Super Special Move! Frieza Dies!

In the depths of space.

Frieza was still fleeing for his life, and he did not stop his frantic flight until he was hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from Namek.

Deep in the vacuum of space.

He should have been unable to breathe, yet Frieza was able to gasp for air through a special method.

He stopped fleeing only because he had escaped the immediate threat of death.

He quickly regained his composure, and the anger and unwillingness in his heart once again overcame the fear that had taken root moments ago.

"Damn it!! Damnable wretch!! To think you forced this King into such a pathetic state!!"

Staring at his empty left shoulder, Frieza let out a guttural roar.

Although he had severed the arm himself to escape, this humiliation would be etched into his memory for a lifetime!

Even if he had survived this ordeal, everything that happened today had left him utterly disgraced.

It would be fine if no one knew, but if word got out, he, the Emperor of the Universe Frieza, would become a laughingstock.

Especially to his brother, with whom he had never seen eye to eye!

If Cooler were to learn of his wretched state, he would surely laugh his head off.

"No!!! I will never let you off, Saiyan Monkey! You deserve this, letting me escape into space! As a Saiyan, you can only watch from the planet now. I don't believe you can stop me from blowing up Namek!!!"

Frieza looked back at Namek, his expression turning manic, even somewhat perverted.

He had to get his revenge!

He had to blow up Namek to vent the hatred in his heart.

Raising his right hand, Frieza began to condense a Planet Destroyer Bomb once more.

Although the successive battles and his final outburst had left him with less than half of his energy, it was more than enough.

Frieza's madness had reached its peak.

He laughed crazily in the vacuum of space, using the most direct method to vent his inner turmoil.

But just as the Planet Destroyer Bomb took shape and began to expand, a voice reached Frieza's ears.

"Frieza, oh Frieza, you really are a dog that can't stop eating filth. You've barely escaped Namek, and you're already looking for trouble again."

Frieza gasped sharply, turning around in disbelief.

The person standing behind him was none other than Ron.

"You, you Saiyan Monkey, how is this possible... how..."

Fear once again gripped his heart.

He never imagined that even after fleeing into space and putting such a vast distance between himself and Namek, he would still be tracked down without a sound.

Most importantly, how could a Saiyan survive in the vacuum of space? How did he manage it?

"What? Wondering why I can survive in space?" Ron looked at Frieza with a smirk, voicing the confusion in his mind.

Without waiting for Frieza to speak, Ron continued, "Forget it, why bother explaining so much to you? In my eyes, you are already a dead man, and I have had enough fun!"

As his voice fell, Ron raised his hands, condensing golden and blue energy spheres in his left and right palms, respectively.

Having traveled to this world for so many years, he hadn't just been cultivating the secret arts of the Swallowed Star universe or simulating the techniques from the original Dragon Ball series; he had also developed many unique moves of his own.

While this strike was inspired by Vegito's Final Kamehameha, its energy composition and method of attack were fundamentally different.

A cerulean energy sphere condensed from extreme mental power, and a golden energy sphere formed from the energy of his internal Ki.

When the two energies merged into a gold-and-blue dual-colored blast, the power level rose by an entire magnitude. A bloodthirsty smile curled at the corners of Ron's mouth.

Frieza stood on the edge of despair, his brain effectively crashing.

He stared blankly, forgetting how to speak and forgetting how to resist.

"Turn into cosmic dust, Frieza! Spiral Annihilation Cannon!!!"

As this shout resonated through the vacuum of space via energy conduction, the swirling gold-and-blue mass exploded, transforming into a rotating energy cannon that slammed into Frieza's position.

The speed was unimaginable; in a mere instant, it streaked across space and completely engulfed Frieza's body.

There was no explosion, no roar, and no surprises.

The Emperor of the Universe, Frieza, didn't even have time to scream before he was annihilated by the sheer power of Ron's attack.

Not only was his body pulverized into ash, but the Planet Destroyer Bomb he had just condensed—which hadn't yet fully expanded—was also crushed into nothingness.

This was an absolute suppression of power levels, an irresistible annihilation.

The Spiral Annihilation Cannon, like a brilliant, dazzling rainbow of stars, flew hundreds of thousands of kilometers, grazing Namek before gradually dissipating under Ron's control.

Though the attack had faded, it left its mark behind.

Meanwhile.

North King Kai's Planet.

North Kai was completely stunned after witnessing Ron catch up to Frieza in an instant and effortlessly annihilate him.

This was a Super Saiyan, powerful to the point that even Frieza was nothing more than an ant before him.

At this moment, North Kai had even overlooked the question of how Ron, as a Saiyan, possessed the ability to survive in the vacuum of space; his mind was filled with only one thought: powerful, far too powerful.

"Lord Kai, has Frieza truly been eliminated this time?"

"Yeah, let's hope it's not another trick and he's actually still alive."

Tien Shinhan and Yamcha asked one after another.

After all, they had been happy once before, never imagining that Frieza could still be alive after the attack of the Spirit Bomb.

"To be safe this time, I will check in with King Yemma. If Frieza is dead, his soul will certainly report to the Otherworld." North Kai didn't dare to guarantee it this time, so he immediately contacted King Yemma at King Yemma's Palace.

Not long after.

King Yemma's Palace.

King Yemma, seated high on his throne, was speaking to the air with a grave expression.

His tone was exceptionally respectful, filled with caution, and even carried a hint of sycophancy.

He didn't pay any mind to the grim reapers or the souls present.

Not even the Emperor of the Universe, Frieza, who was currently shouting at him and demanding he vacate his seat, caught his eye.

"Yes, Lord Kai, Frieza's soul is standing right in front of me now, and he's even clamoring for me to hand over the position of ruler of the Otherworld to him..."

"Yes, yes, I know, I know. For an existence as heinous as Frieza, I will send him to Hell for some rehabilitation for now."

"Very well, very well. There will be a specialized rehabilitation program to follow; I will certainly cleanse the thick aura of sin from his body and make him appreciate the beauty of the Otherworld."

"Alright then, that's all. Thank you for your hard work."

After hanging up the communication, King Yemma wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.