Combat Power is Only 1000?

"Ah..."

Nappa let out another shrill, miserable scream, his body arching like a shrimp.

Afterward, he lifted his head and cursed at Soro, "You bastard, I won't let you get away with this!"

"Your arm was just too brittle, are you blaming me?" Soro shook his head, feigning an innocent expression as he spread his hands.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Nappa shrieked, his eyes bloodshot, and he lunged toward Soro with claws bared.

His form had lost all balance, and blood was still streaming from his severed arm, yet the aura of his rage had become even more violent.

Soro's lips curled upward.

The moment Nappa lunged, he flickered and vanished from his spot.

"Swish!"

In a mere instant, Soro appeared behind Nappa.

He didn't even turn his head to look.

"Bang!"

Soro delivered a kick, his sole landing solidly in the center of Nappa's back.

Nappa performed a textbook face-plant, his entire face burying into the dirt, getting a mouthful of soil, and he lay on the ground, unable to crawl back up for a long time.

"So fast!" Vegeta's pupils constricted slightly, and a trace of surprise finally appeared on his face.

Is this the strength displayed by someone with a combat power of 1,000?

What on earth happened to Soro?

Seeing this scene, Piccolo, Krillin, and Son Gohan were momentarily stunned.

Krillin's mouth hung wide open, his eyes rounded.

Son Gohan poked his head out from behind Piccolo, his small face filled with confusion.

They were actually fighting each other!

This newcomer Saiyan wasn't their ally!

"Great!" Krillin was both surprised and delighted, clenching his fist and pumping it in front of him, "This is perfect, we can wait for Goku to arrive."

Piccolo nodded slightly, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on Soro's back.

He also felt that things were moving in a positive direction.

"Is this new guy really that strong?" Krillin wondered, tilting his head with a deep frown, "His ki clearly doesn't feel that powerful!"

"His ki does appear that way on the surface." Piccolo nodded gently, his voice low, "It's not even as strong as that Saiyan called Nappa."

He paused, his gaze deepening.

"But for some reason, he gives off a feeling of extreme confidence."

As he spoke, Piccolo wiped his sweat in silence, feeling a bit ashamed.

He had previously said this person wasn't as good as Raditz.

As it turned out... he was even stronger than Nappa!

Krillin scratched his head, letting out an "Oh" that suggested he only half-understood.

"Regardless," Krillin let out a long sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead, "it seems we've been saved; now we just wait for Goku to get here."

"Whether the other party is friend or foe remains an unknown..." Piccolo cast a deep look toward Soro's direction.

"But then again," Krillin scratched his head, looking left and right, "why hasn't Goku arrived yet?"

Nappa endured the pain from his severed arm and gritted his teeth as he climbed up from the ground.

He turned around to look at Soro, his eyes filled with a mix of terror and rage.

"How?" Nappa panted heavily, his voice trembling, "When did he get behind me?"

He glanced back at the footprints on the ground behind him, then looked at Soro.

Veins bulged on his forehead as he roared, "You bastard, I won't let you get away with this!"

Soro tilted his head, his lips curling into a brilliant smile, "Don't say that, Nappa. Actually, I've always admired you."

He stepped forward, reaching out to point at Nappa's chest from a distance.

"After all, you are an elite warrior of our Saiyan race, far surpassing high-class warriors like Raditz, and certainly not something a low-class warrior like me can compare to."

Soro's tone was impossibly sincere.

"My admiration for you is like the endless flow of the Yangtze River, and like the flooding of the Yellow River, completely unstoppable!"

Nappa's face turned leaden, his expression growing increasingly ugly; the veins on his temples throbbed, and his remaining hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles cracking.

The words Soro spoke were, to the current Nappa, nothing short of a massive mockery.

You son of a...

You ripped off one of my arms, and you have the nerve to say you admire me?

"Shut your mouth!" Nappa roared in a fit of rage, his voice sharp and harsh.

However, Nappa's outburst came at a cost, as fresh crimson blood sprayed once more from his severed limb.

"Hahaha!" Soro laughed heartily, pointing a finger at Nappa's stump, "The way your arm is spraying blood looks just like a fountain!"

"I won't forgive you!" Nappa, driven to desperation, gritted his teeth and unleashed the entirety of his energy.

A violent aura surged from within his body, sending the gravel on the ground rolling in every direction.

He pulled his remaining arm back, pushed off the ground with his legs, and charged toward Soro once again.

Soro stood his ground, motionless, merely extending his right hand and raising a single finger.

Nappa's fist came crashing down.

Soro flicked his finger lightly, and the fist grazed past his face.

Nappa swung his left fist horizontally.

Soro pressed his finger downward, and the wind from the punch swept over the top of his head.

Nappa raised his leg for a side kick.

Soro tapped his finger forward, striking the shinbone dead center, and Nappa's leg recoiled.

Nappa had been attacking for quite some time, his fists and kicks raining down like a storm, yet he realized Soro had blocked them all using only a single finger.

His expression shifted from anger to shock, and from shock to terror.

Nappa hurriedly leaped backward, putting some distance between them.

"You, you, you..." Nappa stood dazed, his lips trembling, unable to process what had happened.

He looked down at his own unscathed fist, then back at Soro's upright finger.

One finger.

He had used only one finger.

"Not bad." A brilliant smile appeared on Soro's face as he retracted his finger and waved it in front of him, "That speed just now was quite fast."

"Vegeta!" Nappa turned his head to ask Vegeta, his voice trembling, "What exactly is this guy's combat power?!"

"1000." Vegeta's face was dark, his voice low as his eyes remained locked on Soro.

"You... what did you say?" Nappa gasped, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, "Is his combat power really only 1000? That's impossible! That is absolutely impossible!"

"Hmph." Vegeta let out a cold snort, gritted his teeth, ripped the scouter off his face, and threw it onto the ground.

The scouter hit the ground, bounced twice, and the screen flickered before going dark.

"It is possible that this guy possesses some special technique." Vegeta's voice squeezed through his teeth, "It is also possible that, just like these Earthlings, he can control his combat power at will, and the scouter simply isn't picking it up!"

"You've been attacking me for a while now." Soro's lips curled into a faint arc, a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes, "Is it my turn to attack now?"

"You... what did you say?" Nappa was so infuriated he actually laughed, throwing his head back and howling wildly, his laughter laced with a touch of hysteria, "You say you're going to attack me?"