Battle Power Only 1000?

"Ah..."

Nappa let out another anguished scream, doubling over like a shrimp.

Then he lifted his head and cursed Soro furiously. "You bastard! I'll make you pay!"

"Your arm was just too brittle. How's that my fault?" Soro shook his head, putting on an innocent expression as he spread his hands.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Nappa roared, his eyes bloodshot as he lunged toward Soro, claws bared.

He had lost his balance, and blood was still pouring from his severed arm, but his fury burned even more fiercely.

Soro's lips curled upward.

The moment Nappa charged, Soro flickered and vanished from where he stood.

"Whoosh!"

In the blink of an eye, Soro appeared behind Nappa.

He didn't even look back.

"Thud!"

Soro kicked him square in the back.

Nappa went down in a perfect face-plant, burying his face in the dirt and getting a mouthful of soil. He lay there for a long time without getting back up.

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

Was this really the strength of someone with a battle power of 1,000?

What on earth had happened to Soro?

Piccolo, Krillin, and Son Gohan were all stunned by the sight.

Krillin's mouth fell open, his eyes wide as saucers.

Son Gohan peeked out from behind Piccolo, his little face full of confusion.

They were actually fighting!

This newly arrived Saiyan wasn't their ally!

"Great!" Krillin exclaimed, startled and delighted. He clenched his fist and pumped it in front of himself. "Now we can just wait for Goku to get here."

Piccolo gave a slight nod, arms crossed as he watched Soro's back.

He also felt things were turning out for the best.

"Is this new guy really that strong?" Krillin wondered aloud, tilting his head and furrowing his brows. "His energy doesn't feel all that powerful!"

"On the surface, his energy does seem that way," Piccolo replied with a slight nod, his voice somewhat low. "It's even far weaker than that Saiyan named Nappa."

He paused, his gaze growing distant.

"But for some reason, he gives off an incredibly confident air."

As he spoke, Piccolo quietly wiped away his sweat, feeling a little ashamed.

He'd said earlier that this guy wasn't as strong as Raditz.

And yet... he was stronger than Nappa!

Krillin scratched his head and gave an uncertain "Oh."

"Anyway," Krillin said, letting out a long breath of relief as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, "it looks like we're saved. Now we just have to wait for Goku."

"We still don't know whether they're friend or foe..." Piccolo said, looking deeply toward Soro.

"But speaking of which," Krillin said, scratching his head and glancing around, "why hasn't Goku gotten here yet?"

Nappa endured the pain of his severed arm and gritted his teeth as he climbed to his feet.

He turned to look at Soro, his eyes a mix of fear and fury.

"What...?" Nappa panted, his voice trembling. "When did he get behind me?"

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

The veins in his forehead bulged as he roared, "You bastard! I'll make you pay!"

Soro tilted his head, his lips spreading into a brilliant smile. "Don't say that, Nappa. The truth is, I've always admired you."

He stepped forward and pointed at Nappa's chest from a distance.

"After all, you're an elite Saiyan warrior, far above an upper-class warrior like Raditz. You're certainly beyond the likes of a low-class warrior like me."

Soro sounded utterly sincere.

"My admiration for you flows endlessly, like the mighty Yangtze—and floods like the Yellow River, beyond all control!"

Nappa's face turned livid, growing even more dreadful by the second. The veins at his temples bulged, and his remaining hand clenched into a fist, the knuckles cracking.

To Nappa, Soro's words were the ultimate insult.

You bastard...

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

"Shut your mouth!" Nappa shouted furiously.

But as soon as Nappa got angry, fresh red blood began spurting from his severed arm.

"Hahaha!" Soro burst out laughing, pointing at Nappa's severed arm. "The way your arm's spraying blood makes it look just like a fountain!"

"I'll make you pay!" Nappa snarled, gritting his teeth as he unleashed all the energy within him.

A violent aura surged from his body, sending rocks skittering across the ground.

He pulled back his remaining arm, dug his feet into the ground, and charged at Soro again.

Soro stood perfectly still, merely raising his right hand and holding up one finger.

Nappa's fist swung at him.

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

Nappa swept at him with his left fist.

Soro pressed his finger downward, and the wind from the punch passed over his head.

Nappa threw a side kick.

Soro tapped forward with his finger, striking the shinbone. Nappa's leg bounced back.

Nappa attacked for a long time, his punches and kicks raining down, only to realize that Soro had blocked every one of them with a single finger.

His expression changed from anger to shock, then from shock to fear.

Nappa hurriedly leaped backward, putting some distance between them.

"You... you..." Nappa froze, his lips trembling as he struggled to process what had happened.

He looked down at his unharmed fist, then at Soro's raised finger.

One finger.

He'd used just one finger.

"Not bad," Soro said with a brilliant smile. He lowered his finger and wagged it in front of himself. "You were pretty fast just now."

"Vegeta!" Nappa turned to ask him, his voice trembling. "What's this guy's battle power?"

"1,000," Vegeta replied darkly, his voice low as he stared intently at Soro.

"W-what did you say?" Nappa cried, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head. "His battle power really is only 1,000? That's impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Hmph." Vegeta snorted, gritted his teeth, and ripped the Scouter off his eye, throwing it to the ground.

The Scouter bounced twice. Its screen flickered, then went dark.

"It's possible this guy has some kind of special technique," Vegeta said through gritted teeth. "Or maybe, like these Earthlings, he can freely control his battle power, and it just isn't showing up on the Scouter!"

"You've been hitting me for a while," Soro said, his lips curving into a faint smile as a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. "Now it's my turn to attack, right?"

"W-what did you say?" Nappa was so furious he almost laughed. He threw his head back and let out a wild, manic laugh. "You're saying you're going to attack me?"