This is Wrong, the Plot is Different from Others, Showing Off

One month later.

Sack woke up.

Seeing that he was still in space, Sack was baffled.

He looked at Renar beside him in confusion.

"What's going on?"

Renar's expression was grim.

"Sack, rumors have appeared in the universe saying Frieza sent the Saiyans to attack Yardrat.

We're currently thirty million kilometers from Yardrat."

Sack came fully awake, a cold, severe pressure radiating from his entire body.

The Saiyans had never attacked Yardrat at all.

They should not even have known about this planet.

At least Vegeta did not know.

He had always acted in extreme secrecy. There was no way the strange wind stirred up by a butterfly like him could have blown all the way here.

And now such a rumor had actually appeared.

There was only one possibility.

Someone had leaked the secret.

Sack stared coldly at the distant starry sky, his eyes narrowing slightly.

His aura swelled, and his whole body seemed like an active volcano, on the verge of erupting at any moment.

Aside from him, only Renar knew their destination.

Did he even need to think about who it was?

Renar looked at Sack, who was so furious he seemed about to explode.

"Are we still going?"

Sack did not speak.

Could he attack Renar?

Sack's heart was filled with confusion.

All of this was completely different from everyone else's situation.

He had no idea where to begin.

Renar still did not know what Sack was thinking, nor did she know she had already taken a walk past the gates of hell.

She stood quietly behind Sack.

After hesitating again and again, Sack decided to take a gamble.

"We go. Why wouldn't we?"

Frieza most likely would not be here.

Otherwise, this sort of talk never would have spread.

At most, Yardrat now had a few fellows who fancied themselves righteous.

Sack was not afraid of people like that at all.

A battle power of three hundred thousand allowed him to fear no one except Frieza.

And as for a war of attrition or being surrounded and beaten down, he was even less afraid.

"Pay attention to the shields. We're landing on Yardrat."

Renar was bewildered.

You were the one who told me that as long as the green hills remain, there'll be no shortage of firewood.

So why were you now knowingly walking into the tiger's den?

Sack did not explain. After experiencing this neither-big-nor-small risk, Sack deeply understood the importance of keeping his strength hidden.

From now on, any plan could only be known to himself.

Sack raised his hand, and a ball of dazzling light appeared in his palm.

The light ball kept changing shape, gradually shrinking inward and condensing, until a three-meter-long greatsword shot out.

It pierced the air, letting out a series of sharp, popping blasts.

Renar could only turn around and operate the spaceship.

This was not like traveling through space. There was almost no great risk, This planet had enemies everywhere, from the outside in.

One careless move would mean the ship destroyed and everyone aboard dead.

Beyond Planet Yardrat, countless spaceships had all turned toward Sack's ship.

Everyone chattered over the joint communications channel.

"They're here. Is it that ship? They know they should be careful, but they still dare come? Is this Saiyan an idiot or what?"

"Hmph. Saiyans are an even more evil race than Frieza. Once they invade a planet, even the meteors around that planet get hit with a few energy waves."

"But this spaceship doesn't look like the spherical ships of Frieza's combat corps."

"Who cares? As long as it's not us from the Justice Guardian Alliance or the Galactic Patrol, it could be them."

"Then what do you say? Should we warn them on the public channel and make them retreat?"

"Hmph. This is a monkey-killing convention. Of course we can't let him go.

Let him land. If he isn't one of those savage Saiyan monkeys, then fine.

But if he is...

With so many powerful beings here, we can definitely kill that Saiyan."

The spaceship's engines sprayed flames.

They hovered in their respective orbits.

All kinds of strange-looking aliens spoke freely over the public channel.

If someone could detect strength, they would discover

that most of these people's battle power was between one or two hundred and five hundred.

The spaceship Sack was riding in did not slow at all.

With a low hum, it descended toward Planet Yardrat.

Behind it, ships all across the sky followed and descended one after another.

On the ground, many more people swarmed toward the predetermined landing site.

Sack's vigilance proved useless.

Air currents blasted up countless clouds of dust, and the ship came to a steady stop on the ground.

Creak—

The hatch opened. Sack wore a smile, his thick tail wrapped around his waist, and flew out into the air.

Behind him, Renar's aura surged. Ki circulated around her body as she guarded their surroundings.

Around Sack's spaceship, there were three layers, then another three, then yet another three.

They surrounded it completely.

From the crowd came a sharp, ear-piercing voice.

"It's true. A Saiyan.

Those damned savage monkeys."

Sack's eyes narrowed.

Ki circulated. He raised his hand.

A blinding light shot toward the crowd with lightning speed.

Zzzzt—

Thud!

It tore through the air, killing three people in succession, and finally closed in on the heart of the person who had spoken.

On that person's face, smugness and resentment were interwoven.

He died before even a trace of terror could show.

Swift indeed—buried without pain.

Sack's strike continued until it pierced through the ground, leaving behind a small hole so deep its bottom could not be seen.

The crowd was in an uproar, then began to surge.

On the faces of those surrounding Sack were terror, anger, envy, and all manner of expressions.

No one had imagined Sack would be so audacious.

Even while surrounded by so many strong opponents, he still dared to strike first.

Renar's face flushed as she looked at Sack with worship in her eyes.

Sure enough.

She could never fall for a coward. He was just that tough.

So what if there were a lot of them?

Saiyans did not know fear.

Sack's ferocious strike scared the trash in the crowd so badly that they did not dare make a rash move.

Among the crowd, a bald man with purple skin and pointed ears had his pupils shrink.

He had not sensed much Spirito.

This Saiyan before him was extremely skilled in the use of Spirito.

Even with the blazing sun high overhead, he only felt cold all over.

The Yardrats were in danger.

Sack's face was calm, as if he had merely done something insignificant.

His tone was cold as he swept his gaze around.

"What you want to do has nothing to do with me. Don't come bother me."

With that, he shot straight into the sky.

Renar looked excited and followed close behind.

The onlookers were furious.

What was this?

This was blatant disregard.

This was not looking down on them.

This was looking down on them very much.

"Arrogant! Damn wild monkey!"

Another furious shout rang out from the crowd.

Around him, the various races of the universe squeezed away in all directions.

They had learned from the one before.

If they stood too close to the guy who spoke, would they end up as skewered kebabs?

The one who had spoken paid no mind to the cowardly behavior of those around him.

Powerful energy waves condensed in both his hands.

His face was filled with righteous indignation, but his eyes were full of vicious madness.

Kill this guy.

In front of so many people, he would definitely make a great name for himself.

This move might not make him profit, but he definitely would not lose out.

He refused to believe that with so many people here, after Sack, this Saiyan, had killed one to warn the rest, he would still dare to court universal outrage and attack.

Did he really not care about his life?

This guy had thought it through very clearly.

After making one move, he would immediately call on the heroes, rousing them to attack together.

At that time, if that guy could survive against so many people joining hands, he would gladly eat shit while standing on his head.

A stubborn madness flickered in his eyes as the energy wave in his hand condensed to its strongest point.

In a frenzy, he struck fiercely at Sack.

A violent fluctuation howled as it flew toward Sack.

The expressions of the others changed.

This guy was very strong.

At least over 1,200 in combat power.

This move could practically move mountains and overturn seas.

Then they looked at Sack in the sky with gloating eyes.