Merus stood motionless, the handcuffs still dangling between his fingers. There was no emotion on his face, he was just waiting quietly for Frieza to finish laughing.
"Berryblue... did you hear that? What was this guy just saying... he was going to arrest me. I, Frieza, Universe Emperor... were arrested in a pair of handcuffs Catch. Did you forget to bring your brain when you went out today?" Frieza stopped laughing, glanced sideways at Berryblue, stretched out his finger and pointed at Merus's chest, his tone full of mockery.
"You idiot! Who do you think you are? Do you know who is standing in front of you? Saying this name will make your legs weak..." Berryblue stood up straight and shouted at Merus in a fierce voice.
"Isn't what I just said clear enough? Didn't I call out his name? Frieza, you are the one being arrested." Merus replied calmly.
"Since you know my name, you should also know... I am the number one in the universe, right? Combat Power has an existence of more than 100 million, and you, Galactic Patrol, how can you fight with me? With the broken iron ring in your hand that can't even fit my wrist?" Frieza smiled softly, slowly folded his arms in front of his chest, and raised his chin slightly.
"Really?" Merus's mouth moved slightly.
"Kill him!" Frieza waved his hand and issued an order to the dozen remaining combatants in the hall.
Frieza The most important thing is his subordinates.
This main ship is the core flagship of the entire Frieza Force. There are hundreds of resident combatants alone, distributed in different cabin areas.
Although the burst of air just knocked down a few, the remaining combatants had already reorganized their formation and had their weapons loaded.
Upon hearing Frieza's order, more than a dozen combatants took out their own energy weapons and aimed their guns at Merus's body from all directions.
"A fool who doesn't even have Combat Power, who doesn't even ring Scouter... dares to come over and challenge Lord Frieza? The last one who was so crazy has turned into cosmic dust." One of the leading combatants sneered, twisted his mouth and spat on the ground, with his finger on the trigger.
"I have never seen such a stupid Galactic Patrol... single-handedly go to the main ship of His Excellency Frieza to arrest people. Are your patrol officers not paid enough recently and don't want to live anymore?" Another combatant echoed.
"Shoot!" Berryblue ordered.
More than a dozen energy beams were ejected from the muzzles in all directions at the same time, and the streams of light of different colors intertwined into a dense web of death, shooting towards the location of Merus with a sharp sound of breaking wind.
From the perspective of these combatants, it was impossible for anyone to escape from such a dense fire network.
That Galactic Patrol will be beaten into a sieve on the spot in the next moment. There will be more holes in his body than cheese. His death will be so cruel that it will make people sick.
However, what happened next caused the minds of everyone present to stop for a moment.
Merus did not make any earth-shattering counterattack.
His body just swayed a few times very naturally... His left foot moved half a step to the left, his body turned at an angle, and his neck tilted slightly...
The amplitude was so small that it was almost careless, but every movement accurately stepped on the almost non-existent gap between the energy beams.
More than a dozen beams of light shot past the corners of his uniform, and the nearest beam was less than a fist away from his ear.
He didn't even take off the air mask, and didn't even change his breathing rhythm, as if these deadly energy attacks were just a slightly annoying raindrop to him.
All the energy beams were shot out and sparsely hit the metal bulkhead inside the spacecraft, exploding into dozens of dazzling flames. The entire spacecraft was shaken violently for several times, and the alarm screamed again.
All the combatants present widened their eyes, their chins dropped half an inch, and their hands holding guns froze in mid-air.
The leading combatant's mouth was still open just now, and his tongue was almost bitten...
The words he just scolded people for not Combat Power were still in his throat, but the other party slammed them back with reality.
"Oh?" Frieza was also deeply surprised. The smile on his face faded a bit, and a trace of seriousness flashed in his eyes.
His eyes stayed on Merus's face for several seconds.
A person who can easily dodge more than a dozen simultaneous attacks from Energy Blast is definitely not an ordinary Galactic Patrol.
"Whoa!"
Merus moved.
His figure turned into an afterimage that could only be barely captured by the naked eye, drawing a smooth arc in the hall and passing through all the combatants in an instant.
Every time he passed a person, his hand knife landed accurately on the back of that person's neck...
The force was just right, just enough to break their brains in an instant, and just right in front of the fatal red line.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
This string of sounds was as dense as someone quickly flipping through a thick book.
More than a dozen people fell to the ground almost in the same second, dropped their weapons and rolled away.
Some people lay directly forward, some people slid down against the wall, and one person still kept the same posture as pulling the trigger just now, with his finger still on the trigger, and he already rolled his eyes.
Berryblue's legs seemed to have had their bones removed, and his back was pressed tightly against the pillar. His lips moved several times but not a single word came out.
He watched with his own eyes as this humble Galactic Patrol brought down more than a dozen elite combatants in less than three seconds, without blushing or even a beat in his uniform.
This is not what Galactic Patrol should be at all Combat Power...
This kind of strength, this feeling of crushing...
"Oh? Galactic Patrol... You are really not simple. I have to re-evaluate the level of your organization." Frieza looked at the little brothers scattered all over the floor, his eyes narrowed, and there was a hint of serious interest in his voice, "I have never seen such an amazing Galactic Patrol."
"Now you have seen it." Merus's expression remained indifferent, and there was no emotion in his voice, as if he was stating a fact that was long overdue.
"What? You... dare to challenge me Frieza?" Frieza put away the smile on his face, snorted, slowly raised his right hand, stretched out three fingers, and the joints of each finger were slightly bent due to the accumulation of force, "Three seconds! I only need three seconds to make you disappear from this hall forever. If you are wise, put away the handcuffs, and I can consider letting you die a more pleasant death."
"Come here and try." Merus stood there with an indifferent expression. He didn't even show his hands in a fighting stance. His hands were still hanging by his side, and the handcuff chain in his hand was still shaking slightly.
"I don't know whether to live or die!" Frieza was furious, and all the anger that had been suppressed in his chest for a whole day exploded at this moment.