Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out!

Chapter 82 Krillin, the Copy of the Egg

Vegeta was suspended in mid-air, his body frozen.

His pupils were unfocused, his lips trembled slightly, and his gaze was fixed on Frieza's cold face, like a frog being stared at by a snake.

This is bad.

We're going to be killed by him!

"Whoosh!"

Frieza vanished from the spot in a flash.

The next second, he appeared in front of Sun Wukong, less than two meters away.

He crossed his arms and wore a disdainful smile.

"What? Saiyan! You're giving up halfway through the fight?" Frieza tilted his head, looking at Goku with interest.

"Wait a minute," Goku said, turning back to Krillin. "Krillin, be careful, this guy is strong!"

"Where are Gohan and Piccolo?" Krillin looked around, turning his head left and right, his gaze sweeping over every rock and every crack. "Where did they go?"

"Ah—they've already gone back to Earth," Sun Wukong replied, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"Back to Earth?" Krillin was on the verge of tears, his hands outstretched at his sides. "Why didn't you take me with you?!"

"You—didn't you go back?" Sun Wukong was even more confused. "Why did you suddenly come back?"

"Did I go back?" Klin was a little confused, rubbing his fingers together on his bald head. "How come I don't know I went back—"

"Have you two finished talking?" Frieza stood to the side, his face turning green with anger, and the veins on his forehead bulging slightly.

They kept chatting away in front of me.

"Almost done!" Sun Wukong waved to Frieza. "Just wait a little longer!"

Frieza's face grew increasingly grim, and the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

I'm not here to chat with you.

"Come here, Klin, let me examine your body," Solo said, grabbing Klin's arm and examining his wrist from all angles.

He glanced at Klin's clothes again, his gaze lingering on the orange combat suit for a second.

"Where did you get this outfit?"

It's worth mentioning that the clothes Klin is wearing now are exactly the same as the ones he wore on the spaceship.

He wore an orange-yellow Kamesen-ryu uniform, blue wristbands and belt, and a pair of black soft-soled cloth shoes.

"Where did these clothes come from?" Klin was even more confused. He looked down at his clothes, then looked up again. "No way—why is it that I understand every word you're saying, yet I don't understand anything at all?"

"Is there anything that feels uncomfortable on your body?" Solo asked again.

"No," Klin scratched his head, rubbing his fingers back and forth on his scalp and around his ears, looking a little frantic. "Everything's fine."

What happened to Zoro and Goku?

What are they talking about?

Solo, however, remained silent in thought, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on Klin as if he were looking at a novel object.

This is a good product.

I wonder how long this replica will last?

Will it continue to exist indefinitely?

If that's the case—

Solo's eyes lit up, and an idea flashed through his mind.

If you were to create a copy of yourself and then merge it with another version of yourself—would your power reach an extremely high level?

No no no.

If you create a copy of yourself, will your personality change again?

Is the copy still me?

Solo immediately dismissed the terrible thought in his mind and shook his head.

I am a unique being.

I can't copy myself; if I were to copy someone else, I'd have to copy someone else.

"Are you guys never going to stop?!" Frieza roared in fury, his voice rising as his fists clenched. "I, Frieza—"

However, after Frieza had only said a few words, Solo simply couldn't bear to listen anymore.

His body suddenly spun around, his right leg whipping out like a whip, and he kicked out with a powerful kick, his foot landing directly on Frieza's face.

"Awoo!"

Frieza let out a wail and flew backward, tumbling twice in the air before crashing to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and leaving a clear shoe print on his face.

"You can't even have a proper conversation," Solo scolded irritably. "Why are you interrupting me? Don't you know it's very impolite to interrupt someone?"

Frieza got up from the ground with a dark expression, dusted himself off, and looked even more disgusted.

"You're asking for it!" Frieza roared, his voice forced from the depths of his throat.

"What?!" Vegeta, standing a short distance away, his pupils contracted again. "He knocked Frieza down with just one kick?"

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his fingers trembled slightly.

Just how much power is Solo hiding?

"Let me try!" Sun Wukong was eager to try, his fists clapping together in front of him. "I haven't had a proper fight with him yet, I'm going!"

"Go ahead, go ahead," Solo nodded.

Sun Wukong tapped his feet on the air and launched himself forward, flying straight towards Frieza's location.

Seeing Sun Wukong charging towards him, Frieza snorted coldly and swiftly threw out his right fist, which was covered in white flames as it smashed straight at Sun Wukong's face.

Sun Wukong slightly shifted his body to the side, tilting his head at an angle, easily dodging Frieza's attack, the force of the punch grazing his ear.

Immediately afterwards, Sun Wukong's knee slammed upwards, his kneecap striking Frieza's abdomen with tremendous force.

The energy surged through him, and Frieza's body arched into the shape of a giant shrimp.

"Bang!"

Sun Wukong delivered another side kick, his right foot whipping out like a whip, the sole of his foot striking Frieza's chest, sending Frieza flying backward.

"Whoosh!"

Sun Wukong gave chase, his body leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

He flipped in the air, performing an inverted hook, and slammed his heel straight down on Frieza's head.

However, Frieza reacted extremely quickly, jerking his body to the side and dodging Goku's kick.

He tucked his right fist to his waist, then slammed it out, the heavy fist striking Sun Wukong's abdomen.

"Bang!"

The punch landed instantly, the fist sinking into the abdomen.

Sun Wukong winced in pain, his lips twitching violently. He swung his hand back and slapped Frieza hard across the face, the crisp sound echoing through the air.

Frieza, in pain, tilted his head to one side, a trickle of purple blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He gritted his teeth and punched Sun Wukong, the fist whistling through the air as it slammed him down.

"call out!"

Frieza pressed down with his large hand, his five fingers spread open, palm facing down.

A powerful burst of energy erupted from his palm, a bright white beam slicing through the sky and enveloping Sun Wukong.

As the energy blasts fell, Sun Wukong hovered in mid-air, raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and caught them directly with his hand.

The energy ball spun above his palm, making a hissing sound.

"Boom!"

The energy blast exploded in Sun Wukong's hand, and flames engulfed his body.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and shockwaves spread in all directions.

The smoke spread rapidly, obscuring the area.

Frieza's face broke into a bright smile, a smug grin spreading across his lips, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Hey, I'm here, Frieza!" Goku's voice rang out from behind Frieza, not loud, but every word was clear.

"What?" Frieza mechanically turned his head and silently glared at Goku.

His face stiffened, and the smile on his lips froze.

Seeing how powerful Goku was, Vegeta's body couldn't help but tremble, shaking from his shoulders to his toes.

Just how strong is Kakarot?

Is this guy even stronger than Frieza?

Frieza gained absolutely no advantage over him.

"Goku, well done!" Krillin was extremely excited, a big smile spreading across his face as he rejoiced for Goku.

"Hurry up and show your true power, Frieza!" Goku chuckled.

"Hmph!" Frieza's face grew increasingly grim, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "You Saiyan wild monkey! I truly underestimated you! You actually knew I wasn't using my full power!"

"Yes." Sun Wukong's expression became more serious, and his brows furrowed slightly. "Your true strength is not just this much."

"Alright then!" Frieza slowly extended three fingers, tips pointing upwards. "Now I'll show you my third transformation!"

"The third level of transformation?" Sun Wukong was slightly taken aback, raising an eyebrow.

"What?!" Vegeta stood a short distance away, his pupils shrinking, his face extremely pale, and his lips trembling. "This guy can transform further?"

"Incidentally," Frieza held up four fingers, his smile widening, "I, Frieza, have four transformations. Each transformation greatly increases my fighting power!"

"That's really impressive." Sun Wukong nodded, his gaze turning serious. "Then you give it a try."

"Unlike you Saiyans," Frieza scoffed, arms crossed, "my fourth transformation is actually my final form. The reason I've been maintaining my first form is to conserve more energy. After all, my fourth form consumes too much energy."

"Oh, I see." Sun Wukong seemed to understand and nodded thoughtfully.

Vegeta was too frightened to speak, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"Just watch!" Frieza laughed maniacally, his laughter echoing through the air. "You should feel honored! You are the first people to witness me transform twice!"

His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, and his body slumped slightly.

"Third form! Transform!"

"Ahhhhh!"

Frieza let out a series of roars, his voice like the howl of a wild beast.

His body changed rapidly; his muscles swelled and his bones lengthened.

His forehead was stretched long and protruded forward, like a flat shovel.

The horns on its head disappeared and shrank back into its skin.

The facial features were distorted and deformed, the mouth became wider, and the teeth became sharper.

In the blink of an eye, Frieza completed his third transformation, becoming a complete monster.

His body was twice as big as before, with thick limbs and prominent back muscles.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Frieza looked at Goku with a sly smile, a cruel arc spreading across his lips. "Let's continue!"

"Come on!" Sun Wukong also assumed a fighting stance, with his legs spread apart and his fists crossed in front of him.

A powerful aura surged from within him, and golden light danced across his body.

"call out!"

Without further hesitation, Frieza pushed off the ground with his powerful legs and charged towards Goku at incredible speed.

His figure left a purple afterimage in the air, and his speed was so fast that the air currents pressed a long trench into the lake water on the ground.

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up slightly, his pupils clearly reflecting Frieza's every move, having already captured his trajectory.

"Bang! Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, Sun Wukong slammed his right fist into Frieza's face, the fist sinking into the distorted face.

At the same time, he raised his left foot and kicked him in the nose.

The two attacks struck almost simultaneously, the energy exploding on Frieza's face.

Poor Frieza, he was beaten by Goku as soon as he charged in.

His head snapped back, his body staggered backward, and blood seeped from his purple nose.

It's important to know that Sun Wukong's current base combat power is 300 million.

Frieza's third transformation only has a power level of 200 million.

The difference between the two is at least 100 million.

"Snapped!"

Sun Wukong lunged forward and grabbed Frieza's severed tail, his fingers gripping tightly.

He pulled Frieza's body, exerted force with his arms, and slammed him hard onto the ground.

Frieza's body was slammed hard onto the ground.

The ground was blasted open, creating a shallow crater. Debris flew everywhere, and dust billowed up.

"ah-"

Frieza let out a piercing scream, his body curled up at the bottom of the pit, his face contorted in agony.

"Frieza, your transformation isn't anything special," Goku said with a nonchalant smile, hovering low in the air. "Hurry up and bring out your final form."

Frieza lay at the bottom of the pit, a trace of purple blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

A flicker of shock crossed his eyes, quickly replaced by anger.

This Saiyan is no ordinary person.

It's much more powerful than I imagined.

Frieza got up from the ground with a gloomy face, dusted himself off, his face was ashen with anger, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Very well, you've thoroughly enraged me!" Frieza gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched, and stared coldly at Goku, his gaze sharp as two poisoned blades. "You'll regret this soon! Since you want to see my final transformation, then I'll grant your wish!"

"Aaaaaaah!"

Frieza held nothing back, his arms suddenly flailing to the sides as he roared towards the sky.

The sound, like the roar of a wild beast, echoed across the open plains, making one's eardrums ache.

"Boom!"

A powerful surge of energy erupted from Frieza, white flames spewing forth like a volcanic eruption, distorting the surrounding air.

The entire island was shaken violently, the ground cracked, and the lake water surged.

The gravel bounced off the ground and was crushed into powder in the blast wave.

Vegeta was suspended in the air, pushed backward several meters by the shockwave, and barely managed to regain his balance.

His eyes widened, his pupils reflecting Frieza's twisting and deforming body.

Vegeta was completely dumbfounded.

What a terrifying monster I've provoked!

Wait!

If I, Vegeta, could recover from a near-death state just once more, maybe I could reach Goku's current level.

His gaze fell on Sun Wukong.

That guy Kakarot, doesn't he have some strange beans?

"call out!"

Vegeta moved swiftly, rushing towards Goku's location.

"Huh? Vegeta?" Goku frowned slightly as he looked at Vegeta charging towards him. "Are you here to deal with Frieza?"

"Kakarot," Vegeta said urgently, his voice pleading, "You need to seriously injure me now! Then give me one of those beans!"

"I understand." Sun Wukong nodded thoughtfully, understanding immediately. "You want to be reborn from the brink of death and gain immense power, right?"

"That's right, exactly!" Vegeta nodded vigorously, his eyes gleaming.

"However," Goku shook his head, glanced at Vegeta, and felt a pang of reluctance, "I can't bring myself to hurt you!"

"Why are you being so indecisive?" Vegeta snapped, his voice rising. "It's not like you're asking me to kill you! Hurry up and stop dawdling!"

"This—" Sun Wukong was really embarrassed to do it, scratched his head, and looked away. "How about—you ask someone else?"

Vegeta's face darkened, and he immediately glanced in Soro's direction.

"What are you looking at!" Solo narrowed his eyes, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Want to try out Flash of Light again?"

Vegeta's expression froze, and he instinctively raised his hands to cover his eyes, pressing his fingers down on his eyelids.

"Kling." Solo patted Kling on the shoulder, tapping his shoulder twice. "Here's a good chance for you. This guy wants to get beaten up. Go and beat him half to death."

Klin: "————"

Klin's lips twitched, and his eyes widened.

"Huh?" Klin scratched his bald head. "I—my energy is too low, I probably can't break through his defenses!"

"Use the Qi Element Slash." Solo smiled, his tone casual.

"That's too harsh, isn't it?" Klin clicked his tongue and shrank back.

"If you keep dawdling, I'll throw you to Frieza as a sacrifice!" Solo glared, his eyes hardening.

Klin's lips twitched, startled, and he quickly distanced himself from Solo, his body floating back several meters.

He took a deep breath, his chest bulged, and then slowly floated to Vegeta's side.

"Bald boy!" Vegeta had overheard Zoro and Krillin's conversation while his eyes were closed. He opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Krillin. "You can seriously injure me, though!"

"Um—" Krillin stammered, a little embarrassed, twisting his hands together in front of him. "Even though I hate you, I can't bring myself to do it. Besides, Goku should be able to win, don't worry. And even if Goku can't win, there's always Zoro!"

"Why are you dawdling like that!" Vegeta roared, veins bulging on his forehead. "Hurry up and do it! If you don't, I'll kill you!"

Klin was a little confused for a moment.

Some people even begged me to beat them severely.

Even if I don't seriously injure him, he still wants to kill me.

Who can I turn to for justice?

"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Krillin took a deep breath, raised his hand to his side, his five fingers pressed together like a knife, "Qi Yuan Slash!"

""

With that, Klin flicked his wrist, and a rapidly spinning energy disc flew out from his palm.

The disc was bright white with sharp edges and emitted a piercing buzzing sound.

The distance is too close.

There were less than two meters between Krillin and Vegeta.

"Pfft!"

The Spirit Slash sliced ​​right through Vegeta's waist without the slightest hesitation.

The energy disc swept across, leaving a trail of purple blood droplets in its wake.

Vegeta's body was cut in half at the waist, with the upper and lower body separated and the cut clean.