. His movements were unpredictable, like a butterfly dancing on a blade.

Each death beam would just miss its target, exploding upon impact with the ground and leaving behind massive craters on Namek's surface.

Frieza was annoyed by the mosquito that he couldn't swat, while Gohan had already silently approached.

The turbocharged fist once again gathered energy, this time with even more concentrated air pressure, and you could almost see the spiraling airflow rotating and compressing on Son Gohan's right fist.

"boom!"

A powerful punch struck Frieza squarely in the abdomen. The force of the impact exploded, and the intense spiraling power caused Frieza to cough up blood. He never expected that this Saiyan's punch would be so deadly; even his powerful defensive energy barrier couldn't completely withstand it.

"Impossible! How could a Saiyan be so strong? Who exactly are you?"

Frieza finally realized something was wrong.

In his eyes, Saiyans were always just toys to be played with at will, and even the most powerful Vegeta was nothing more than a dog under his command.

But the strength of the warrior before him far exceeded his understanding of the Saiyan race.

(End of this chapter)