Dragon Ball: Collaborating with Frieza to Destroy Planet Vegeta

Chapter 216: Frieza's Defeat!

Upon hearing Beerus's words, Whis glanced at him in mild surprise. He hadn't expected Beerus to make such a remark, indicating that the God of Destruction was deeply invested in the tournament organized by the Omni-King.

Naturally, since the tournament was hosted by the Omni-King, every Destroyer needed to take it seriously, lest they risk annihilation at any moment.

While the two were talking, the battle ahead had reached a fever pitch. The intensity kept building, with other battlefields having already fallen silent as fighters distanced themselves to avoid getting caught in the fray.

The more they watched, the more astonished everyone became. Even Gela, a fierce warrior, was now completely shocked.

"Unbelievable! Frieza's strength is astounding. Although he has fully mastered his Golden form, the power he's displaying now is beyond incredible!"

"Well, it might be understandable for Frieza, given he's a prodigy of the Frost Demon race. But what about that Saiyan monkey? How could he be this powerful?"

Gela had been keeping an eye on the Saiyans, but he could hardly believe that this Saiyan was able to contend equally with Frieza, even in his fully realized Golden form. How strong must he be to pull that off?

It was hard for Gela to accept.

In truth, even Frieza himself felt similarly.

"You filthy monkey, how could you possibly be this strong?"

"Why? Why?!!"

Frieza let out a furious roar, his heart blazing with anger. His hatred for Saiyans had driven him to train relentlessly to achieve this formidable power. He thought that with mastery over his Golden form, he would be invincible.

Yet, to his disbelief, even with this Golden form, he was barely holding his own against his opponent. And his adversary had only transformed to a level with purple hair. If that Saiyan used another technique to double his power again, Frieza would be at a complete loss.

This sense of frustration pushed him to fight even harder.

Boom!

Frieza raised his hands, channeling his energy into devastating beams. The beams shot forth, scattering in every direction like stardust, filling the sky and covering the entire starry expanse with destruction energy.

Fortunately, Whis had already shielded the planet, protecting it from total annihilation, as the beams would have otherwise obliterated the planet's core.

Even so, everyone watching was utterly stunned by this scene. The sheer scale was overwhelming.

Mu Chuan dodged every incoming attack, countering each one as he advanced. He even utilized instant transmission to rapidly close the distance to Frieza, applying unrelenting pressure that Frieza had never felt before.

This mounting pressure threw Frieza off balance.

Seizing the opportunity, Mu Chuan launched a powerful energy blast that grazed Frieza's face, leaving a shallow cut. Blood trickled from the wound.

In that moment, time seemed to freeze.

Everyone stared at the scene in disbelief, especially the other aliens. For many of them, it was the first time witnessing their king, usually so imposing, appear this vulnerable. Although Frieza had been embarrassed before, he had emerged from the ordeal stronger and more determined.

But now, he was being completely suppressed.

The recent strike had been so close that, had Frieza not reacted quickly enough, the blast would have struck him square in the face, possibly ending him.

"That was close. If the king hadn't dodged that, he might have…"

"Stop doubting him! Our king will never lose!"

Now that the fight was wrapping up, a crowd of aliens instinctively gathered together. The oppressive aura of the Saiyans had been too much to handle, forcing them to band together.

But watching Frieza struggle had stirred a deep sense of dread among them. They couldn't see any hope for victory.

Even the likes of Evil buu and other defeated warriors were filled with dread as they watched. If Frieza were to lose, they knew all too well what grim fate awaited them.

Anxiety gripped everyone.

In contrast, the Saiyans were full of excitement. Moments ago, they had worried whether their leader could stand up to Frieza, but now…

It seemed their concerns had been entirely unnecessary.

Their leader was the one who had always guided them forward, setting an example as a powerful warrior.

"He's too strong! His mentality is incredible. We haven't even reached Super Saiyan 3 yet, and our leader is on some form we can't even identify!"

Adam, standing beside him, expressed admiration and awe. Only by being part of this battle did they realize just how small their own strength truly was.

They too bore the blood of the Saiyan race.

They could transform, of course. But it was only now, seeing the level of power required, that they understood how challenging it was to become a Super Saiyan.

It wasn't that they didn't want to transform; they simply hadn't been able to reach it.

The second stage of Super Saiyan had already been an incredible achievement for them, boosting their power immensely. Yet if they wanted to advance further, they'd have to improve their base forms, as further transformations were beyond their reach. Not everyone could achieve Super Saiyan 3.

Even those who had reached Super Saiyan 3 had done so through extraordinary means. And now there was an even greater stage: Super Saiyan 4.

But even so, achieving such transformations required immense talent and power.

It wasn't something just anyone could attain!

Thus, the form Mu Chuan had mastered seemed to be at a level they could never hope to reach.

Admiration was inevitable.

Frieza's face turned pale as he looked back, realizing he had narrowly escaped disaster. Had he reacted a second slower, things could have gone terribly wrong.

Yet, now that he had a moment to process it, his heart felt as though it might explode from fury.

This was humiliating!

Once again, he had been bested. While it wasn't a fatal blow, his opponent had undoubtedly suppressed him.

It was infuriating.

Continuing this battle would likely be meaningless.

Glancing around, Frieza knew that even if he somehow increased his power, victory was unlikely. His forces had already suffered a complete defeat, with his main troops restrained, and the ordinary aliens were powerless to assist.

It was a thorough loss.

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