Cell Escapes Again

Facing Cell, Krillin had absolutely no power to fight back.

He could only struggle to dodge Cell's attacks.

Krillin stared at Cell, filled with intense unwillingness.

But there was no help for it; the gap in strength between him and Cell was too vast, making victory impossible.

Cell looked at Krillin with a playful expression.

Having played long enough, it was time to end this; absorbing the life energy of this little bald man should make him significantly stronger.

Cell curled his lip into a wicked, charming smile and flew toward Krillin at high speed.

However, what greeted him was not Krillin's life energy, but a bald head.

A bald head shining with a light bright enough to blind anyone.

"Solar Flare!"

Just as Cell had done when he escaped, Krillin chose to use Solar Flare.

The intense light illuminated the entire world in an instant.

Facing the light head-on, Cell felt as if his eyes were about to go blind.

By the time he opened his eyes again, Krillin's figure was already gone.

However...

Cell looked up at the sky, where a plane was flying away from the area.

It was a pity, though, that the speed was a bit too slow.

Underneath the plane, Krillin suppressed his energy, gripped a steel pipe on the undercarriage, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Just as he thought he had successfully escaped, he suddenly realized he could no longer see Cell on the ground.

Krillin immediately became vigilant.

"Where is he? Where did he go?"

Krillin scanned his surroundings anxiously.

Suddenly—

"Bang!"

"Ah!!!"

A loud noise came from overhead, followed immediately by two panicked screams.

Krillin hurriedly released his energy and flew to the top of the plane.

It was indeed Cell.

He was using his tail to poke at the plane.

In his desperation, Krillin didn't care about anything else; he flew over quickly and shoved Cell away.

The two stood facing each other on the plane's wing.

The biting wind whipped against Krillin's face, stinging slightly.

The air was thick with a murderous aura.

Krillin braced himself with every ounce of his focus.

Cell looked at the wary Krillin and gave a contemptuous smile.

His needle-like tail glinted with a cold light.

Whoosh!

Cell's tail struck at Krillin like a hunting viper, moving with extreme speed.

The speed of this strike was too fast.

Even though Krillin had been on guard, his dodge was still incredibly narrow.

But Cell gave Krillin no time to react; after Krillin dodged, he instantly flickered and appeared right in front of him.

Then, Cell delivered a heavy blow with a fist the size of a sandbag, aiming straight for Krillin's head.

This time, Krillin couldn't dodge.

Cell's fist grew larger and larger in Krillin's vision.

The next moment, Krillin was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing through both sides of the cabin. His head poked through the fuselage while his body remained stuck inside, unable to move.

Krillin felt as if his head had been struck by a heavy hammer; he was dizzy and dazed.

Before he could even recover his senses, an upside-down Cell appeared before his eyes.

Cell walked toward Krillin, step by slow step.

Every step felt like it was crushing Krillin's heart, making it nearly impossible for him to breathe.

Cell's needle-like tail was aimed directly at Krillin.

Just as Cell prepared to strike, two distinct auras—one powerful and one significantly weaker—approached rapidly.

The arrivals were Piccolo and Tien Shinhan.

They had been searching the vicinity for Cell's trail, and upon sensing the energy from the clash between Cell and Krillin, they had rushed over.

Seeing Piccolo, Cell knew he would not be able to lay a hand on the little bald man today.

After all, he was still no match for Piccolo.

"What a pity..."

Cell regretfully patted Krillin's gleaming bald head.

Then, suppressing his aura, he leaped off the plane and slipped away.

Seeing Piccolo and Tien Shinhan arrive, Krillin finally let out a sigh of relief.

He had been scared to death just moments ago.

He had thought he was going to die again...

Wait Σ( ° △ °|||)

Why "again"?

After pulling his head out with a grunt, Krillin said to the girl:

"You don't need to be afraid; that monster has already run away."

"Thank you, big brother!"

Seeing the look of admiration on their faces, Krillin felt a bit embarrassed.

He rubbed his bald head, waved his hand, and said, "Don't mention it. I didn't really do much. If it weren't for... sigh~"

Krillin felt a lingering fear.

If Piccolo and Tien Shinhan hadn't arrived in time, all three of them would have died there.

"No time to talk, we have to go pursue that monster." Krillin waved at them and turned to leave.

"Wait, sir..."

The girl wanted to say something more, but Krillin was already gone.

After staring blankly at the spot where Krillin had vanished for a long time, two blushes suddenly rose on the girl's pretty face.

Like a young girl in love, she had finally found her true hero.

The girl's eyes gradually grew firm.

Time holds no meaning in cultivation.

Before they knew it, Mo Yuan and Lazuli had spent half a year training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

Perhaps due to the abundance of energy, Mo Yuan had grown to look about ten years old in this short half-year.

Even Lazuli had grown five centimeters taller.

If King Frieza knew about this, wouldn't he be green with envy?

However, Mo Yuan noticed that Lazuli would occasionally look at him with a regretful gaze, then shake her head and sigh.

This behavior left Mo Yuan deeply confused.

Until one day, he overheard Lazuli muttering to herself.

"Sigh~ the little cutie has grown a bit more. Although he's still very cute, but..."

"Should I take advantage of the fact that the little cutie hasn't fully grown up yet and..."

Mo Yuan: ┌(.Д.)┐

Mo Yuan was so terrified that for a long time afterward, he would instinctively tremble whenever he saw Lazuli.

Fortunately, Lazuli still had a conscience and didn't lay a hand on him.

Day after day of training had brought earth-shattering changes to Mo Yuan's combat power; it was now a hundred times what it had been before entering the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

Once he activated the Kaioken, even Lazuli was no longer his match.

At this moment, Mo Yuan stood in the vast, white expanse, surrounded by a purple aura.

A terrifying pressure radiated from Mo Yuan, instantly sweeping across the entire space within the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

Waves of energy rippled outward from Mo Yuan in every direction.

Suddenly, the winds surged and clouds gathered; the gale that erupted from nowhere transformed into blades of wind, hissing in unison as if they were about to tear the entire space apart.

Mo Yuan frowned at this moment.

Based on his current combat power, he was already ten times stronger than Vegeta in his base form.

However, he still had no way to transform into a Super Saiyan.

He hadn't even touched the barrier required to trigger the Super Saiyan transformation.

In terms of base combat power, he was currently very strong; if he could transform into a Super Saiyan, he would be ten times stronger than Vegeta.

At that point, as long as Cell had not absorbed Lapis and Lazuli, he would be confident in his ability to eliminate Cell.

Yet, he remained unable to transform.

If the minimum threshold for transformation was a combat power of three million, then given his current strength, he was definitely far beyond that figure.

By comparing himself to Vegeta and the others, Mo Yuan estimated his combat power to be at least in the tens of millions, perhaps even reaching the hundreds of millions.

With such immense combat power, he should have been able to transform into a Super Saiyan by any logic.

Could it be that it required rage?

Mo Yuan withdrew his aura and fell into deep thought.

The emotion of rage seemed to appear often, but extreme rage was actually quite difficult to summon.

Son Goku had triggered his transformation due to the rage he felt when Krillin was killed by Frieza.

The fury born from seeing a lifelong friend murdered was undoubtedly immense.

As for Vegeta, his rage stemmed from the fact that he, the Prince of Saiyans, had been left in the dust by a low-class warrior like Son Goku.

Self-esteem and pride were the things Vegeta cared about most during this period; when both were trampled upon, the resulting fury was no less than Son Goku's.

They both had reasons to be angry, but looking at himself, he seemed to have no reason for such rage.

In his previous life, although his parents passed away early, they had died from terminal illnesses.

Mo Yuan felt sorrow and sadness over this, but it was difficult to feel extreme rage.

Furthermore, after his parents died, they left him a pile of assets that allowed him to live comfortably for the rest of his life without ever needing to work.

Therefore, regarding his past life, Mo Yuan only felt regret, not anger.

As for this life, it went without saying; he had come straight to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber after escaping from the laboratory.

He had been training with Lazuli every day for the past six months—what could he possibly be angry about?

He couldn't just rely on imagining Cell absorbing Lazuli to generate feelings of rage, could he?

Some things were useless to imagine; without experiencing them firsthand, it was impossible to truly empathize.