Unfathomable

Frieza, Dodoria, and Zarbon all wore livid expressions, rage blazing in their eyes. Yet strangely enough, none of them made a move at once.

Or rather, they did not dare to.

Aside from the astonishing speed Tang Yangbing had displayed earlier, which had caught them off guard, the more important reason was that they sensed a suffocating pressure coming from this mysterious man.

It was a bottomless, abyss-like power that instinctively filled them with fear.

This newcomer's strength was simply unfathomable!

Even the usually composed Trunks was completely dumbfounded.

He gripped the sword in his hand tightly, his brow furrowed as questions filled his mind: Who exactly was this person?

Why had he also come here in a time machine?

Judging from his attire and aura, he seemed to be connected to Frieza's group, yet his words and actions were nothing alike.

What alarmed him even more was the faint yet imposing pressure emanating from Tang Yangbing. It made him feel like an insignificant insect facing the vast sea of stars, so tiny that he could be crushed with a single blow. "What are you? How dare you touch my head!" Frieza finally snapped, his shrill voice trembling with extreme fury.

What he hated most was people making jokes about his height, and Tang Yangbing had deliberately poked him right where it hurt.

Frieza's anger had reached its peak. Gritting his teeth, he prepared to pronounce the other man's death sentence. "I'll show you what true— Ow! Who hit me?!" Before he could finish his threat, Frieza clutched his head and shrieked.

During the brief moment he had been speaking, Tang Yangbing had somehow teleported behind him and casually flicked the back of his head.

The blow was not particularly heavy, but it was immensely humiliating, leaving the once-arrogant Emperor of the Universe dizzy and disoriented.

Everyone present sucked in a sharp breath, and the air filled with tense, drawn-sword anticipation.

Golden energy flames and sinister purple auras intertwined and clashed in the sky, as though an earth-shattering battle could erupt at any moment... The air seemed to freeze for an instant as Tang Yangbing's icy voice echoed through the open field, carrying undeniable killing intent.

A glint of frost flashed through his deep eyes, and the aura around him seemed to lower the surrounding temperature by several degrees.

Trunks stood to one side, his golden hair fluttering gently in the breeze. His eyes were wide, his face filled with disbelief. "Th-this..." Trunks opened his mouth, but did not know what to say.

He unconsciously rubbed the back of his head and grumbled inwardly, Wasn't it just checking in? Did he really need to take it so seriously? This guy is way too petty!

Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting mottled patches of light across the ground.

The distant mountains appeared and disappeared through the thin mist, while an occasional birdcall broke the silence.

Tang Yangbing stood in an open stretch of grassland, the grass at his feet swaying softly in the breeze.

His black robe snapped in the wind, making his tall, straight figure seem even colder and more imposing.

After the check-in was complete, a gentle glow flashed before Tang Yangbing, forming into a crystalline token that slowly fell into his hand.

Intricate patterns were engraved on the token, glimmering with a faint golden sheen beneath the sunlight.

Tang Yangbing tucked the token into his robes, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings before settling on the distance. "It's time to leave," he murmured, his tone carrying a touch of detachment.

He had no desire to get involved in Frieza and the others' conflicts. Their deceitful power struggles had nothing to do with him.

All he wanted now was to find a quiet place and properly digest the reward he had just received from checking in.

Watching Tang Yangbing's retreating figure, Trunks could not help shaking his head.

This mysterious man was always impossible to figure out. He clearly possessed tremendous strength, yet he always acted as though he wanted nothing to do with the world.

Still, that killing intent from earlier had truly been terrifying. Trunks could not help shivering.

Just then, a breeze swept through, carrying several fallen leaves as they spiraled through the air.

Tang Yangbing had already vanished into the distant woods, leaving Trunks standing there alone in a daze.

On the barren plains of Earth, fierce winds swept up clouds of yellow sand, staining the last rays of the setting sun blood-red.

Trunks stood amid crumbling ruins, his short blue hair fluttering lightly in the wind. His sharp eyes swept the area as he assessed the battlefield.

With this warrior from the future standing guard here, this region presumably would not face any major problems for the time being.

However, Frieza, standing opposite him, wore a dark expression.

The strongest member of his race of Emperors of the Universe hovered several meters above the ground. His silver-white body gleamed coldly beneath the sunset, while his tail lashed impatiently from side to side, casting a distorted shadow over the ground. "Damn it!" Frieza finally roared, unable to hold back any longer, his voice brimming with suppressed rage. "I didn't come here as a guest!" Dangerous red light glowed in his eyes, and the air around him began to warp. "I came to destroy this damned planet!"

Frieza's fury spread through the air as though it had substance. The ground beneath him began to crack, and small stones slowly rose into the air within his powerful aura.

The Emperor of the Universe was truly enraged, and those who knew him understood well that when Frieza became angry, the consequences often meant the destruction of an entire galaxy.

Just as Frieza was about to attack, a figure flashed past like lightning.

Frieza felt a gut-wrenching pain tear through his abdomen, as though a meteorite had struck him head-on.

His silver-white body flew backward out of control, tracing a miserable arc through the air before crashing heavily into a distant hill, sending dust flying everywhere. When did he... In the fleeting instant he was hurled away, that shocked thought flashed through Frieza's mind.

He had not even managed to catch the trajectory of his opponent's movement. That speed had completely surpassed the limits of his understanding.