Wang Yang hovered in space, his face expressionless as he watched the spaceship ahead belch thick smoke before erupting in a massive blaze. Even from far away, he could feel the wave of heat coming off it.
This ship looks kind of familiar, Wang Yang thought to himself.
The ship continued to burn. A towering figure slowly emerged through the smoke. Wang Yang's gaze shifted, and he watched him warily.
"You miserable brat, you've made me angry. I'll tear you limb from limb!" King Cold was covered in soot, and his two glossy horns had been darkened by the smoke. He met Wang Yang's gaze, his eyes brimming with fury.
How many years had it been since he'd last been this humiliated? Making him look this bad was a capital offense!
King Cold! This is bad. Wang Yang's face darkened. This was going to be tricky. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.
"So you're the renowned King Cold. I've admired you for a long time, and I'm incredibly honored to meet you today. But I have something important to take care of right now. I'll visit another time!" Wang Yang clasped his hands and smiled at King Cold, not caring whether he could hear him in the vacuum of space.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yang raised his energy to its peak and shot away like a streak of light.
The greatest wisdom in life: of the thirty-six stratagems, retreat is the best. Staying alive comes first.
When one fighter's battle power was twice the other's, there was little suspense in the outcome. The gap between Wang Yang and King Cold was enormous, leaving him virtually no chance of winning—unless he knew King Kai's Fist or could transform into a Legendary Super Saiyan!
But he had no confidence that he could transform into a Legendary Super Saiyan yet.
King Cold saw the hateful Saiyan grinning at him as if he were delighted to see him. But then the brat took off in a flash, moving so fast it was astonishing. King Cold's face immediately turned icy.
He'd been played again.
"Damn Saiyan monkey! I won't be satisfied until I've tortured you to death!" King Cold ground his teeth and brushed the soot off his chest. His ship had been destroyed, and who knew how long it would take to get back to his base? The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
King Cold powered up and sped after Wang Yang, his thick tail whipping back and forth behind him.
"This isn't looking good!" As he flew through space, Wang Yang glanced back and saw King Cold hot on his heels. The distance between them was rapidly shrinking.
This Saiyan monkey has some tricks. His battle power must be over a million, King Cold thought as he watched Wang Yang fly ahead.
Just then, a yellow-brown planet came into view. Wang Yang's eyes darted around, and he flew toward it.
King Cold's lips curled slightly. Purple energy flared around him, and he accelerated toward the planet as well.
The two landed on the planet's surface and faced each other.
"What's the matter, little monkey? Done running?" King Cold taunted Wang Yang.
"Running? Why would I run? You think you're worth running from? I just wanted to find a place where we could have a proper fight." Wang Yang refused to lose face and wouldn't admit he'd been running.
"Let's see if you're still so tough in a moment," King Cold sneered.
Suddenly, Wang Yang vanished and reappeared behind King Cold, driving a fist hard toward his back.
Thud!
A glint flashed in King Cold's eyes. He swung his thick elbow backward, meeting Wang Yang's fist head-on.
Wang Yang's strike missed its mark. He vanished again, leaving five afterimages as he launched a fierce barrage at King Cold in the center.
"Is this all the strength you've got? What a disappointment." King Cold wore a faint smile as his palms whirled, sealing off every opening around him and making it difficult for Wang Yang's attacks to land.
He blocked Wang Yang's attacks with effortless ease. The difference in their strength was obvious.
The afterimages disappeared, and Wang Yang appeared above King Cold. He thrust both hands downward, forcing a barrel-thick energy sphere toward him.
Super God Wave!
That was short for Wang Yang's original technique, "Super God Ki Blast." He hadn't mastered it yet, but the name represented his hopes for the future. He believed that if he continued to grow stronger, one day he would make it live up to its name.
Boom!
The energy sphere struck King Cold on the head, triggering a huge explosion as smoke billowed everywhere.
Wang Yang leaped high into the air and calmly watched the smoke below. From what he could sense, King Cold's energy hadn't changed much, even after taking a hit powered by eighty percent of his own energy.
Sure enough, when the wind swept away the smoke, King Cold's towering figure stood revealed.
No wonder he's from the Frieza Race. They really are tough as nails.
"I never expected you to survive the destruction of Planet Vegeta, you little Saiyan monkey. For one so young, you have impressive battle power. You're quite remarkable. That arrogant King Vegeta from back then wasn't fit to hold a candle to you." King Cold chuckled ominously, waving his index finger before him.
"King Vegeta was a piece of trash, so of course he couldn't compare to me." Wang Yang's expression darkened. He hadn't forgotten that when he'd just been born, King Vegeta had sent people to kill him. If Wang Yang hadn't been exceptionally perceptive and learned some of the knowledge in his mind, they would have succeeded.
Whenever Wang Yang thought of that moment, a chill ran through him.
"Ha! King Vegeta really was a piece of trash!" King Cold was momentarily taken aback to hear the Saiyan insult their deceased king, then broke into a bright smile.
"Do you understand the difference between us?" King Cold looked utterly confident. He loved seeing his enemies despair when they realized how powerful he was.
Wang Yang didn't answer. King Cold's battle power might not match Ultimate Frieza's 120 million, but he likely had at least 100 million. Wang Yang's own battle power was just over two million; it was nowhere near enough. He could only fight him if he transformed into a Legendary Super Saiyan.
"You Frieza Race sure do talk a lot. You're asking for a beating." Wang Yang didn't want to listen to his nonsense. He watched King Cold warily.
King Cold's purple face flushed bright red. He'd wanted to boast about his terrifying battle power, but the other man clearly didn't want to listen. It felt like throwing a punch at cotton.
"You're asking for death!" King Cold exploded with rage. Not being able to show off was incredibly frustrating.
Despite his massive build, King Cold was anything but clumsy. He was as fast as a streak of light, appearing in front of Wang Yang in an instant.
His fist slammed into Wang Yang's face, sending spit flying from his mouth as he shot high into the air.
King Cold pressed his advantage, flying above Wang Yang and unleashing a flurry of fierce attacks.
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