Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

not bad!

Solo let out a long sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxed, and a smile appeared on his lips.

With a combat power of 100 million, plus the boost of [Combat Power x 500], the combat power can reach a height of 5 million.

It was already easy for them to beat Frieza.

Next, Solo must fulfill a wish.

A desire to survive in outer space.

His gaze deepened.

This is the Saiyans' weakness, and we must find a way to overcome it.

If one can survive in outer space, then one won't have to worry so much about encountering an opponent like Frieza in the future.

"Success!" The elder exclaimed, withdrawing his hand and leaning back in his chair. "And this time, the improvement is significant."

"Thank you, Elder." Solo said politely, bowing slightly.

“Over there…” The elder’s heart sank, his brows furrowed sharply, and a trace of pain flashed in his cloudy eyes. “Muri’s village, Frieza is hurting my children!”

His body trembled slightly, his fingers gripping the handrail tightly.

"I understand." Solo nodded solemnly, clenching his fist in front of him. "I'll go help right away."

"Thank you very much!" the elder said sincerely, his voice slightly choked with emotion.

He gave Bick a deep look, his lips moved a few times, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his cloudy eyes, revealing a look of wanting to say something but holding back.

"What do you want to say?" Bick asked calmly, raising his eyebrows slightly.

“Kadaz’s child…” the elder pondered.

“Just call me Piccolo,” Piccolo replied, raising his chin slightly.

“Alright, Mr. Piccolo.” The Elder sighed, his gaze turning serious. “When I was channeling energy into you just now, I learned some things about your past. If you can re-assimilate with the God of Earth and become one with him, your strength will increase dramatically, perhaps even surpassing Frieza. Even if Frieza has a power level of 1 million, he shouldn’t be your match.”

"You... what did you say?" Bick's pupils contracted slightly, a hint of shock flashing in them.

He immediately turned to look at Solo beside him, his gaze lingering on Solo's face for a second.

"Yes," the elder smiled, a confident curve forming at the corner of his mouth. "I'm not wrong."

"If I assimilate with the gods, will my strength surpass Frieza's?" Piccolo was deeply surprised, and his brows furrowed.

He then shook his head and crossed his arms.

"But it's too late to say all this now! Besides, I don't want to assimilate with that god!"

“Assimilate with me!” Nail suggested, stepping forward and looking directly at Piccolo, his hands hanging at his sides. “I am the only combat-type Namekian on Namek!”

"Assimilate to you?" Piccolo was slightly taken aback, his gaze sweeping over Naru from head to toe.

"Piccolo." Goku was already impatient, his fists clenched in front of him, his eyes gleaming. "You stay here and work on the assimilation process. Zoro and I are going to meet Frieza!"

After all, their combat power has increased so much.

Given Sun Wukong's personality, he had long wanted to challenge Frieza.

“Goku.” Piccolo shook his head and rolled his eyes at Goku. “Do you know what you’re saying? With your current energy levels, you’re still far behind Frieza.”

"I know the Kaioken." Goku grinned, his lips forming a wide smile. "I'll try the 20x Kaioken; my power level should increase to 6000 million. If that's still not enough for Frieza, I'll have to trouble Zoro."

"Power level 6000 million!" Piccolo's pupils shrank, having forgotten that Goku could use the Kaioken technique.

His lips twitched violently, and his gaze lingered on Sun Wukong for a second.

"Let's go, Zoro," Sun Wukong urged, rising into the air. "Let's get going!"

“Okay,” Solo readily agreed.

The two exchanged a glance, then turned and flew toward the door.

Neru stepped aside and watched their figures disappear through the doorway.

……

The village where Frieza lives.

Sunlight shone down from the directions of three suns simultaneously, making the blue lawn shine.

The air was filled with a burnt smell, and there were several charred marks on the ground from the energy bombs.

"You're talking nonsense!" Elder Muli roared, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger, his fists clenched. "The other elders will absolutely not hand over the Dragon Balls to you!"

Chapter 59 I just want immortality

“I have ways to make them obey orders obediently.” Frieza sneered, slightly raising his chin towards Sabo. “Sabo, let them experience it!”

"Yes!"

Sabo smiled slightly, tapped his toes in the air, and in a flash, appeared directly above an old Namekian man.

His figure blocked the sunlight overhead, casting a shadow on the ground.

The old man hadn't even had time to react; his pupils hadn't even had time to contract.

"boom!"

Sabo kicked down, his foot landing heavily on the Namekian's neck.

The sound of bones cracking exploded in the air, and the old man's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, rolling several times on the ground and crushing a blue blade of grass.

When the old man fell to the ground, his neck was twisted and deformed, tilted to one side at an impossible angle.

His eyes were still open, his pupils were dilated, and he died on the spot.

"You bastard!"

Another old man flew into a rage, his wrinkles furiously twisting together.

He charged toward Sabo, baring his teeth and brandishing his claws, waving his hands wildly in front of him, his steps faltering yet filled with a desperate resolve.

Sabo chuckled and casually tossed a Dragon Ball into the air; the orange-yellow sphere spun and rose into the sky.

He touched the ground with both feet, his body rose into the air, and he hovered high above.

After the Namekian old man rushed over, he immediately unleashed a beam of energy from his hand.

The flame was bright white and shot out from the palm of the hand with a sizzling sound.

"Boom!"

The energy flames directly enveloped one of Frieza's henchmen.

Frieza's henchman didn't even have time to scream before his body exploded in the flames, instantly killing him and sending blood and flesh fragments flying in all directions.

Sabo was high in the sky, looking down at the ground below.

He stretched out his hand, palm down, and energy shot out from it.

"Boom!"

The energy blast exploded on the Namekian old man, and orange-red flames engulfed his body.

The shockwave spread outwards, tearing away a large patch of blue turf.

When the smoke cleared, the old man's body was riddled with holes, his charred skin emitting wisps of smoke, and he had been blown to pieces.

Sabo landed slowly, his feet touching the scorched ground. He raised his head, stretched out his right hand, and spread his five fingers.

The dragon ball, which had been tossed into the air, fell steadily into his palm with a soft thud.

Krillin and Gohan, who were lying on the edge of the cliff, were furious when they saw this scene.

"Well?" Frieza smiled at Elder Mullie, tilting his head. "Now you should all behave yourselves, right?"

"What is your purpose in collecting the Dragon Balls?" Murray asked coldly, his voice hoarse and deep, his chin slightly raised, his gaze fixed on Frieza.

"I just want immortality," Frieza scoffed, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "That's all."

"You bunch of scoundrels!" Murray resolutely refused, clenching his fists. "I will absolutely not give you the Dragon Balls!"

"You'd rather die than hand over the Dragon Balls?" Frieza chuckled, tightening his arms around his chest. "Are the people on this planet all so stubborn? If I kill these two children too, will you still be so stubborn?"

"What...what did you say?" Muli's face changed repeatedly, from pale to ashen, and then from ashen to deathly pale.

He opened his arms and hugged the two Namekian children tightly, wrapping his arms around their shoulders and protecting them in his embrace.

Son Gohan clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms.

His little face turned bright red, his lips were pressed into a thin line, and he bared his teeth, like an enraged little beast.

"Beep beep beep!"

Just then, the detector on Dodoria's eye suddenly emitted a rapid alarm.

Three bright spots appeared on the detector screen, rapidly approaching.

Dodoria suddenly looked up and turned his head to see three young Namekians flying rapidly towards them from the distant sky, their figures leaving three faint streaks of light in the air.

Upon seeing the three people, Elder Muli's face lit up with joy, his eyes brightened, and his lips trembled slightly.

The three of them descended from the sky, their feet landing heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of grass clippings.

Their faces were filled with boundless rage, their brows furrowed, and their gazes swept across Frieza, Sabo, and Dodoria like knives.

The three Namekians were especially indignant and furious upon seeing the two dead elderly people.

Their fists were clenched so tightly they cracked, and their teeth were clenched.

"Damn it!" one of the Namekians roared, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage. "My unease has come true!"

"What a nuisance." Frieza snorted, squinting at the three Namekians, his gaze sweeping over each of their faces. "The Dragon Balls are almost in our hands, and you've come here specifically to die."

“Just as I thought.” Another Namekian said in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping over his companion’s corpse on the ground. “I heard that someone attacked the village and stole the Dragon Balls. I didn’t expect it to be true!”

"I will never forgive you!" another Namekian roared, his voice echoing across the empty plains. "You have destroyed the peace of Namek!"

"Be careful," Elder Muli urged repeatedly, his voice urgent as he gestured with his hands in front of him. "They're not easy to deal with!"

"Oh?" Frieza was amused and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "You want to fight us?"

He tilted his head and turned his gaze to Dodoria.