Normal Combat Power Ten Million! Super Saiyan Five Hundred Million!

"Whoa! That's quite something. I told you not to show off by not using your hands."

Standing in the shadowed corner of a deserted island, Ron watched Son Goku perform that invincible 360-degree spin, leaving Frieza dizzy and disoriented. He couldn't help but let out a snarky remark.

It was hard to imagine if one hadn't seen it with their own eyes.

One had to hand it to Son Goku; he never made the same mistake twice.

BOOM! A thunderous explosion rang out.

The entire mountain was pulverized by the impact of Frieza's body.

The island shook, causing violent turbulence in the surrounding waters and the neighboring islands.

Had Son Goku actually suppressed Frieza just like that?

No!

He was the Emperor of the Universe, after all; he wouldn't be injured so easily.

BOOM! Another massive blast erupted.

The second explosion blew away all the dust and debris kicked up by the shattered mountain.

Frieza's unscathed body shot toward Son Goku like an arrow released from a bow, his feet pressed together.

This strike was terrifyingly powerful; a direct hit would undoubtedly cause severe damage.

Son Goku knew he couldn't meet this head-on, so he immediately opted for evasive maneuvers.

However, Frieza wasn't so easily fooled. The more Son Goku dodged, the more excited Frieza became.

It proved that Son Goku was afraid of him.

A game of cat and mouse was so much more interesting.

From Son Goku's frontal assault to him being gradually suppressed, then seizing an opportunity for a successful counterattack, and finally, Frieza beginning to beat Son Goku down—the battle between the two was incredibly intense.

Son Goku pulled out all the stops, yet Frieza fought him to a standstill using only his feet and tail.

No, that wasn't right—Frieza was still stronger than Son Goku.

The power levels weren't even in the same league. If not for Son Goku's rich combat experience and technique, he would have already been crushed into total helplessness.

An ordinary person might not see it clearly, thinking the situation was still undecided and the outcome uncertain.

But to those who had reached a certain realm of strength, it was clear that Son Goku had been on the back foot since the very beginning.

Piccolo could see a hint of the truth.

He just couldn't be sure if Son Goku had unleashed his full power yet.

After all, as the opponent who understood Son Goku best, he knew well that this guy always liked to reveal his skills bit by bit.

This had always been Son Goku's greatest flaw.

If it were him, knowing the opponent's strength, he would go all out from the start.

Even if he held back a little, it wouldn't be by much.

Ron, naturally, could see it even more clearly.

Although Son Goku's fighting style was indeed eye-catching, Ron knew that if Son Goku didn't pull out the twenty-fold Kaioken like in the original story, he was about to be ravaged by Frieza.

After watching the battle for a while, Ron had roughly gauged Son Goku's level of strength and just how powerful Frieza truly was.

To be fair, his own base strength was indeed inferior to Son Goku using the ten-fold Kaioken, and certainly to Frieza as he was now.

However, if he were to transform into a Super Saiyan, then Frieza would be nothing but an ant!

Even if Son Goku transformed into a Super Saiyan, he would never be his match.

[Calculating based on Son Goku's base combat power of 3 million, the ten-fold Kaioken puts him at 30 million... If my sensory calculations are correct, my current base combat power should be around 10 million! As long as I transform into a Super Saiyan, my strength will reach at least 400 to 500 million. Frieza's 120 million combat power is nothing but a fart in front of me!] Ron calculated inwardly.

Ten million power, a fifty-fold multiplier—that made 500 million!

Ron adjusted the figure downward, just in case he was overestimating himself.

It had to be said, being trapped for twenty-five years and training diligently for those twenty-five years had not been a waste of time.

At the very least, in this current era, he was truly invincible in every sense of the word.

Even if Frieza's older brother, Cooler, existed in this world and showed up, he could handle him.

Ron remembered clearly that the officially released combat power for Cooler after his transformation was only 470 million.

As Ron delved deeper into his thoughts, the battle between Son Goku and Frieza entered a white-hot stage.

He could feel Son Goku's energy fluctuating violently, powerful one moment and suddenly weak the next.

"Oh ho ho ho~~ What's wrong? Your punches seem to be getting weaker and weaker?" Frieza taunted while continuing to beat Son Goku down.

Finally, catching Son Goku off guard, he wrapped his tail directly around Son Goku's neck.

A sense of suffocation washed over his brain, making it difficult for Son Goku to breathe.

On top of that, Frieza's kick landed squarely in his stomach, the excruciating pain sapping Son Goku of the strength to struggle.

In this critical moment, Son Goku instinctively bit down hard on Frieza's tail.

The sharp pain made Frieza's expression turn ferocious; he immediately retracted his tail and blew on the teeth marks left behind.

He never could have imagined that Son Goku would resort to such a low-handed biting attack. It hurt far more than if it had been sliced clean off.

His tail was a highly useful part of his body, but it was also his most sensitive area.

Before he could even open his mouth to curse, Son Goku seized the opportunity, pushing the ten-fold Kaioken to its limit and raining a flurry of heavy blows down upon Frieza.

Frieza was caught completely off guard.

The sudden sense of humiliation became unbearable, his features twisting into a grimace as murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Forcing himself to steady his stance, he swung his fist and sent Son Goku flying, putting an end to the relentless assault.

Taking the full force of Frieza's punch, Son Goku tumbled backward for dozens of meters before stumbling a few more steps to finally regain his footing.

He reached up to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, enduring the intense pain as he smiled at Frieza. "Didn't we agree not to use your hands? What's the matter? Regret it?"

"Hmph! Sharp-tongued brat! The grace period I granted you has expired, and you truly are pushing your luck!" The killing intent in Frieza's eyes grew even more intense. "To be honest, I've grown a bit bored with this fight, so let's bring it to a swift conclusion... Of course, before that, I'll ask you one more time: are you certain you don't want to become my subordinate?"

"I don't want to answer the same question a second time! Besides, are you so sure you can defeat me? I haven't even used my full power yet!" Son Goku's reply was exceptionally firm.

"Understood. You Saiyans have always been stubborn, thick-headed fools. In that case, I have no choice but to send you to your death! A friendly reminder: what I displayed just now was only thirty percent of my strength. Once I bring out fifty percent, you won't stand a chance against me ever again." As Frieza spoke, he flashed a sinister smile.