Mephia's Misery

The Old Supreme Kai watched the two fighters below in astonishment. To be honest, he could no longer make out their movements at this point. Seeing only the sheer spectacle created by Piccolo and Zangya's fierce battle, he said in endless amazement, "I never thought a Namekian could become this powerful. This has truly broadened my horizons."

Chaya turned to him with a smile. "Piccolo can perform so strongly because of the boost from Kaioken, but using Kaioken to this extent is nearly at its limit." After all, it was a technique developed by North Kai. No matter how perfect it was, it still had flaws, and North Kai himself lacked the ability to further improve it.

The Old Supreme Kai nodded. He could also tell that Piccolo's true strength was still some distance away from Super Saiyan 2; the rest had all been raised through Kaioken. Even so, it had shattered his previous understanding of Namekians.

In fact, Universe 6 did have a Namekian whose strength rivaled the peak of Super Saiyan 2. That was Universe 6's Super Namekian, Posalen. His power had already approached Super Saiyan 3. After all these years, who knew whether he had grown even stronger.

As East Supreme Kai listened to Chaya and the Old Supreme Kai chatting calmly beside him, he also kept his attention fixed on the match in the arena. He stood there like a puppet, his mouth slightly open, too numb with shock to react.

The experts constantly emerging from Red Mountain Star had refreshed his understanding of mortals. In the past, the only one capable of rivaling him, a Supreme Kai, had been Dabura, King of the Demon Realm. That had inevitably made him look down on mortals somewhat. Like Kibito, before encountering mortals of sufficient stature, he had