Frieza's Trump Card

Son Goku stood with his hands clasped behind his head, looking at Frieza kneeling on the ground as he spoke.

"Looks like Frieza's finished again."

Vegeta stood beside him.

He folded his arms tightly across his chest and coldly picked up the conversation.

"He deserves it."

There was not the slightest trace of sympathy in Vegeta's eyes, only icy mockery.

"They already showed him the right path. He was given a way to live, yet he refused to take it."

"He just had to come to Earth like a rabid dog to throw his life away."

Sun Wuxiu stood at the very front of the group.

With his hands casually tucked into his pockets, he watched Frieza, who had been driven into a corner.

Yet he suddenly shook his head slightly.

Not only did he not think it was over, he even gave a faint laugh.

Sun Wuxiu spoke casually in an even tone.

"Frieza isn't the kind of person who'll obediently accept his fate."

Upon hearing that.

The others behind him all turned to look at Sun Wuxiu.

Their faces were full of confusion as they asked.

"What do you mean?"

Sun Wuxiu did not turn around. His gaze remained fixed on the distant island.

He merely answered calmly.

"Didn't anyone sense it..."

"Frieza is secretly gathering energy?"

The moment those words came out.

It was like a thunderclap out of nowhere!

Among the crowd, Piccolo was the first to react.

He abruptly closed his eyes, and the two antennae atop his head gave a slight twitch.

He focused every bit of his perception underground, toward Frieza's location.

The next second.

Piccolo suddenly opened his eyes, his expression changing drastically.

Cold sweat instantly covered his green face in terror.

Piccolo shouted in alarm.

"He's gathering energy for an attack!