Clash with King Cold

Wang Yang stood suspended in the vacuum of space, watching expressionlessly as the spaceship ahead billowed with thick smoke before erupting into a massive fireball; even from this distance, he could feel the wave of heat.

This ship looks somewhat familiar, Wang Yang muttered to himself.

As the ship continued to burn, a hulking figure slowly emerged from the smoke. Wang Yang's gaze flickered, and he stared at the figure with a solemn expression.

"You wretched brat, you've angered me! I will tear you limb from limb!" King Cold's body was charred black, and his two sleek, glossy horns were scorched by the smoke, appearing dull. He locked eyes with Wang Yang, his own filled with fury.

He couldn't even remember how many years it had been since he was last in such a sorry state. To be made to look this pathetic—this was a capital offense!

King Cold! This is a major problem. Wang Yang's face darkened as he realized the situation was tricky, countless thoughts flashing through his mind like sparks.

"So it is the illustrious King Cold. This Humble One has long admired you; what a thrill it is to meet you today. However, I have urgent business to attend to, so I shall pay you a visit another day!" Wang Yang cupped his hands and smiled at King Cold, not caring whether the King could hear him in the vacuum of space.

Once he finished speaking, Wang Yang pushed his ki to its peak and transformed into a streak of light, flying off into the distance.

The greatest wisdom in life: of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, fleeing is the best. Survival comes first.

With a combat power gap of double, the battle was essentially a foregone conclusion. Since the gap between Wang Yang and King Cold was astronomical, the chances of winning were slim to none—unless he knew King Kai's Fist or could transform into a Legendary Super Saiyan!

However, he had no clue how to trigger a Legendary Super Saiyan transformation.

King Cold watched as the wretched Saiyan opposite him wore a beaming smile, appearing as if he were genuinely happy to see him. But then, the brat took off like a shot, his speed so astonishing it left King Cold stunned, his expression instantly turning cold as ice.

It seemed he had been played by him again.

"Damnable Saiyan monkey, I won't be able to vent the malice in my heart until I've tortured you to death!" King Cold gritted his teeth and brushed the soot from his chest. His ship was destroyed, and who knew how long it would take to return to his lair? The more he thought about it, the angrier King Cold became.

With a roar, King Cold erupted with ki and gave chase, his thick, long tail whipping back and forth behind him.

"This is bad!" While flying through space, Wang Yang took the opportunity to glance back, only to see King Cold in hot pursuit, the distance between them closing rapidly.

This Saiyan monkey has some tricks; his combat power must be well over a million, King Cold thought to himself as he observed Wang Yang's speed ahead.

Just then, a yellowish-brown planet appeared in his field of vision. Wang Yang's eyes darted, and he veered toward the planet.

King Cold's lips curled upward. Purple energy erupted from his body, his speed increasing another notch as he followed him toward the planet.

Both of them landed on the planet's surface, standing face-to-face in a standoff.

"What's wrong, little monkey? Tired of running?" King Cold looked at Wang Yang opposite him with a mocking smirk.

"Running? Why would I run? Do you think you're worthy of making me flee? I was simply looking for a place to have a proper fight," Wang Yang said, refusing to lose face by admitting he had been running away.

"Let's see if you can keep that stiff upper lip in a moment," King Cold sneered.

Suddenly, Wang Yang's figure vanished, reappearing behind King Cold to deliver a fierce punch to his back.

BANG!

A flash of light crossed King Cold's eyes as he swung his thick elbow backward, colliding with Wang Yang's fist.

Wang Yang's strike missed, and his figure vanished again, splitting into five afterimages that launched a ferocious assault on King Cold in the center.

"Is this the extent of your power? Truly disappointing." King Cold wore a faint smile, his palms dancing to seal off the surrounding space, rendering Wang Yang's attacks ineffective.

By blocking the attacks with such nonchalance, the disparity in their strength was immediately clear.

The afterimages vanished, and Wang Yang appeared high above King Cold. He pushed his hands downward, and a bucket-sized energy sphere was forced down with all his might.

Super God Wave!

This was the abbreviation for the 'Super God Ki Blast' that Wang Yang had created. The technique was not yet refined, but naming it 'Super God' was a vision for the future; he believed that as he continued to grow, he would one day make the name live up to the reality.

BOOM!

The energy sphere struck King Cold's head, triggering a massive explosion that sent smoke billowing everywhere.

Wang Yang leaped high into the air, watching the dust below with a calm gaze. In his perception, despite taking a hit with eighty percent of his energy, King Cold's ki hadn't changed in the slightest.

Sure enough, as the wind blew the smoke away, King Cold's hulking frame was revealed.

As expected of the Frost Demon race; truly thick-skinned.

"To think that after Planet Vegeta was destroyed, a Saiyan monkey like you managed to escape. To have such combat power at such a young age is truly impressive. That arrogant King Vegeta from back then couldn't even compare to a single finger of yours." King Cold gave a sinister laugh, extending his index finger to wag it before his eyes.

"That dog King Vegeta certainly couldn't compare to me." Wang Yang's face darkened. He hadn't forgotten that when he was just born, if not for his extraordinary comprehension and the knowledge he had learned from his mind, he would have been killed by the people King Vegeta sent.

Every time he thought of that scene, Wang Yang still felt a lingering fear.

"Haha! King Vegeta was indeed a dog!" King Cold was slightly taken aback to hear this Saiyan curse their late king, but then a brilliant smile appeared on his face.

"Do you know the gap between us?" King Cold wore the expression of someone who had everything under control. He loved the look of despair on his enemies' faces when they realized his overwhelming combat power.

Wang Yang remained noncommittal. King Cold's combat power might not be the 120 million of Final Form Frieza, but it was likely around 100 million. With his own combat power of just over two million, he was truly outmatched; unless he transformed into a Legendary Super Saiyan, he stood no chance.

"You Frost Demons sure talk a lot. You're just asking for a beating." Wang Yang didn't want to hear his nonsense, staring at King Cold with guarded vigilance.

King Cold's purple face flushed red. He had wanted to boast grandly about his terrifying combat power, only to find that his opponent had no interest in listening, leaving him with the feeling of punching a pile of cotton.

"You're courting death!" King Cold flew into a rage. Being unable to show off was a truly frustrating affair.

The hulking King Cold moved with a speed that was anything but clumsy; he was as fast as a streak of light, appearing before Wang Yang in an instant.

A single punch landed on Wang Yang's face, sending him flying high into the air while spitting saliva.

King Cold didn't let up, flying up to appear above Wang Yang and unleashing a flurry of fierce attacks.