Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

Just wait and see how I deal with you.

Seeing that Zoro remained silent with a dark expression, Vegeta didn't seem to care and added, "But it's alright. Although he's a low-ranking warrior, if his combat power is increased by 500, he can rival Raditz, a high-ranking warrior."

“Go on, Solo.” Nappa patted Solo on the shoulder again, grinning. “I have high hopes for you! Just don’t do anything underhanded, or you know what will happen!”

Solo's face broke into a bright smile.

He tilted his head, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Na Ba's wrist.

Naba was taken aback at first, then looked down at his wrist that was being held, but didn't think much of it.

He thought Solo was trying to be friendly and greet him.

But the next moment, Naba felt something was wrong.

Solo's fingers gripped his wrist like iron clamps, the force increasing with each grip.

Naba's smile froze.

Solo gently twisted Naba's arm.

"Crack!"

With a crisp crack, Naba's arm snapped in half, just like a broken yam.

The sound of bones breaking was exceptionally clear in the empty wilderness.

The speed was so fast that Naba didn't even have time to react.

He hadn't even had time to feel the pain; he was just staring blankly as his arm bent at an odd angle from the middle.

Naba was still a little confused when he suddenly saw the wrist that Solo was holding and heard that crisp sound.

At the fracture site, white bone fragments pierced the skin and were exposed to the air.

Immediately afterwards, Naba felt a piercing pain.

"what……"

Naba let out screams like a pig being slaughtered.

He bent down, covering his severed arm with his other hand, his whole body trembling violently.

"puff……"

Blood gushed wildly from the severed arm, splashing onto the ground and staining the soil red.

Naba's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his lips trembled.

"what?"

Vegeta's eyes widened, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He stared in disbelief at the astonishing scene, his contempt vanishing instantly.

Then, Vegeta gave Soro a deep look.

That kid.

Its combat power is only 1000.

How did he manage to dislocate Naba's arm?

Vegeta frowned, finding it somewhat unbelievable.

His gaze swept over Solo, trying to find some flaw.

"Huh? Naba." Solo feigned panic, his eyes widening, his tone full of innocence, "How did your arm fall off?"

He looked down at the severed arm he was holding, then at the bleeding wound.

"What happened? Come on, let me install it for you!"

With that, Solo stepped forward, grabbed Naba's severed arm, aimed it at the wound, and forcefully thrust it in.

The cut surface of the severed arm rubbed against the wound, producing a teeth-grinding sound.

Chapter 8's combat power is only 1000?

"what……"

Naba let out another shrill scream, his body curling up like a shrimp.

Then, he looked up and cursed at Solo, "You bastard, I'll never forgive you!"

"Is it because your arm is too fragile? Is it my fault?" Solo shook his head, feigning innocence, and shrugged.

I'm going to kill you!

Naba roared, his eyes turning bloodshot, and lunged at Solo with bared teeth and claws.

He had lost his balance, blood was still flowing from his severed arm, but his furious rage was even more intense.

Solo's lips curled into a smile.

The moment Naba lunged at him, he vanished in a flash.

"Shh!"

In an instant, Solo appeared behind Naba.

He didn't even look back.

"boom!"

Solo kicked out, his foot striking Naba squarely in the back.

Naba then fell face-first into the dirt, his face buried in the mud, his mouth full of dirt, and he lay on the ground for a long time without getting up.

"So fast!" Vegeta's pupils contracted slightly, and a hint of surprise finally appeared on his face.

Is this the strength displayed by someone with a combat power of 1000?

What exactly happened to Solo?

Seeing this, Piccolo, Krillin, and Gohan were momentarily stunned.

Klin opened his mouth wide and his eyes widened.

Gohan peeked out from behind Piccolo, his little face full of confusion.

They actually started fighting!

This new Saiyan is not one of their allies!

"Great!" Krillin exclaimed, both surprised and delighted. He clenched his fist and waved it in front of him. "This way we can wait for Goku to come."

Bick nodded slightly, crossed his arms, and stared intently at Solo's back.

He also felt that things were moving in a positive direction.

"Is this new guy really that strong?" Krillin was puzzled again, tilting his head and frowning. "His aura doesn't seem that powerful!"

“His aura certainly does appear that way on the surface.” Piccolo nodded slightly, his voice somewhat low. “It’s even far inferior to that Saiyan named Nappa.”

He paused, his gaze becoming deep.

"But for some reason, he gives off a very confident vibe."

As he spoke, Bick silently wiped his sweat, feeling a little ashamed.

I used to say this guy wasn't as good as Raditz.

The result... was even stronger than Nappa!

Klin scratched his head and gave a vague "Oh."

"Anyway," Krillin breathed a long sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead, "it seems we're saved. Now we just have to wait for Goku to arrive."

"Whether the other party is friend or foe is still unknown..." Piccolo glanced deeply in Solo's direction, his gaze fixed on him.

"But speaking of which," Krillin scratched his head and looked around, "why hasn't Goku arrived yet?"

Naba endured the pain from his severed arm and gritted his teeth as he got up from the ground.

He turned around and looked at Solo, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anger.

"What?" Naba gasped for breath, his voice trembling. "When did he get behind me?"

He glanced back at the footprints on the ground behind him, then looked at Solo.

Veins bulged on his forehead as he roared, "You bastard, I'll never forgive you!"

Solo tilted his head, a bright smile spreading across his face. "Don't say that, Naba. Actually, I've always admired you."

He stepped forward and pointed at Naba's chest from a distance.

“After all, you are an elite warrior of our Saiyans, far surpassing Raditz and other superior warriors, and far beyond what I, a lowly warrior, can compare to.” Solo’s tone was sincere.

Na Ba Tie's face turned ashen, his expression growing increasingly grim. Veins bulged at his temples, and his remaining hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles cracking.

Solo's words were a huge irony for Naba at that moment.

You fucking...

You dislocated one of my arms, and you still have the nerve to say you admire me?

"Shut up!" Naba roared angrily.

However, Naba's anger caused bright red blood to spurt out from his severed arm once again.

"Hahaha!" Solo laughed loudly, pointing at Naba's severed arm, "The way your arm is gushing blood looks like a fountain!"

"I won't let you get away with this!" Naba was furious, clenched his teeth, and unleashed all the energy in his body.

A violent aura erupted from his body, causing the rubble on the ground to tumble and swirl.

He pulled his remaining arm back, pushed off the ground with both legs, and charged towards Solo again.

Solo stood still, motionless, but stretched out his right hand and raised one finger.

Naba's fist came crashing down.

Solo flicked his finger, and the fist flew past his face.

Naba's left fist swept across.