I Am Merely a Saiyan

Feeling the terrifying killing intent erupting from Frieza, Ron maintained his mocking expression.

Of course, he still released his grip on Frieza's wrist.

Once freed, Frieza instinctively leaped backward, putting a distance of over ten meters between them.

He scrutinized Ron while rubbing the wrist that had just been gripped with his other hand.

There was still a faint, lingering pain.

Given the durability of his body, he had actually been intimidated by the strength of a lowly human.

"Who are you? Where did you crawl out from? This King does not recall ever seeing you." Frieza's cold voice rang out.

He had been blinded by rage before, but now that he had regained his composure, he carefully examined the man before him.

For some reason, a strange sense of wariness sprouted in his heart.

He, the dignified Emperor of the Universe, was actually being frightened by a lowly human.

"Who am I? Heh heh! I am merely a lowly Saiyan."

Facing Frieza, Ron remained standing exactly where he was after letting go, not moving an inch.

Upon hearing Ron's words, Frieza's expression became incredibly colorful.

Ugly, twisted, resentful, frustrated...

In short, his mental state was beginning to crumble.

These wild monkeys just kept appearing one after another, like cosmic cockroaches that seemed impossible to wipe out completely.

"Very well, another suicidal wild monkey! Excellent! Today, this King shall wipe you all out and ensure your entire race is eradicated!"

Frieza's face grew increasingly hideous.

At the same time, a manic aura erupted from his body, once again causing the planet Namek to undergo strange changes.

His power was so immense that the sky turned dim.

It felt as if a planet were pressing down on everyone's hearts; there were no words to describe the suffocating sensation.

"Heh heh heh heh! It has been a very, very long time since this King has had to use his true strength in battle. The last time was when I fought my own father! This time, I shall let you people open your eyes and see just how terrifying the true power of the Emperor of the Universe really is!"

Frieza slowly ascended into the sky.

Even though he looked quite disheveled at this moment, it had to be said that his imperial bearing remained arrogant.

Ron ignored him, wanting to see what he intended to do.

Not far away, Son Goku wore a grave expression, gazing at Frieza and then at Ron's back, wanting to say something but unable to find the words.

In truth, he felt quite frustrated himself.

He had exhausted every trick in his arsenal, yet he still hadn't managed to finish off Frieza.

Now that he was at the end of his rope, even staying here to watch the battle had become a burden.

Piccolo, Krillin, and Son Gohan all held their breath.

They possessed more information about Ron and knew that his strength was immense.

Even without witnessing it firsthand, they knew that the power Ron had casually lent to Piccolo was enough to give Piccolo the qualifications to fight Frieza again.

Bulma hid behind the others, her large, watery eyes fixed on Ron before shifting to the crazed, laughing Frieza in the sky, her face full of terror.

"What do we do, what do we do? Can, can he win?"

Bulma was frightened to the extreme, to the point of losing her composure.

Ever since arriving on Namek, she had been in a state of constant mental tension.

"Oh no, that guy Frieza is going to use that move again!"

Son Goku seemed to react, and seeing Frieza raise his hand and point that finger, he couldn't help but gasp.

Previously, Frieza's move had been nipped in the bud by the power of the Spirit Bomb.

Now, without the Spirit Bomb, if this attack took shape, it would likely be of planet-destroying caliber.

"D-damn it, what is he trying to do?!" Krillin gritted his teeth, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He didn't understand, but he knew that if Frieza acted, it would surely result in unimaginable destruction.

As the energy ball at the tip of Frieza's finger grew larger and larger, the group stood there, stunned.

"An energy ball of this scale is enough to blow up the entire planet Namek. That guy Frieza is trying to imitate my Spirit Bomb attack! Damn it!!" Son Goku clenched his fists, but even if he wanted to resist now, he couldn't muster an ounce of strength.

He was too weak; his body was completely hollow.

He didn't know that Frieza wasn't imitating him at all; this Planet Destroyer Bomb was Frieza's signature move.

"Oh ho ho ho! Being able to witness this strike from this King, you can die without regrets! The planet Vegeta of yesteryear was reduced to cosmic dust under this very strike! Now, I shall send you all to Hell together! Be grateful for this King's mercy in not torturing you to death!"

Frieza's wild laughter drifted down, making one's skin crawl.

He didn't want to waste any more time, nor did he want any more accidents to occur.

Thus, Frieza had decided to completely destroy the planet Namek.

Afterward, he could rely on his ability to survive in space to leave this star system.

At this very moment, Krillin and Son Gohan were completely at a loss.

Their strength was simply incapable of turning the situation around at this point.

"Damn it! Even if I have to die for it, I won't let you get your way, Frieza!" Piccolo shouted at the top of his lungs.

As he channeled all the power within his body, a stark white aura enveloped him.

"Piccolo, don't be impulsive! Now is not the time to act on emotion."

Startled by Piccolo's sudden outburst, Son Goku hurriedly spoke up to stop him.

Right now, only Piccolo possessed enough strength to carry everyone to safety.

If Piccolo used all that power to block Frieza's attack, the end result would truly be that they all died together.

"It's over, it's all over, we're all going to die." Bulma began to wail, tears streaming down her face.

She had managed to hold on until now, only to face this desperate situation once again.

"No! It's not over yet, there's still a chance to survive! Piccolo, with your current strength, you can definitely take Krillin, Gohan, and Bulma to find my spaceship. I will do everything in my power to stall for time and let you leave Namek safely." Son Goku wore a look of grim determination.

"But Goku, you have no strength left; it's impossible for you to hold off Frieza."

"That's right, Dad."

Krillin and Son Gohan spoke in succession.

In the current situation, they had completely ignored Ron, who was standing on the high ridge ahead.

They had concluded that the situation was set in stone and could not be changed.

Frieza was too powerful, too terrifying.

"I have to stay behind. If I risk my life, I can still trigger the Kaioken one more time." Son Goku's intentions were already clear.

Even if he had to die, he would fight to buy a little more time.

"Besides, Frieza's target is us Saiyans. If I were to run away, would Frieza just sit by and watch?" Son Goku gave a bitter smile.

Only then did he look toward Ron, his eyes filled with an even heavier, scrutinizing gaze.