Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

They practiced for another three hours.

Solo has fully adapted to 20 times the gravity.

The pressure on my body felt as light as a feather.

At the same time, Solo's fighting ability has also increased significantly.

From 2000 to 3000!

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Crench!"

The metal door opened.

"Huh?" Bulma stood outside the door and saw Zoro coming out of the gravity training room. She quickly asked curiously, "Zoro, didn't you go to challenge Krillin? When did you come back?"

"I'll be back after the fight." Solo smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Krillin must have been beaten up pretty badly, right?" Bulma asked with a smile, tilting her head.

"More or less." Solo's lips curled into a bright smile. "But the next one to suffer tragedy should be Piccolo."

"You...you're going to fight Piccolo again?" Bulma was speechless, hands on her hips.

"I'm leaving!" Solo leaped into the air, his body hovering in mid-air.

He waved goodbye to Bulma.

Let's observe 10 seconds of silence for Bick!

Bulma: "..."

Bulma stood there, looking up at the direction Solo had flown away.

How did you know I was going to observe 10 seconds of silence for Bick?

Bulma's lips twitched, and she lowered her head, silently counting to ten in her mind.

……

10 minutes later.

Solo arrived above a desolate valley, the area where Piccolo often trained.

Solo hovered high in the air, arms crossed, looking down at the people below.

Bick was currently hovering 10 meters above the ground, sitting cross-legged with his hands on his knees.

He closed his eyes and practiced meditation.

The Qi flowed slowly around his body, creating subtle air currents.

Seemingly sensing a presence above him, Piccolo immediately opened his eyes, rolled his eyes upward, and looked up at Solo.

"Solo!" Piccolo's face darkened, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

His brow furrowed slightly.

What's this guy doing here for no reason?

I don't remember ever provoking him!

Bick emerged from his meditative state, his feet touching the ground as he stood on a rock.

"You...do you need something?" Bick asked warily, his eyes fixed on Solo.

"Nothing serious." Solo smiled slightly, slowly descending from the air and standing on a rock opposite Piccolo. "I was bored, so I thought I'd have a match with you."

Piccolo: "..."

Bick's face turned green with fright, his green skin showing through a layer of paleness.

You, with such high combat power, come here to challenge me to a duel?

Isn't this bullying?

Bick's back tensed slightly, and his fist clenched involuntarily.

“Your current combat power is about 4000.” Solo said with a smile and a relaxed tone, “I’ll lower my combat power to about 3000 and fight you.”

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Chapter 30 just had a bad feeling.

Bick's lips twitched, and he remained silent.

His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his gaze swept back and forth across Solo's face twice.

Your previous combat power... appeared to be only 1000, but your actual combat power was 5.

You want to lower your combat power to 3000 and fight me now?

Do you think I believe that?

If I believed even one word of yours, I wouldn't be Piccolo Daimaou.

Bick raised his chin slightly, his face expressionless.

"Sorry," Bick said curtly, his voice indifferent, "I'm busy."

"Do you know what the consequences are of refusing someone who blinded Vegeta with their Flash Jutsu?" Solo chuckled mockingly, tilting his head as he looked at Piccolo.

Bick's face froze, and his expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

His pupils contracted sharply, and a faint swallowing sound escaped his throat.

I almost forgot about something so important.

Bick looked away from Solo's face and gazed at the distant horizon.

Then it turned back.

"Well... I'd be happy to oblige." Bick quickly changed his tune, his voice a few decibels lower than before.

He pushed off the rocks with his feet, his body sprang backward, and he landed in an open space.

Solo followed and stood opposite him.

The two were about 15 meters apart.

The wind in the valley passed between the two, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Battle is imminent.

"Demon Flash!"

"Special Beam Cannon!"

"what"

Accompanied by Bick's shouts.

Finally, Solo kicked Piccolo in the chest.

Bick's body flew backward, smashing through two rocks before crashing heavily to the ground.

Solo was also panting heavily, his chest heaving, feeling waves of exhaustion.

In this battle, without activating [Combat Power x50], Solo's energy was almost completely depleted.

He also sustained minor injuries.

After all, it's still very dangerous for someone with a combat power of 3000 to fight Piccolo, who has a power of nearly 4000.

Without further hesitation, Solo immediately pressed the skill button for [Combat Power x50].

The power within his body surged instantly, and the feeling of fatigue vanished.

Bick isn't a completely good person yet; he hasn't experienced the baptism of death.

What if they suddenly launch a counterattack while I'm weakened...

When the [Combat Power x50] skill button was lit up, Solo felt a sense of security and the muscles in his back relaxed.

He straightened up and dusted himself off.

“Not bad, Piccolo.” Solo praised Piccolo, giving him a thumbs up. “Truly remarkable.”

Piccolo: "..."

Bick lay on the ground, limbs outstretched, his chest still aching.

He didn't want to speak, so he looked up at the sky, watching the white clouds drift by.

“You’re still the 101st person to make me feel tired!” Solo gave Piccolo a thumbs up with a genuine smile on his face.

Bick was slightly taken aback.

"Who are the first 100?" Bick asked curiously.

"No comment!" Solo replied curtly.

Piccolo gave Solo a deep look, his eyes darted around, and his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Bick felt it too during this battle.

Solo did indeed suppress his own combat power to around 3000; he didn't cheat.

Every punch and kick was delivered with precise force, never exceeding the required range.

But what puzzled Bick was why he would do such a thing?

What's the point of doing this?

Bick frowned slightly, his gaze lingering on Solo's face for two seconds.

“Train hard!” Solo smiled, his tone becoming serious. “Namek is not as simple as you think! If you don’t want to die, you’ll have to defeat me.”

"You... what do you know?" Bick asked hurriedly, sitting up from the ground and staring intently at Solo.

"I just have a bad feeling." Solo shook his head slightly, looking up at the distant sky.

Without saying anything more, he immediately took to the air.