Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

At the critical moment, Frieza hurriedly wrapped his tail around Goku's neck, tightening it to strangle him.

Sun Wukong opened his mouth wide, lowered his head, and bit Frieza's tail.

The teeth were embedded in the flesh, and purple blood seeped from the teeth marks.

"Ow"

Frieza let out a pig-like scream, his face contorted in agony. He felt a chill run down his spine and his body shuddered violently.

Sun Wukong seized the opportunity to kick Frieza again, his foot landing on Frieza's abdomen.

At the same time, he pulled his right fist back to his waist and delivered a powerful punch to Frieza's chest, the fist sinking into his sternum and the force penetrating through him.

Frieza, in pain, finally couldn't hold back any longer. He released his right fist from his chest and punched Goku in the face.

The fist struck Sun Wukong's cheekbone, causing his head to snap to one side and his body to fall backward, his back hitting the ground.

Frieza realized he had fouled the moment he made the move.

He looked down at his released hands and his lips twitched.

"Didn't you say you don't need to use your hands?" Sun Wukong smiled slightly, got up from the ground, and dusted himself off.

"Hmph, hmph, hmph." Frieza sneered, "The preferential treatment period is over!"

"I'm not someone you can mess with!" Sun Wukong said with a smile, a hint of confidence in his eyes.

“You are indeed stronger than I imagined, which gives me a slight shock.” Frieza chuckled, tilting his head. “I’m tired of this fight; let’s hurry up and decide the winner!”

"Okay." Sun Wukong nodded and clashed his fists together in front of him.

“I want to ask you one more time,” Frieza asked, looking directly at Goku. “Would you be willing to work for me? It would be a shame to kill you; you could do a better job than Captain Ginyu, who is about to arrive on this planet.”

"Ginyu?" Sun Wukong was slightly taken aback, his brows furrowing slightly. "Who is he?"

“He is my best subordinate,” Frieza replied calmly.

"Don't joke around." Sun Wukong decisively refused, raising his chin. "Do you think I would accept an invitation like that?"

“I knew you’d say that.” Frieza’s eyes flashed with intense killing intent, his gaze turning cold. “You Saiyans are all stubborn and inflexible. Well then, you only have one path left: death.”

"Is that so?" Sun Wukong smiled slightly, a hint of disdain in the curve of his lips.

“You look so confident,” Frieza said again, his gaze sweeping over Goku’s face twice. “I noticed a long time ago that although you were fighting seriously, you weren’t using your full power.”

"You saw through me." Sun Wukong chuckled and scratched his head.

“I’ve already planned it out.” Frieza’s lips curled up as he extended his right hand, fingers spread wide. “Just half of your energy will be enough to turn you into cosmic dust.”

"Is that really how it is?" Sun Wukong took a deep breath, his chest puffing out, having already prepared himself mentally.

"Oh? You know all this?" Frieza was slightly taken aback, looking at Goku with some surprise.

“Yes.” Sun Wukong nodded in response, his gaze becoming serious. “I know your combat power is probably over 1 million, while my highest combat power is only 3000 million.”

"You...you have a power level of 3000 million!" Frieza's eyes widened, his pupils contracted sharply, and he was somewhat incredulous.

However, after thinking about it carefully, Frieza realized that what Goku said made sense.

Being able to fight on par with oneself, one's combat power has indeed reached a level of 3000 million.

This Saiyan is no ordinary person.

Moreover, this man named Sun Wukong said that the Saiyan named Zoro was stronger than him.

"What's the fighting power of this Zoro you mentioned?" Frieza asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

"I don't know." Sun Wukong shook his head sincerely. "I'm not very clear on things like fighting power. I only heard these numbers from Zoro."

"What? Didn't he say how strong he is?" Frieza asked again.

“He said his fighting power is only 100 million,” Sun Wukong answered truthfully, his tone calm.

Frieza was speechless for a moment, and his lips twitched.

You believe his fighting strength is 100 million?

With your combat power at 3000 million, how could he possibly be stronger than you?

“I understand.” Frieza snorted coldly, his gaze becoming profound. “He’s hiding his fighting strength.”

……

Just as Sun Wukong and Frieza were chatting.

Solo, Vegeta, and Krillin also flew slowly from a distance.

Three figures trailed faint streaks of light in the sky, growing ever closer.

Vegeta was seriously injured, but his injuries were not fundamental.

He had several bruises and abrasions, but his bones were not broken and his internal organs were not damaged.

The reason he looked so listless was because the emotional damage was more severe than the physical damage.

Just then, Vegeta, who had just flown into the air, suddenly heard Goku state his power level.

Those words drifted over like the wind, clearly reaching his ears.

“I know your combat power is probably over 1 million, while my highest combat power is only 3000 million.”

This was said by Sun Wukong.

Vegeta caught it clearly and was immediately stunned, his body frozen in mid-air.

Frieza's fighting power is over 1 million?

Are you kidding me?

Kakarot's fighting power has reached 3000 million?

"This...this is impossible!" Vegeta's body began to tremble again, shaking from his shoulders to his toes. "This is absolutely impossible!"

I was already emotionally hurt, and now I've been stabbed in the back by Sun Wukong, so I feel even worse.

It felt like a stone was stuck in my chest, making it hard to breathe.

"Huh?" Krillin exclaimed, his eyes widening. "Goku's fighting power has reached this level?"

“Yes.” Solo nodded, crossing his arms.

"Frieza... does that guy Frieza have a power level of 1 million?" Vegeta muttered unwillingly, his voice hoarse.

“To be precise,” Solo replied calmly, “Frieza’s fighting strength is 120 million.”

"You... what did you say?" Vegeta was stunned, looking at Soro with suspicion, his gaze sweeping over Soro's face twice. "You're talking nonsense! How do you know all this?"

"boom!"

Soro kicked Vegeta away with one kick.

Vegeta's body flew through the air like a thrown stone, tracing an arc before crashing heavily into the ground below.

His back slammed onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. He winced in pain, and his lips twitched violently.

"Get over here right now!" Soro yelled at Vegeta.

Vegeta gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and obediently flew over, hovering in front of Solo.

"Why...why did you hit me?" Vegeta asked, his voice tinged with resentment.

"Hmm?" Solo narrowed his eyes, his face turning cold. "I'll give you another chance to ask questions."

Vegeta finally understood why he was being beaten up.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

It's not just that they were rude just now.

"How...how did you know?" Vegeta tried to make his voice sound humble, lowering it and trembling at the end.

"Can't you say please?" Solo snapped coldly.

"Fine, I won't ask anymore!" Vegeta stubbornly snorted and turned his face away.

Solo slapped him across the face from a distance.

A gust of wind shot out from his palm, invisible and colorless, and directly affected Vegeta.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Vegeta was once again slammed down from the sky by Zoro.

His body fell like a stone, crashing heavily to the ground and leaving a shallow crater, raising a cloud of dust.

"Clap!"

Solo descended from the sky, landing on the edge of the shallow pit, his shoes sinking into the gravel.

He bent down, lifted his foot, and stepped on Vegeta's face, the sole of his shoe pressing against his cheek.

"Vegeta," Soro snapped, his voice rising, "Have I really given you the time of day? If you're going to be a lackey, you should know what a lackey is like. Tell me, how many times have I saved you on Namek? Is this how you express your gratitude?"

Vegeta's mouth twitched violently, his cheeks deformed by the pressure of the shoe sole.

Thinking about it carefully... it seems that what Solo said makes a lot of sense.

On Namek, he had been saved by Solo at least three times.

"Now do you understand why I beat you up?" Solo rubbed his shoe against Vegeta's face again, the sole of his shoe spinning on Vegeta's cheek.

"Understood!" Vegeta grinned and hurriedly replied, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You understand now, so hurry up and say thank you!" Solo scolded again.

Vegeta: "..."

"Thank you." Vegeta was on the verge of tears, his voice hoarse and his eyes reddening.

This guy is a demon!

Why did I provoke such a guy back then?

"You can reflect on your actions here," Zoro sneered, moving his foot away from Vegeta's face. "I want to see how Goku transforms into a Super Saiyan."

After saying this, Solo turned and flew away, his feet leaving the ground and his body launching into the sky.

"Wh...what?" Vegeta's pupils shrank, and his ears perked up.