The Defeated Trash Has No Right to Live

"Even if it wasn't a machine malfunction, what powerful warriors could a low-level planet like this possibly have?" Nappa said disdainfully.

Vegeta said nothing more. He floated in the air with a cold expression, showing no intention of acting personally and fully assuming the posture of the final boss.

After setting the heroes down, Superman strode toward Nappa. The blazing fury in his eyes showed that he had reached the peak of his anger. The superheroes had come to Metropolis today partly to save Earth and partly to support him. Though no one said it aloud, Superman understood that his years of protecting Earth had earned the superheroes' recognition.

"You overconfident brat, I really don't like that look in your eyes. I hope you can keep that expression when you're in a cage later," Nappa said, cracking his neck. His eyes were filled with a Saiyan's arrogance and contempt for Superman. Brimming with swagger, he was convinced that Earth had no strong warriors capable of threatening him.

"Trash like you only needs one move from me."

"Earth is a planet that longs for peace. You Saiyans shouldn't make this place your target!" Superman had clearly heard their earlier conversation. After all, his super hearing was no decoration.

As if he had heard some hilarious joke, Nappa clutched his stomach and laughed. "As expected of a backward planet. You actually say such ridiculous things. Let Lord Nappa tell you this: in the universe, fists are the only thing that matters. The weak have no room to survive."

With that, Nappa's aura surged. He widened his bull-like eyes and glared viciously at Superman. Seeing Superman act as though he did not take him seriously at all, his rage instantly hit MAX.

Having followed Vegeta for years and been ordered around as "trash"