RNP Chapter 254 Piccolo Makes His Move
Chapter 254 Piccolo Makes His Move
Frieza, arms crossed, his face etched with his usual arrogance and disdain, slowly bent down, staring intently at Goku as if surveying an ant. He curled his lip and sneered, "I truly cannot fathom what's going on in the heads of you Saiyans. Always engaging in these pointless struggles; before absolute power, all resistance is nothing but a laughable display of folly."
He straightened up, his mockery intensifying, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and continued, "Over the years, you have challenged me time and time again, only to be crushed time and time again. Those worthless battles of the past should come to a complete end. Today is your death day, Sun Wukong, your laughable struggles should also come to an end." With that, he burst into arrogant laughter, the sound echoing across the empty arena, radiating boundless arrogance.
Frieza extended a finger, aiming it straight at Goku's head. A sinister sneer graced his face, and his voice was icy and chilling: "You think resistance can change anything? How naive. After I've dealt with you, I'll take care of that little monkey too." His eyes were filled with disdain and ruthlessness, as if he were stating something utterly mundane. "That way, there won't be any Saiyans left in the entire universe, hahahahahaha."
In the distance, Piccolo was receiving ki from Krillin and Gohan. Feeling the infusion of power, Piccolo called out, "Alright, that's enough! You two need to conserve some ki for yourselves. Frieza seems to have sensed the Spirit Bomb. From now on, you must protect yourselves. Find a hidden place to hide, and absolutely cannot afford any mishaps!"
Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, his face contorted slightly with exertion and anxiety. His heart churned like a raging sea as he thought to himself, "No, I'm really nearing my limit. Not only has Frieza discovered the Spirit Bomb, but with the energy it currently holds, harming Frieza is practically impossible. Damn it! What should I do?!"
Frieza's face was contorted with rage as he stared intently at Goku, snarling, "So that's what you were up to all this time! You hopeless idiot. All that suffering you endured before was for nothing!" As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling energy wave instantly condensed between his fingers, aimed directly at the weakened Goku.
Seeing this, Sun Wukong's eyes suddenly flashed with golden light. With a roar that shook the heavens, he mustered all his remaining strength and leaped high into the air, simultaneously throwing a fist filled with unwavering determination straight at Frieza. Frieza remained calm, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He slightly shifted his body, extending his hand to firmly grasp Sun Wukong's fist. His smugness intensified as he sneered, "Too bad, you're almost out of strength now. With this little bit of ability, you think you can resist?" As he spoke, he slowly pointed his finger, imbued with deadly energy, towards Sun Wukong's forehead. It seemed that the energy was about to explode instantly, killing Sun Wukong.
Piccolo, witnessing this critical moment from afar, widened his eyes in an instant, his eye sockets almost bursting with rage. He roared furiously, "Damn it! Ah!" The sound wave tore through the air, and then his aura suddenly exploded. His body surged wildly, like a cannonball, tearing through space and rushing towards Frieza and Goku.
Frieza, oblivious to the danger behind him, focused entirely on Goku. A sinister smirk played on his lips as he uttered the words, "Disappear!" Just as his fingertip energy was about to strike Goku's forehead, Frieza seemed to sense a deadly threat from behind. His heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran down his spine. However, everything happened too fast. He had no time to react. An overwhelming force struck from the side, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound. Piccolo's kick, fueled by boundless rage, slammed into Frieza's side. The immense impact sent Frieza flying like a kite with a broken string, tracing a pathetic arc in the air before crashing to the ground with a loud thud, kicking up a cloud of dust that shook the ground violently.
With difficulty, Sun Wukong turned his head, and the moment his gaze fell upon Piccolo, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. His chapped lips parted slightly: "Piccolo..." His voice was hoarse, yet filled with boundless trust and gratitude.
Piccolo's expression was grave. He didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from his brow. He said urgently, "Old Sun, while Frieza is still in shock, hurry up and finish the Spirit Bomb!" His tone was full of unwavering determination.
Sun Wukong nodded vigorously and took a deep breath: "Thank you, Piccolo." Simple words, yet they carried a profound sentiment.
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!" Piccolo urged, his eyes warily fixed on the dusty area not far away, constantly on guard against Frieza's counterattack.
Without further hesitation, Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, braced himself with his hands on the ground, and suddenly stood up, veins bulging on his arms as every muscle strained. Then, he raised his hands high, looking at the still-forming energy blast in the sky, his aura surging as he absorbed all the energy between heaven and earth.
Piccolo, while struggling to fend off Frieza's possible attacks, shouted anxiously at Goku, "Hurry up, Goku! I'm about to run out of energy! If this drags on any longer, we're all doomed!" His voice trembled slightly, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his face was full of exhaustion and anxiety.
Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and replied, "I know!" At this moment, he was completely focused on guiding the Spirit Bomb, his hands trembling slightly as he did his best to gather the primordial energy of the universe.
In the distance, Frieza leaped from the dust into the air, his eyes burning with rage as he roared, "So it was that Namekian from before! He actually dared to stay here; he's practically asking for death!" Frieza exuded a terrifying aura, the powerful pressure distorting the surrounding air. Clearly, he had been thoroughly enraged by Piccolo's sneak attack and was preparing to unleash a furious revenge.
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On King Kai's planet, Recoome, looking impatient, crossed his arms and yelled, "Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense and get rid of this old man!" His voice echoed across the empty planet.
Geese, Bart, and Guldo exchanged glances, nodded, and echoed in unison, "Alright!" The four of them exuded a powerful sense of oppression as they slowly approached King Kai with steady yet threatening steps.
King Kai remained calm, turning to look at Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, and Amu Cha. His expression was composed and resolute as he said slowly, "Alright, these guys are in your hands now." His tone carried an unquestionable trust.
"Wh...what?" Tien Shinhan's eyes widened in disbelief, Chiaotzu was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth, and Yamcha was also shocked, his face full of surprise and tension, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. His body tensed up subconsciously, as if he hadn't recovered from this sudden mission.