Third Form, Three Million Points!

"Good, very good indeed, Vegeta!" Cold words spilled from Frieza's lips.

Frieza pulled himself from the mountain debris and landed slowly on the ground.

He had taken heavy damage, certainly, but not enough to render him unable to move.

"Though I know not how you obtained your intelligence, since you are aware that this King can transform further, are you truly so confident that you can defeat me?" Frieza began to unleash his power as he spoke.

For the longest time, because his power was too immense to control perfectly, he had suppressed the vast majority of his strength and set several stages of transformation for himself to better harness it.

He had indeed used his second form once in recent years, but he recalled displaying that transformation before his father many years ago; even his confidant Zarbon was unaware of it.

Now, however, he had no choice but to do so.

Otherwise, Vegeta truly possessed the ability to kill his current self.

"Spare me the useless chatter and get on with it; I'd prefer you didn't disappoint me again." Vegeta curled his lip, his smile immensely arrogant.

Upon hearing this, Frieza's expression shifted instantly.

He raised his arms high, clenched his fists, and as an incomparably powerful aura surged from within him, his body began to undergo a massive transformation.

Whether from pain or something else, Frieza's expression looked as if he were constipated.

After a long while, as if the buildup had finally reached its peak...

"Yaaaaaaah!!!" A hysterical scream erupted from his throat.

Vegeta, standing closest, could clearly feel his power expanding to a massive degree.

Under the eruption of this power, his body twisted rapidly until it transformed entirely into a grotesque shape; his head, in particular, looked far less imposing than the majestic design of his second form, appearing rather ridiculous now.

"Heh heh heh heh... Vegeta, you are the first person besides my father and my elder brother to witness this transformation. You should be glad; to die at the hands of this King in this form is your honor." Frieza's voice had also undergone a transformation.

Having unleashed greater power, he had regained the confidence he had lost for the second time.

"Have you not noticed? How familiar this scene is; it seems not long ago, you were just as self-righteous." Vegeta sneered with disdain.

Indeed, Frieza in his third form might have a combat power approaching three million!

It was on par with the power he currently possessed.

But even so, relying on this third form to defeat him in his base state was still not enough.

With his combat ability, even if the numbers were equal, he was confident he could suppress Frieza.

This pampered Universe Emperor had not fought a serious battle in how many years? In other words, when it came to combat experience, Frieza would only be spun around by him.

Frieza laughed instead of getting angry, his mocking expression making him look all the more like a demon: "This time is different from before. I should indeed offer you a word of praise; if I am not mistaken, your combat power must have reached two million, yes? That is why you are confident that even if this King undergoes a second transformation, you can still defeat me."

"It is a pity, however, that you miscalculated the strength of this King after his second transformation. I can tell you clearly: my current combat power has reached three million."

"Oh? Is that so? Then show it to me. I hope it isn't as useless as before." Vegeta showed no fear, his face full of mockery.

Frieza looked as if he had swallowed a pile of dung, his expression turning extremely ugly.

He had intended to show off and mock Vegeta once more, but Vegeta had cut his words off entirely.

"You are truly courting death... Since that is the case, this King will let you feel the terror of facing death first. Once I have toyed with you enough, I will send you to hell." As his voice fell, Frieza strode toward Vegeta.

Standing not far from Vegeta, Frieza wickedly extended his disgusting tongue, which, like a lizard's, was coated in foul-smelling slime.

"You had best put that away, or I cannot guarantee I won't cut it off directly." The stench, now inches away, was truly unbearable for Vegeta.

"You still dare to speak insolently? Think first about how you will struggle to survive under this King's hand!" Without another word, Frieza launched an attack.

A strike at such close range was too fast for the naked eye to follow.

However, while such speed might be a death sentence for weaker beings, for Vegeta, who had long since finished his warm-up, there was no chance of being caught off guard.

"Oh ho ho ho! Dance! Feel the arrival of the storm under this King's absolute speed."

Continuous strikes followed, hundreds and thousands of energy blows from his fingertips.

Vegeta dodged repeatedly, his mind vaguely recalling that Frieza had once used this very move to leave Piccolo, who had assimilated with Nail, completely crippled.

"Frieza, oh Frieza, to use such a meaningless move against me—your confidence is truly a mystery." As he spoke, Vegeta stepped forward while dodging.

The distance between them had not been great to begin with; seeing him dodge lightning-fast attacks at such close range and still advance, Frieza blinked and retreated two steps in disbelief.

In the blink of an eye, Vegeta seized the opportunity to close in, disrupting his offensive rhythm.

"Still disappointing." As the words fell, "BOOM!!!" A sound of impact against flesh rang out.

Frieza's body was sent flying back by Vegeta's punch.

However, this time, he did not go flying backward as he had before.

The physical strength and power of the third form were quite formidable, so he merely slid backward across the ground for dozens of meters, his feet leaving two clear trenches in the earth.

With bloodshot eyes, Frieza screamed in uncontrollable rage: "Impossible!!! How could you also have three million in combat power!!!"

Clearly, this wave of Vegeta's attack had not made him doubt his life, so he simply concluded that Vegeta's combat power was limited to that much.

"Oh? Are you so certain that I only have three million in combat power?" Vegeta gave a mocking smile and once again moved at high speed, arriving before Frieza.

This speed left Frieza afraid to blink; as Vegeta's fist struck toward his face, he quickly raised his arms in the next second, intending to block.

But Vegeta feinted, changing his punch into a knee strike that landed true, sending him flying once more.

"How weak, Frieza. How could such a small increase in power make you so confident that you could turn the tide?" Vegeta continued to mock, and his follow-up assault began immediately.