Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

Chapter 82 Krillin, the copy of the egg

Vegeta was suspended in mid-air, his body frozen.

His pupils were unfocused, his lips trembled slightly, and his gaze was fixed on Frieza's cold face, like a frog being stared at by a snake.

This is bad.

We're going to be killed by him!

"Shh!"

Frieza vanished from the spot in a flash.

The next second, he appeared in front of Sun Wukong, less than two meters away.

He crossed his arms and wore a disdainful smile.

"What? Saiyan! You're giving up halfway through the fight?" Frieza tilted his head, looking at Goku with interest.

"Wait a minute," Goku said, turning back to Krillin. "Krillin, be careful, this guy is strong!"

"Where are Gohan and Piccolo?" Krillin looked around, turning his head left and right, his gaze sweeping over every rock and every crack. "Where did they go?"

"Ah... they've already gone back to Earth," Sun Wukong replied, a hint of helplessness in his voice.

"Back to Earth?" Krillin was on the verge of tears, his hands outstretched at his sides. "Why didn't you take me with you!"

"You...didn't you go back?" Sun Wukong was even more confused. "Why did you suddenly come back?"

"Did I go back?" Klin asked, somewhat confused, rubbing his fingers together on his bald head. "I don't know I went back..."

"Have you finished talking?" Frieza stood to the side, his face turning green with anger, and the veins on his forehead bulging slightly.

They kept chatting away in front of me.

"It'll be ready soon!" Sun Wukong waved to Frieza. "Just wait a little longer!"

Frieza's face grew increasingly grim, and the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

I'm not here to chat with you.

“Come here, Klin, let me examine your body.” Solo said, grabbing Klin’s arm and examining his wrist from side to side.

He glanced at Klin's clothes again, his gaze lingering on the orange combat suit for a second.

Where did you get this outfit?

It's worth mentioning that the clothes Klin is wearing now are exactly the same as the ones he wore on the spaceship.

He wore an orange-yellow Kamesen-ryu uniform, blue wristbands and belt, and a pair of black soft-soled cloth shoes.

"Where did these clothes come from?" Klin was even more confused. He looked down at his clothes, then looked up again. "No... why is it that I understand every word you're saying, yet I don't understand anything at all?"

"Is there anything that feels uncomfortable on your body?" Solo asked again.

"No, no." Klin scratched his head, rubbing his fingers back and forth on his scalp and around his ears, looking a little frantic. "Everything is fine."

What happened to Zoro and Goku?

What exactly are they talking about?

Solo, however, remained silent in thought, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on Klin as if he were looking at a novel object.

This is a good product.

I wonder how long this replica will last?

Will it continue to exist indefinitely?

If that's the case...

Solo's eyes lit up, and an idea flashed through his mind.

If you were to create a copy of yourself and then merge it with another version of yourself... wouldn't your power reach an extremely high level?

No no no.

If you create a copy of yourself, will your personality change again?

Is the copy still me?

Solo immediately dismissed the terrible thought in his mind and shook his head.

I am a unique being.

I can't copy myself; if I were to copy someone else, I'd copy someone else.

"Are you guys never going to stop?" Frieza roared, his voice rising as he clenched his fists. "I, Frieza..."

However, after Frieza had only said a few words, Solo simply couldn't bear to listen anymore.

His body suddenly spun around, his right leg whipping out like a whip, and he kicked out with a powerful kick, his foot landing directly on Frieza's face.

"Ow"

Frieza let out a wail and flew backward, tumbling twice in the air before crashing to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and leaving a clear shoe print on his face.

"You can't even have a proper conversation," Solo scolded irritably. "Why are you interrupting me? Don't you know that interrupting someone is very impolite?"

Frieza got up from the ground with a dark expression, dusted himself off, and looked even more disgusted.

"You're asking for it!" Frieza roared, his voice forced from the depths of his throat.

"What?" Vegeta, standing not far away, his pupils contracted again. "He knocked Frieza down with just one kick?"

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his fingers trembled slightly.

Just how much power is Solo hiding?

"Let me try!" Sun Wukong was eager to try, his fists clapping together in front of him. "I haven't had a proper fight with him yet, I'm going!"

“Go ahead, go ahead.” Solo nodded.

Sun Wukong tapped his feet on the air and launched himself forward, flying straight towards Frieza's location.

Seeing Sun Wukong charging towards him, Frieza snorted coldly and swiftly threw out his right fist, which was covered in white flames as it smashed straight at Sun Wukong's face.

Sun Wukong slightly shifted his body to the side, tilting his head at an angle, easily dodging Frieza's attack, the wind from the punch grazing his ear.

Immediately afterwards, Sun Wukong's knee slammed upwards, his kneecap striking Frieza's abdomen with tremendous force.

The energy surged through him, and Frieza's body arched into the shape of a giant shrimp.

"boom!"

Sun Wukong delivered another side kick, his right foot whipping out like a whip, the sole of his foot striking Frieza's chest, sending Frieza flying backward.

"Shh!"

Sun Wukong gave chase, his body leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

He flipped in the air, performing an inverted hook, and slammed his heel straight down on Frieza's head.

However, Frieza reacted extremely quickly, suddenly shifting his body to the side and dodging Goku's kick.

He tucked his right fist to his waist, then slammed it out, the heavy fist striking Sun Wukong's abdomen.

"boom!"

The punch landed instantly, the fist sinking into the abdomen.

Sun Wukong winced in pain, his lips twitching violently. He swung his hand back and slapped Frieza hard across the face, the crisp sound echoing through the air.

Frieza, in pain, tilted his head to one side, a trickle of purple blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He gritted his teeth and punched Sun Wukong, the fist whistling through the air as it slammed him down.

"call out!"

Frieza pressed down with his large hand, his five fingers spread open, palm facing down.

A powerful burst of energy erupted from his palm, a bright white beam slicing through the sky and enveloping Sun Wukong.

As the energy blasts fell, Sun Wukong hovered in mid-air, raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and caught them directly with his hand.

The energy ball spun above his palm, making a hissing sound.

"Boom!"

The energy blast exploded in Sun Wukong's hand, and flames engulfed his body.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and shockwaves spread in all directions.

The smoke spread rapidly, obscuring the area.

Frieza's face broke into a bright smile, a smug grin spreading across his lips, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Hey, I'm here, Frieza!" Goku's voice rang out from behind Frieza, not loud, but every word was clear.

"What?" Frieza mechanically turned his head and silently glared at Goku.

His face stiffened, and the smile on his lips froze.

Seeing how powerful Goku was, Vegeta's body couldn't help but tremble, shaking from his shoulders to his toes.

Just how strong is Kakarot?

Is this guy even stronger than Frieza?

Frieza gained absolutely no advantage over him.

"Goku, well done!" Krillin was extremely excited, a big smile spreading across his face as he rejoiced for Goku.

"Hurry up and show your true power, Frieza!" Goku chuckled softly.

"Hmph!" Frieza's face grew increasingly grim, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Saiyan wild monkey! I really underestimated you! You actually knew I wasn't using my full strength!"

“Yes.” Sun Wukong’s expression became more serious, and his brows furrowed slightly. “Your true strength is not just this.”

"Alright then!" Frieza slowly extended three fingers, tips pointing upwards. "Now I'll show you my third transformation!"

"The third level of transformation?" Sun Wukong was slightly taken aback, raising an eyebrow.

"What?!" Vegeta stood not far away, his pupils shrinking, his face extremely pale, and his lips trembling. "This guy can transform further?"

"Incidentally," Frieza held up four fingers, his smile widening, "I, Frieza, have four transformations. Each transformation greatly increases my fighting power!"