Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, I'm even more eccentric than Goku!

Chapter 262 The Emperor of Evil Came from Hell

Frieza struggled, his body trembling, his muscles stretched to the limit. After a period of roaring, his power finally overwhelmed the destruction, tearing the destructive force off his body.

A sinister glint flashed in Frieza's eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, he flung the remaining destructive force away.

The energy coiled around Sun Wukong's body like a living thing, and then the destructive energy enveloped him.

"Frieza, what are you doing?!" Goku gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, desperately trying to prevent that power from eroding him.

Frieza glanced at him and sneered, "What can I do? I just want you to experience a tiny fraction of my pain—"

Wukong struggled fiercely.

This kind of damage won't hurt Frieza or Goku; it will only get him into trouble.

At the same time, Frieza turned around to face the dozen or so enemies surrounding them. His blood-red pupils reflected their faces, and a cruel smile slowly spread across his face.

"Perfect timing! It's been so long since I've killed anyone, my hands are itching!"

The King of Evil awoke, and a chill swept through the air—

Everyone sensed the killing intent.

The next moment, Frieza's figure vanished rapidly, and death beams shot out from every angle, accurately piercing the vital points of every enemy.

Screams rang out, followed by several sharp, piercing sounds, and the flower garden was transformed into a slaughterhouse.

Someone tried to fight back, but before the energy blast could even leave their hand, Frieza's tail severed their hand and arm in one fell swoop.

Someone tried to escape, but was pierced through the body by a single blow the moment they turned around.

Screams rose and fell, and blood bloomed in the dark mist.

In less than ten breaths, more than a dozen assassins from other universes fell to the ground, their limbs and bodies scattered everywhere, their deaths gruesome.

Frieza, suspended above the pile of corpses and covered in blood, looked more sinister than the most terrifying demon.

He was more terrifying than the devil; the devil wasn't even worthy of carrying his shoes.

Frieza licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, sneered, and said, "Oh ho ho ho ho, is that all?"

What a bunch of useless trash! They didn't even let me have any fun!

At that moment, Wukong finally broke free from the mass of destruction, his face filled with rage.

Frieza also looked at Goku with a serious expression.

"Oh ho ho ho, want to fight again?"

Sun Wukong threw a punch at Frieza, and Frieza was not to be outdone, so the two started fighting again.

However, after only a few rounds, Sun Mo arrived.

"Stop hitting him."

Sun Wukong wanted to explain to Sun Mo, but Sun Mo raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Time is running out. Come back with me now, have something to eat, and get ready for a tough battle."

The three arrived at the palace of the fortune teller.

The white-haired fortune teller had been waiting for a long time. Upon seeing Frieza, she led him away from the underworld.

Capsule company.

The spacious area was bustling with people.

The moment Sun Mo landed with Sun Wukong and Frieza, everyone's eyes turned to them.

Vegeta leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. When he saw Frieza, a strong killing intent flashed in his eyes, but he didn't act on it.

Piccolo stood in the shadows, silently observing the former emperor of the universe.

Number 17 sat on a tree branch, glanced at it expressionlessly, and then looked away.

Master Roshi leaned on his cane, smiling broadly, seemingly lost in thought.

Majin Buu was chewing on a snack.

Number 18 walked up to Sun Mo and said calmly, "If you really call him here, are you sure he won't stab us in the back during the competition?"

Sun Mo answered decisively, "As long as we can win, it doesn't matter."

Upon hearing this, Frieza's lips curled into a dangerous smile.

"Looks like we're really in trouble—"

Bick counted the number of people.

Sun Mo, Android 18, Son Goku, Vegeta, Android 17, Frieza, Master Roshi, Majin Buu, Son Taku.

Including him and Bick, there are exactly ten people.

Apart from Master Roshi, who was just there to make up the numbers, the other nine are the strongest in the world.

This is considered the strongest configuration in Universe 7.

In fact, Sun Mo also made preparations for Krillin, in case Majin Buu fell asleep, Krillin would take over.

However, it doesn't seem to be Majin Buu's hibernation period right now; he's not sleeping.

We have gained another highly capable personnel.

Bulma came out of the house, looked at the ten warriors, and said with satisfaction, "Now that everyone is here, don't just stand there, come and eat."

There's still some time before the competition, so everyone should eat and drink well, rest properly, and conserve their energy.

The crowd filed in.

A super long table was piled high with all sorts of delicious food, steaming hot and fragrant.

"This time, I've spent a fortune to hire top chefs from all over the world. There's no limit to the food, so you absolutely must eat and drink to your heart's content."

"Wow, so much delicious food! It's even better than Satan's meals! I won't be polite!"

After saying that, Majin Buu was the first to pounce on the attack, his hands moving in both directions, his cheeks puffed out like two balloons.

Sun Wukong followed closely behind, his chopsticks flying as he ate large mouthfuls of meat.

Vegeta snorted and gave him a disdainful look, but his hands were not idle. He elegantly and quickly put meat into his mouth.

Bick didn't eat; he didn't need to. Instead, he took a bottle of water and sunbathed.

Under the sunlight, his energy will automatically recover to full.

Number 17 sat in the corner, taking small bites of various delicacies, something he rarely gets to eat here.

Master Roshi had a good appetite, but Lian Po was old and his appetite was limited.

Frieza sat at the very end of the table. He was dead; he didn't need to eat and had no appetite.

But Bulma still prepared a bottle of expensive red wine for him, which he drank alone.

In contrast to the warriors, Beerus grabbed a roasted lamb leg and stuffed it into his mouth, a style quite unlike his usual elegant demeanor.

Whis advised, "Lord Beerus, please eat slowly and elegantly!"

"What's with the elegance? We need to eat our fill before the Power Tournament."

"If I lose and am eliminated by the Omni-King, this will be my last meal."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Bulma urged, "What are you all standing there for? Eat! Eat up! Eat your fill so you can fight well!"

This team is incredibly chaotic, but also incredibly strong.

Time quickly came to the start of the match.

Weiss announced, "Alright, the competition is about to begin. Everyone, hold hands and let's go!"

The crowd joined hands and formed a circle around the city.

However, Frieza was somewhat taken aback.

"Are you kidding me? You want me to hold your hands?"

"I, Frieza, would never hold hands with you!"

At that moment, Beerus grabbed Frieza's hand and said, "Stop talking nonsense, hold on tight!"

Seeing that Beerus was so serious, Frieza dared not resist.

Just as he was about to see who was on the other side, Goku rushed over and grabbed Frieza's other hand.

"Frieza, hold on tight to me, don't cause trouble—"

Frieza felt an overwhelming sense of shame.

Fortunately, the High Priest acted quickly.

Almost as soon as everyone held hands and formed a circle, a flash of white light appeared, and in the next instant, they were teleported to the arena in the Boundless Realm.

Wukong exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, this arena is huge!"

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