20demayo Chapter 208 Piccolo's Confidence
Chapter 208 Piccolo's Confidence
Far away on King Kai's planet, King Kai focused intently, observing every move on Namek. He frowned slightly and murmured, "Strange, Piccolo's strength is indeed much greater than when he trained here."
Tien Shinhan, looking worried, quickly asked, "Lord Kai, do you think Piccolo has a chance to defeat Frieza?"
King Kai shook his head helplessly, his tone resolute: "Absolutely impossible. Piccolo still encountered the powerful monster I've been keeping him away from. He simply doesn't understand how terrifying Frieza is."
Yamcha, standing to the side, said with a dejected face, "Ah! If Piccolo dies again, Kami will also die. Does that mean we'll never have a chance to be resurrected? What are we going to do!"
Tien Shinhan silently prayed in his heart, "Piccolo, Piccolo, you must hold on, hold on until Gohan recovers!"
King Kai slowly lowered his head, a hint of confusion and worry in his eyes. He pondered to himself, "Shang Yun has always been very mysterious. What wish did he make that even the Namekian Shenron couldn't grant? What exactly does 'between reality and fantasy' mean? Where did things go wrong..."
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On the island of Namek, Frieza exuded a chilling aura. He narrowed his long, fierce eyes, looking at Piccolo, who stood calmly opposite him. He let out a contemptuous snort and sneered, "Hmph, you seem quite confident. However, your confidence will soon be crushed like a bubble before me, utterly collapsing."
Bick remained calm, his eyes cold, and casually uttered three words: "Stop talking nonsense."
Seeing this, Frieza's lips curled into a mocking smile. He was about to utter a sarcastic remark when suddenly his eyes widened, his expression freezing instantly, followed by a gritted teeth. In that instant, Piccolo appeared before him like a ghost, his right fist, brimming with fierce power, aimed directly at Frieza's face. Frieza reacted swiftly, hastily raising his arm to block. But before he could recover, Piccolo followed up with a swift kick to his waist. Frieza had no time to think; he propelled himself high into the air using the recoil. He hovered in mid-air, looking down at Piccolo with wary eyes. But Piccolo wouldn't give him a chance to breathe. He stomped heavily on the ground, shooting upwards like an arrow, throwing another punch in mid-air, attacking Frieza with unstoppable momentum.
Frieza and Piccolo clashed fiercely high in the sky, exchanging blows with lightning speed. Their movements were so fast that they were imperceptible to the naked eye, appearing here one moment and there the next. The onlookers could no longer track them, only managing to discern their fighting location by the ripples and sonic booms created by their collisions.
The earth collapsed violently under the impact of this immense force, mountains cracked, and the sea surged with towering waves, churning wildly in all directions. Amidst this awe-inspiring scene, Frieza flashed backward, leaping at lightning speed. Piccolo, without hesitation, followed closely, shouting "Die!" and simultaneously unleashing a punch that hurtled towards Frieza like a cannonball.
Frieza swiftly reached out and precisely grasped Piccolo's fist. Piccolo reacted with lightning speed, his other hand also swinging out instantly, but Frieza also firmly caught it. The two remained locked in a stalemate in mid-air, locked in a struggle. Just as Frieza was about to say something, he suddenly caught a glimpse of an eerie golden light in Piccolo's eyes.
In an instant, Piccolo's eyes flashed with golden light, and two laser beams, sharp as blades, shot straight towards Frieza's head. Frieza, startled, hurriedly tilted his head back to dodge. Taking advantage of this opening, Piccolo suddenly exerted force with both hands, breaking free from Frieza's grasp, and delivered a powerful hook punch to Frieza's abdomen, followed immediately by a sharp elbow strike to Frieza's back. Frieza was sent flying backward by this series of fierce attacks.
Krillin was stunned and couldn't help but exclaim, "He hit me!"
Son Gohan was so excited that he shouted and laughed, "Great, Uncle Piccolo!"
However, Shang Yun frowned, looking worried.
Vegeta, standing nearby, thought to himself: Judging from the current situation, it's still unlikely that Piccolo can completely defeat Frieza. I need to find a way to retreat first, wait for the right opportunity, and then take down Frieza in one fell swoop.
Piccolo continued his offensive, closing in once more to engage Frieza in a fierce close-quarters battle. Every punch flew through the air, every blow landed squarely, the two engaging in the most intense of close-quarters combat. Piccolo seized an opportunity, unleashing a swift kick that sent Frieza flying. But just as Piccolo was about to press his advantage, Frieza returned with even greater speed, like a cannonball, slamming a heavy punch into Piccolo, sending him flying once more.
Piccolo's body tumbled uncontrollably in the air, and before he could regain his footing, Frieza charged at him again like a ghost.
Frieza reached out and slammed his palm down on Piccolo's face, pinning him firmly against the mountainside.
Frieza smirked, his hands pressed tightly against Piccolo's head. Then, energy waves shot out like a torrential downpour, "Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom," the powerful impact instantly shattering the mountain behind Piccolo. In an instant, dust and smoke filled the air, obscuring the sky.
"Uncle Piccolo!" Gohan screamed in terror.
After a long while, Frieza stopped his attack, crossed his arms, and slowly flew into the air. Looking down at the billowing dust below, he coldly said, "Come out. With your abilities, you shouldn't be limited to this level."
As the dust settled below, Bick slowly rose from the other side.
Frieza's eyes flashed with admiration, and a smile appeared on his face as he said, "It seems your strength is indeed not simple, being able to hide here in such a short time."
Seeing Piccolo unharmed, Gohan smiled happily. Vegeta, meanwhile, glanced rapidly left and right, then suddenly burst into the air, flying off at breakneck speed. As he passed Frieza, Frieza merely glanced at him sideways before vanishing in a flash.
Vegeta flew at full speed, glancing back every now and then. Seeing no one was chasing him, he felt slightly relieved and turned to accelerate again, only to be horrified to find Frieza already in front of him. Frieza stood with his arms crossed, his face expressionless, coldly staring at him.
Vegeta was immediately horrified, his face filled with fear and disbelief.
Frieza stared at Vegeta, whose face was contorted with terror and whose body trembled uncontrollably. His smile was unrestrained and arrogant, as if he were looking at a trapped beast. He tilted his head slightly, a mocking smile curving his lips, and slowly spoke, his voice full of sarcasm: "Where are you planning to go? Are you going to tell me you suddenly need to relieve yourself?" With that, he threw his head back and let out a wild, unrestrained laugh: "Hahahaha..."
Vegeta, his face filled with panic, tried to remain calm. Suddenly, his aura surged, and he fled rapidly to the left, leaving a blurry afterimage in the air. Wherever he went, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
In the blink of an eye, Frieza appeared in front of him like a ghost, a mocking smile on his lips.
Vegeta's heart clenched, his face turned deathly pale, and he had no time to react. Instinctively, he kicked wildly in the air, his shoes screeching as they scraped against the air. Finally, he stopped a few meters from Frieza, but the momentum carried him forward, causing him to stumble backward, each step accompanied by heavy breathing, revealing his panic and disarray.