The light gradually weakened, and the shattered continent that Frieza and Shin had originally teleported to became even more fragmented, drifting through the boundless black universe.
However, because Myriad Worlds Continent was simply too vast, many of the fragments were already larger than Earth, with even larger ones being far from rare.
From Shin's vantage point, he could even clearly make out Abandoned Heaven Emperor and Saitama, the two responsible for shattering the continent. They were still locked in fierce combat, waves of increasingly powerful energy clashing against one another.
Naturally, Frieza had no interest in paying attention to anyone else. He looked coldly at Shin in the distance and said icily, "You're still alive? Lucky you!"
Shin shrugged. "Well... do you think I survived by luck?"
"Wasn't it?" Frieza sneered, resuming his previous arrogant demeanor. "I admit that you have some strength, as well as certain special abilities I do not understand. But in my eyes, you are not fundamentally different from that Orochi from before. When you burst forth, you may reach a combat power of over ten million. With your special abilities and constitutions, perhaps you can unleash even greater power. But so what? When this king goes all out, insects like you are simply incapable of withstanding a single blow."
Listening to Frieza's remarks, Shin shook his head helplessly. "Sigh... even now, you're still clinging to that pointless theory of combat power? Fine, let me teach you that combat power cannot represent everything. Oh, and one more thing—if we're comparing combat power alone, I'm stronger than you are right now!"
"What?" Frieza was startled, wearing an expression as if he had seen a ghost. Veins immediately bulged across his forehead and body, and his body swelled another size larger. Under Shin's barely concealed mockery, he could