Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out!

After watching for a while, Solo found that Frieza hadn't changed much.

The guy still had his arms crossed, a smile on his lips, and looked as relaxed as if he were taking a stroll.

His brow furrowed slightly.

Is it because the distance is too great that staring at a pregnant woman is ineffective?

It's not impossible!

Solo withdrew his gaze from Frieza and rubbed his chin twice with his fingers.

Let's ignore him for now!

The most important thing now is to quickly improve our combat effectiveness.

As for how to improve combat power, Solo had already thought of the best way.

Isn't there the Grand Elder of Namek?

Solo's eyes lit up.

The Namekian Grand Elder could potentially use some kind of magical power to guide others to unleash their latent power.

"Is that Frieza?" Goku's voice came from beside him, tinged with seriousness. His gaze was fixed on the dozen or so figures in the sky. "Such powerful auras!"

"Yeah..." Piccolo shook his head, his voice lowering as well, "With our current strength, we're no match for him at all."

Son Gohan was also trembling with fear, his face pale, his hands clutching the hem of his clothes, clearly sensing how terrifying Frieza's aura was.

The oppressive force was like a mountain pressing down from the sky, making it hard for people to breathe.

"By the way, Solo," Piccolo turned to Solo, a hint of anticipation in his eyes, "your Flash spell should work on Frieza, right?"

"It works," Solo said, holding up a finger with a serious expression. "The problem is, if you really piss him off, he might destroy Namek without hesitation."

He paused, then looked directly at Bick.

"Are you sure you want him to destroy this planet?"

Bick fell silent, his lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze fixed on the ground.

In his opinion, what Solo said was probably correct.

That's a cosmic emperor; destroying a planet shouldn't be a difficult task for him.

Moreover, Piccolo also sensed that even if it were him now, he would have the power to destroy a planet.

Sun Wukong had already taken out the Dragon Radar, a palm-sized round device held in his palm.

He pressed the button on the side, and seven dots immediately appeared on the screen.

His gaze swept across the screen, and his brow furrowed slightly.

"Oh no!" Goku's voice rose. "They've got four Dragon Balls! Now they're heading towards the fifth one!"

"We have to find a Dragon Ball before they do," Piccolo suggested, arms crossed, "to prevent them from having their wishes granted."

"As far as I know, there should be a Grand Elder on Namek," Solo mused, tapping his temple. "Perhaps he created the Dragon Balls. We should find this Grand Elder as soon as possible, get him to give us the Dragon Balls, and find a way to help us fulfill our wishes."

"The Grand Elder?" Sun Wukong scratched his head, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Where is he located?"

"Perhaps the Grand Elder also has a Dragon Ball?" Piccolo pointed to the glowing dots on the Dragon Ball radar. "There are only two Dragon Balls left. Let's search for them one by one!"

"If nothing unexpected happens," Soro said, glancing at the Dragon Ball on the edge of the Dragon Ball radar, his gaze falling on the corner of the screen, "the furthest Dragon Ball might be where the Grand Elder is located."

"It's so far from here!" Sun Wukong muttered worriedly, his brow furrowing slightly. "If I fly there at full speed, won't it attract Frieza's attention?"

"It's alright." Solo smiled slightly, a slight curve appearing at the corner of his mouth. "Let's go take a look! We can't be afraid of everything we do."

"You're right!" Sun Wukong nodded, clenching his fist in front of him.

He turned to look at Gohan, his gaze softening, and instructed, "Gohan, the location we're going to might not be very safe, and the Grand Elder might not even be there. It's relatively safer for you and Krillin to stay here!"

"Okay, Daddy," Gohan replied obediently, clenching his little hands at his sides.

"Gohan." Piccolo patted Gohan on the shoulder, tapping his shoulder twice. "Be careful, and remember to hide your ki!"

He glanced in the direction Vegeta had just come from and frowned.

"Vegeta ran away!"

"Let him be!" Sun Wukong waved his hand, not looking in that direction. "He's probably also looking for the Dragon Balls!"

"How did they find the Dragon Balls?" Piccolo asked, puzzled, his brow furrowing slightly. "Do they have some kind of more advanced radar?"

"They used probes to find the people on the planet," Solo said, arms crossed, "and then used these people to inquire about the whereabouts of the Dragon Balls."

"I see." Sun Wukong scratched his head. "So, if we hide the Dragon Balls, they won't be able to find them, right?"

"Let's get going!" Bick was already getting impatient, leaning forward slightly and lifting his feet off the ground.

"Yes!" Sun Wukong nodded.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The three of them immediately took to the air, their bodies propelling them into the sky as they flew rapidly toward the direction of the farthest Dragon Ball.

Three figures trailed three bright flames in the air, which in the blink of an eye turned into three small dots.

This time, Solo and his two companions only increased their combat power to 6.

After all, Piccolo had just unleashed his fighting power to a level of 6, so there was no need for him to continue hiding it.

Moreover, Solo and Piccolo's fighting power is indeed only 6.

That's all the detector is showing.

Even if Solo uses his skill that increases combat power by 500, the detector cannot detect it; it can only detect his basic combat power.

The three quickened their pace, leaving three bright streaks of light in the air before disappearing into the horizon.

……

Son Gohan stood there, watching the three figures disappear into the distance until they completely vanished behind the clouds.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising, and then slowly exhaled.

Then he quickly returned to the landing site of the spaceship, his steps light and quick, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Uncle Krillin? Uncle Krillin?" Gohan called out in a low voice, cupping his hands around his mouth like a megaphone.

"Is that Gohan?" Krillin's voice came from the valley, slightly hoarse. "I'm over here!"

Son Gohan was taken aback and took a step toward the direction of the sound.

The moment he stepped inside, Son Gohan froze in shock.

His eyes widened and his mouth slightly open.

Klin was curled up like a shrimp, lying on the ground with his back arched and his limbs supporting his body.

There was something pressing down on him, and his whole posture was strange and awkward.

"Uncle Krillin... what's wrong?" Gohan asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"No...nothing important," Klin replied, his voice muffled. "I'm incubating eggs."