Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out!

The ability to sense presence was something Solo developed on his own when he had nothing else to do.

This ability is not difficult; as long as you master the techniques, it is easy to achieve.

After all, Vegeta only came to Earth once, and in a very short time he learned how to sense ki.

Solo hovered in mid-air, his gaze sweeping across the wasteland, and quickly locked onto the source of those auras.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

They've come at just the right time.

That's wonderful.

"call out!"

Solo moved swiftly, transforming into a streak of light.

A shockwave exploded behind him as he flew at incredible speed to Vegeta and Nappa, landing steadily a few steps away from them.

It's worth mentioning that the Saiyan armor he wore when he first went to Planet Arantis became a bit too small as he got older.

From then on, Solo commissioned the making of a white outfit.

Wearing this outfit, Solo looked dashing, his clothes swaying gently in the wind.

Solo's sudden appearance caught Vegeta and Nappa off guard.

After all, the two sides had not seen each other for more than 20 years.

Vegeta and Nappa had long forgotten what Zoro looked like.

But Soro clearly remembered what Vegeta and Nappa looked like.

He stood there, calmly looking at the two of them.

However, Vegeta and Nappa soon noticed the slightly swaying tail behind Soro.

Its brown tail swayed gently behind it.

That is the most obvious symbol of the Saiyans.

"A Saiyan?" Nappa paused slightly, looking Zoro up and down. "You're a Saiyan!"

"Oh?" Vegeta was a little surprised, raising an eyebrow and looking at Zoro with interest. "I didn't expect that there were surviving Saiyans besides us."

He tilted his head.

"What's your name?"

"Solo".

Solo gave his name, a faint smile playing on his lips.

When they heard Soro say his name, Vegeta and Nappa were slightly taken aback.

They exchanged a glance.

Just three hours ago, we were talking about you.

You actually came to find us yourself.

This is quite unexpected.

Piccolo, Krillin, and Gohan grew increasingly pale.

Klin felt his legs go weak, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead and nose.

Gohan hid behind Piccolo, his little hands tightly gripping Piccolo's cape.

Why is another Saiyan appearing?

And judging from the appearance, this Saiyan seems to have come to help Vegeta and Nappa.

This is really bad!

"It's alright." Piccolo lowered his voice and let out a long sigh of relief. "This person's aura doesn't seem very strong, it feels even weaker than Raditz's."

"Really?" Klin's eyes lit up, and he was temporarily relieved. "That's great."

However, when his gaze fell on Nappa and Vegeta again, his heart clenched once more.

Son Gohan was so frightened that his lips twitched and his throat tightened, as if someone was choking him.

Although my combat power is only 1000, there are three of them on the other side.

Son Gohan initially thought his side had the numerical advantage, but now they have the same number of people as the opponent.

"How did you find me?" Vegeta glanced at Solo, his gaze sweeping over him from head to toe, clearly not taking him seriously.

"Solo!" Naba laughed heartily, stepped forward, and patted Solo on the shoulder. "You've come at the perfect time!"

He withdrew his hand and put his hands on his hips.

"Raditz, that piece of trash, is dead! He was killed by that Namekian!"

Naba pointed at Bick in the distance, a gloating smile on his face.

"Oh? Is that so?" Solo's lips curled up slightly, feigning surprise, and his eyebrows were slightly raised.

"Now I command you." Nappa pointed at Piccolo and gave Soro an order, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Go and teach that Namekian and his two companions a good beating. If you disobey, I won't hesitate to beat the shit out of you!"

"Power level 1000." Vegeta smiled contemptuously, crossed his arms, and raised his chin even higher. "A piece of trash is still trash. After all these years, your power level has only increased by this little bit."

Solo's face darkened, and his eye twitched.

Vegeta, you're quite the smooth talker.

Just wait and see how I deal with you.

Seeing Zoro's dark expression and silence, Vegeta didn't seem to care and added, "But it's alright. Although he's a low-ranking warrior, if his combat power is increased by 500, he can rival Raditz, a high-ranking warrior."

"Go ahead, Solo." Nappa patted Solo on the shoulder again, grinning. "I'm rooting for you! Just don't do anything underhanded, or you know what the consequences will be!"

Solo's face broke into a bright smile.

He tilted his head, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Na Ba's wrist.

Naba was taken aback at first, then looked down at his wrist that was being held, but didn't think much of it.

He thought Solo was trying to be friendly and greet him.

But the next moment, Naba felt something was wrong.

Solo's fingers gripped his wrist like iron clamps, the force increasing with each grip.

Naba's smile froze.

Solo gently twisted Naba's arm.

"Snap!"

With a crisp crack, Naba's arm snapped in half, just like a broken yam.

The sound of bones breaking was exceptionally clear in the empty wilderness.

The speed was so fast that Naba didn't even have time to react.

He hadn't even had time to feel the pain; he was just staring blankly as his arm bent at an odd angle from the middle.

Naba was still a little confused when he suddenly saw the wrist that Solo was holding and heard that crisp sound.

At the fracture site, white bone fragments pierced the skin and were exposed to the air.

Immediately afterwards, Naba felt a piercing pain.

"what……"

Naba let out screams like a pig being slaughtered.

He bent down, covering his severed arm with his other hand, his whole body trembling violently.

"puff……"

Blood gushed wildly from the severed arm, splashing onto the ground and staining the soil red.

Naba's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his lips trembled.

"What?"

Vegeta's eyes widened, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He stared in disbelief at the astonishing scene, his contempt vanishing instantly.

Then, Vegeta gave Soro a deep look.

That kid.

Its combat power is only 1000.

How did he manage to dislocate Naba's arm?

Vegeta frowned, finding it somewhat unbelievable.

His gaze swept over Solo, trying to find some flaw.

"Huh? Naba." Solo feigned panic, his eyes widening, his tone full of innocence, "How did your arm fall off?"

He looked down at the severed arm he was holding, then at the bleeding wound.

"What happened? Come on, let me put it back on for you!"

With that, Solo stepped forward, grabbed Naba's severed arm, aimed at the wound, and thrust it in forcefully.

The cut surface of the severed arm rubbed against the wound, producing a teeth-grinding sound.