Brother Raditz Loses His Fighting Spirit

This was the latest result of Raditz's more than a year of grueling training.

His original hairstyle had already been waist-length hair.

Now, in this transformed state, coupled with the crackling blue lightning around him,

if one did not look carefully at his face,

anyone would probably think at first glance

that Raditz had transformed directly into Super Saiyan 3.

Only his aura and strength seemed just a tiny bit weaker.

After completing his transformation,

Raditz felt the overwhelming power surging through his body.

The confidence he had lost after being slapped instantly returned in full.

Raditz looked down at Frieza before him and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Frieza."

"How dare you humiliate me like this."

Raditz clenched both fists, his knuckles cracking loudly.

"Are you prepared to be torn into eight pieces?"

The moment Raditz flared his energy and transformed,

Frieza had already cautiously pulled back a short distance.

He looked at Raditz's imposing, golden-glowing form wreathed in lightning.

There was not the slightest fear in Frieza's eyes.

Instead, that leisurely smile of complete control appeared on his face again.

"Ohohoho."

Frieza spoke with a smile.

"It seems a little interesting now."

"Since you've brought out your true strength,"

"I won't waste any more time either."

Frieza spread his arms, his posture arrogant.

"I'll transform directly into my Final Form and play with you properly."

Having said that,

Frieza did not perform any long-winded charging motions at all.

He simply unleashed a fierce burst of energy where he stood.

Boom.

A terrifying shockwave that made everyone feel suffocated swept outward from him.

Purple light wrapped around him as though it were solid.

Within that light,

Frieza's original First Form

instantly began to transform.

His body rapidly shrank, becoming smooth and streamlined.

White skin, purple armor.

That iconic bald head