Crackle—!
The sound of pure flesh striking flesh echoed across the battlefield. Every collision of fists sent shockwaves rippling out, collapsing the ground and leaving craters of varying sizes.
Blinding speed, savage iron fists—the dull thuds of punches hammering into flesh were enough to make one shudder.
Bang!
With a heavy impact, Piccolo's body was forced back, purple blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Die, you Namekian trash."
Nappa charged forward with a cruel grin, about to deliver Piccolo a fatal blow, when...
"Nappa, get away from there!"
At that moment, Vegeta suddenly shouted from behind him. Nappa froze upon hearing it, just about to turn around and ask why.
"Destructo Disc!"
Krillin's roar suddenly rang out. The circular shockwave condensed in his hand was like a spinning saw blade, tearing through the air with an incomparably low, slicing hum!
Bzz—!
Nappa had not paid it much attention at first, but his absolute trust in Vegeta made him act without hesitation. He flashed away from his original position at high speed.
Whoosh!
The circular shockwave grazed past him by a hair's breadth, curving toward a distant mountain and slicing through it in a flash.
A sight that made Nappa frown followed. The small mountain in the distance had been cleanly cut into two from the middle.
These bastards!!!
Veins bulged on Nappa's forehead. If he remembered correctly, that little bald guy on the other side had initially possessed a battle power of only thirteen hundred, yet the attack just now had clearly carried more than half again that much power.
If the person rushing here at top speed was the same...
No!
They had to finish these guys quickly. Otherwise, once they joined forces, those people might seize the chance to ambush them with techniques like that one.