"What? Our Scouters are having problems? Impossible. Absolutely impossible."
"If it's our fault, we'll never run from it. But if it isn't, we'll never admit to it either."
"King Frieza just praised our company's products as outstanding, and you dare try to scam us?"
"One Scouter might malfunction, but how could so many Scouters all detect this energy if something were wrong? Bunch of muscleheads. You savages only know how to use violence." After hanging up, the humanoid's face was terribly grim.
In truth, he had received messages from all sides at the company and could clearly sense that something was amiss. But the others didn't have access to as many sources of information, so they had a different understanding of the situation and thought it was simply a Scouter malfunction.
This time, we're going to take a huge hit. The humanoid thought of the unreasonable demands those savages had just made: a tenfold refund for counterfeits, triple compensation, refunds without returns... Every time he thought of them, his heart bled.
He wanted to fight back, but they were either space pirates or powerful figures. His own faction was weak, and there was nothing he could do. All he could do was put on a smiling face and meekly agree.
As for those with little strength, he was extremely hard on them. No matter what they said, he gave them the same answer: "There's nothing wrong with my products. It's a problem on your end!"
Sitting cross-legged inside the energy barrier, every inch of Wang Yang's skin trembled at high speed, as if countless fleas were jumping beneath it.
His breathing was even as he sank into sleep. He had entered a state of suspended animation. In this state, all his bodily functions dropped to a minimum. Like a turtle, he could go without food and sleep for a long time without harm.
He had integrated training into his body. Whether walking, sitting, or lying down, he was always cultivating, growing stronger with every passing moment. That was the key to his rapid rise in battle power over the past ten years.
A vast meteor shower surged forward with the force of thunder, long tails of flame streaming behind the meteors as they hurtled toward Wang Yang.
The energy barrier surrounding Wang Yang collided head-on with the meteor shower. Under its impact, house-sized meteors instantly shattered, and countless smaller fragments flew in every direction.
The moment the barrier struck the meteors, the vibrations rippling through it roused Wang Yang.
As Wang Yang opened his eyes, the spherical barrier sprang to life. Under his control, it bounced around the meteor shower like an exceptionally elastic ball of light, darting in every direction.
Just then, a conical meteor the size of a small mountain came hurtling toward Wang Yang.
Wang Yang's expression turned stern, his gaze sharp as a blade. He drew in a breath, clenched his fist, and struck the meteor with all his might.
A muffled thud sounded through Wang Yang's fist.
From afar, the imposing meteor shattered beneath Wang Yang's small punch. Its countless fragments collided with the surrounding meteors, throwing the meteor shower's advance into disarray.
After colliding with the enormous meteor, Wang Yang felt his blood and qi surge. A distant memory surfaced.
It's been so long since I felt this kind of fire in my blood. The last time was when I fought Broly. At the thought of Broly, Wang Yang was instantly filled with fighting spirit.
After ten years of training, he wished he could appear in front of Broly right then and fight him properly, to see which of them had the upper hand now.
I can't sense Broly's energy. That bastard Paragus—I wonder where he took Broly.
He hadn't fought in ten years, and his hands were itching for action. After loosening up his arms, Wang Yang turned into a blur and punched at the oncoming meteor shower.
From afar, Wang Yang's small figure became countless afterimages, forming an impregnable barrier. Every meteor that came flying toward him burst beneath his iron fists, unable to get a single step past him.
When Wang Yang shattered the last meteor with a punch, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He suddenly turned around, gathered blue energy in both hands, and blasted toward the meteor fragments floating in space.
Brilliant blue light blazed, instantly engulfing and destroying the meteor fragments, reducing them to cosmic dust. Riding the force of the shock wave, Wang Yang accelerated toward the distance.
"My lord, the ship has detected another battle power reading of 570,000."
"It was one million before, and now it's 570,000. High battle power keeps showing up. Since when did powerful fighters become so common? I've roamed the universe for over ten years and never seen anyone with battle power above 200,000. The Scouter must be broken. Speed up! I'll show that baldhead exactly how serious the consequences are for selling me shoddy knockoffs." The bull-headed man's voice was cold.
Inside a massive, circular spaceship, a burly figure with purple skin sat on a tall seat. Two pointed horns like a bull's rose from his head, and his black lips gave him an eerie appearance. He was none other than King Cold, the former Pirate King who had once struck terror throughout the universe!
"I heard you detected energy with a battle power of one million?" King Cold rose to his feet, his long tail trailing along the floor behind him.
"Your Majesty, from what we've found, the Scouter must have malfunctioned. Who else in the universe could have battle power that high besides your family?" A hairy alien standing nearby respectfully flattered him.
"Hahaha!" King Cold laughed heartily, his voice echoing through the enclosed ship.
"Fool!"
King Cold suddenly hurled a black energy ball, sending the hairy alien flying.
"Once, you could blame it on a Scouter malfunction. But are you telling me the Scouters on all my ships have broken?"
Some of his subordinates had reported detecting battle power of one million, and he had heard the same report more than ten times.
"But when I scanned again afterward, I couldn't detect that energy anymore." The hairy alien fought through the intense pain, shakily got to his feet, and spoke cautiously.
"The races in the universe are strange and varied. There's nothing unusual about being able to control the energy in one's body. The Namekians, for instance, have that ability." King Cold was well-informed and didn't mind broadening his subordinate's knowledge.
"I see." The hairy alien looked enlightened.
"Set course at once. I want to meet this person with a battle power of one million. Frieza has the Ginyu Force, but I'm his father, and I barely have a handful of capable underlings. It's embarrassing to bring them along. This fellow showed up at just the right time. I'll make him join me," King Cold ordered.
A mere battle power of one million posed no threat to King Cold.
In the void, King Cold's enormous fleet immediately changed course and headed toward the location detected by the Scouters.
Inside the ship, a projection suddenly appeared in midair.
"My dear son Frieza, it's been a long time since you contacted your father," King Cold said with a smile as he looked at Frieza in the projection, who was a size smaller than him.
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