Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

Solo's shoulders narrowed by an inch, his waistline shrank slightly, the angles of his face softened, and his eyebrows changed from straight to slightly upturned.

The short black hair stretched and grew longer in the light, reaching down to the shoulder blades, with the ends curling slightly.

In the blink of an eye, Solo transformed into a beautiful young girl.

He looked down at his chest, his pupils suddenly contracting as if something had pierced through them from the inside.

"You, you, you..." Solo raised his finger, pointing at Bados, his fingertips trembling.

When his voice came out of his throat, it was clear, soft, and melodious, as if it had been tuned, with a kind of pleasantness that even she herself found unfamiliar.

"Oh my, oh my, what a lovely voice, and she's so beautiful!" Bardos laughed even harder, her eyes curving into crescents. "I never imagined that Solo would look so good as a woman."

She even turned to Champa and Fuwa and asked, "What do you think, Lord Fuwa and Lord Champa?"

"Beautiful!" Fuva's gaze lingered on Solo for several seconds, his lips twitched slightly, and he even licked his lips.

Solo's body shuddered violently, her pretty face instantly changed color, and a chill ran down her spine.

He crossed his arms, took a half step back, and looked at the man with an indescribable wariness in his eyes.

Champa merely glanced at Solo indifferently, without saying a word.

It seems that Xiangpa is not interested in beautiful women.

Solo remembered hearing Champa say that he was only interested in beautiful women with cat ears.

When Solo heard those words, he involuntarily shuddered.

Could he be referring to the girls on the planet Arantis?

They are all mine!

So from that day on, Solo became even more serious about his training.

If that guy Champa were to wipe out my planet one day, I'd have nowhere to turn for help.

We must find a way to surpass Xiangpa as soon as possible.

No! It's not just about surpassing Champa, it's about surpassing Beerus.

Maybe Beerus also likes beautiful women with cat ears.

Logically, Beerus should be in love with Broly's girlfriend.

Broly's girlfriend's name is Tseley, and she is a beautiful little girl with green skin all over her body.

In the Dragon Ball Super storyline, Beerus was always very interested in this little girl, and even said to himself that she was cute.

"Change back to normal!" Solo glared at Bados with a dark expression, his fists clenched, his handsome face filled with reluctance.

"Oh dear, hurry up and go down!" Bardos looked at Solo with a grin, tapping her scepter lightly in her hand. "That way, Lord Muru will definitely provoke you, which will also fulfill your wish."

Several black lines appeared on Solo's forehead, like a rejection written on his face.

But upon closer reflection, he had to admit it.

Bardos is right; it is indeed a very good method.

"When are you going to switch me back?" Solo asked before leaving, his eyes fixed on Bados.

"Once you've sorted things out, we'll naturally change you back into a man." Bardos covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes gleaming mischievously.

"If you don't keep your word, believe me, I'll spit in your food!" Solo raised his voice, threateningly.

Bardos's smile paused for a moment, and she lowered her fingers from her lips, silently wiping her forehead.

You are shameless!

Champa stood a few steps away, his lips twitching suddenly, his gaze lingering for a moment on Solo's handsome face.

He secretly decided that he would carefully observe every dish from now on.

If this kid really dares to do that, he wouldn't mind giving him a good beating.

"Alright, go ahead." Bardos's voice softened, and she pointed her scepter toward the palace.

"call out!"

Without further hesitation, Solo tapped his toes in the air, his body launched forward, transforming into a streak of light as he flew swiftly toward the palace.

His figure pierced through the clouds and through the air, like a falling meteor.

"Clap!"

Solo descended straight down from the sky, passing through the palace ceiling.

Broken tiles and wood chips flew in all directions, and smoke and dust filled the air.

His feet landed on the carpet in the center of the hall, just between Muru and the throne.

As he landed, Solo raised his hand and scratched his head, feeling that something was not quite right.

No... even if I don't become a woman, I can just come down!

I was fooled by that guy, Bardos!

I must find a way to get revenge later.

"Who goes there?" Mulu's eyes widened instantly, a hint of alertness flashing in his pupils as he coldly stared at the uninvited guest who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

However, when he saw that Solo was a great beauty, his gaze immediately changed, from wary to scrutinizing, and from scrutinizing to an interested look.

He leaned back in his chair, the coldness on his face dissipating considerably, replaced by a hint of interest.

The pretty girls behind Solo were all stunned.

Their gazes fell on the strange woman who had fallen from the sky. Some stared with their mouths agape, some clutched the hem of their clothes, and some instinctively took a half-step back.

Where did these best friends come from?

Are you planning to stand up for us?

"Oh?" Muru's gaze swept over Solo twice, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Are there any women this powerful on this planet? Interesting."

Solo glanced in Mulou's direction and quickly noticed a two-meter-tall robot named Mosco standing next to him.

The metal casing has a dark gray sheen and a smooth, streamlined shape. Its arms hang at its sides with its fingers slightly spread, like a machine in standby mode.

At this moment, Mulu was not inside Mosco's body, but was sitting on the throne, looking down at Solo.

"Mourou, you have committed countless evils, I am here to uphold justice!" Solo raised her arm, pointed her index finger at Murou, and shouted in a sweet voice.

The voice was softer than he had expected, like a violin string being gently plucked.

"You say you're here to uphold justice?" Muru chuckled, a playful expression appearing on his dark red face. "Interesting! Tell me, how do you plan to uphold justice? Are you going to beat me up?"

"I'm not just going to beat you up, I'm going to beat you so badly you'll be crawling on the floor!" Solo sneered, his chin slightly raised, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

"Come on, come on!" Mu Lu spread his arms, leaned back in his chair, and struck a welcoming pose. "Hit me as much as you want! I'll just consider it a massage!"

"Snapped!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Solo tensed up abruptly, and crimson energy surged from within him, covering his entire body like a burning coat.

Divine power flowed across his body, coating his long hair and the hem of his clothes with a dark red light.

However, Solo's hair remained black and did not transform into the silver-gray Ultra Instinct form.

Because Zoro trains in his normal state and doesn't intend to go the transformation route.

"The power of a God of Destruction!" Mullu's pupils contracted slightly, a genuine wariness flashing in his dark red eyes. His brows furrowed tightly, and he abruptly stood up, his gaze sweeping over Solo twice. "You... who exactly are you?"

Solo didn't waste any more words. He moved swiftly, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake.

In a flash, he was already directly opposite Muru.

"boom!"

Solo swung his right fist, the surface of which was covered with a layer of purplish-red light, and slammed it heavily into Mulou's chest.

The force exploded from the point of impact, producing a dull thud.

Mullu's body was struck as if by a heavy hammer, and he was sent flying backward.

His back slammed into the decorative stone pillars on the back wall of the main hall, sending rubble and dust flying in all directions. A human-shaped dent was left in the wall, and his body rolled several times on the ground, knocking over a low table with a vase on it, before finally coming to a stop, sprawling on the carpet with his limbs spread out.

It's important to know that after using the skill that increases strength by 500, Solo's strength is now comparable to Champa's.

Mull's strength is actually quite average, at most reaching the level of Toppo, the God of Destruction.

Without Mosco's support, he's no match for him at all.

"What are you all standing here for? Hurry up and leave." Solo turned his head and ordered the group of pretty girls who were still standing there trembling.

"Thank you, sister!"

The young girls quickly thanked them, their voices mingling together in a jumble, then turned and ran towards the palace gate.

"It's my brother! Not my sister!" Solo's face darkened, and his voice rose an octave. "Actually, I'm a man!"

Several pretty girls who had run to the door turned around upon hearing this. Their gazes lingered on Solo's handsome face with his long, flowing hair for a couple of seconds, then they exchanged a glance before turning and running away again.

They couldn't stand the thought that Solo was a man.

"puff"

Mullu lay on the carpet, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He propped himself up on the ground and slowly raised his head. His dark red face was filled with gloom, and his gaze was like a poisoned knife, fixed on Solo.

Chapter 139 You're a bit weak, God of Destruction!

"You...you're not from our universe, who are you?" Muru asked coldly, his voice hoarse and low, filled with barely suppressed anger.

"I am the God of Justice who will never let any bad guy get away with it! My name is Solo!" Solo put his hands on his hips, raised his chin slightly, and showed a bright smile on his face.

His elongated eyelashes cast a small shadow under the light, making his smile seem undeniably smug.

Mullu opened his mouth, his dark red gaze lingering on Solo's face for a long time, as if confirming something, before his lips twitched twice.

Where did this idiot come from?

A righteous god who will not let any bad person go unpunished?

"You! You're asking for death!" Mulu stopped wasting words, stomped his foot on the carpet, and his short body shot out, so fast that only a dark red afterimage remained.

His fist swung out, its surface coated with a purplish-red light, whistling through the air, and smashed towards Solo's face.