Kamehameha

Tang Yangbing slowly withdrew his right leg and lightly dusted off the nonexistent dirt from his pant leg.

He stood there with the leisurely air of someone who had merely taken a stroll, utterly at odds with the tense atmosphere around him. "Sigh," he said helplessly, his voice carrying a trace of laziness. "Why did you have to force me to use my feet?" Just as Frieza struggled up from the pile of rubble, Tang Yangbing had already begun gathering energy before his chest.

A blue-white sphere of light rapidly took shape between his palms, emitting a chilling hum as it illuminated the surrounding space. "Kamehameha!" At the sound of that familiar technique, Frieza's face instantly turned deathly pale.

That voice awakened the deepest terror in his heart—the humiliating moment on Namek when he had been defeated by Son Goku.

The horrifying sight of their energy beam clash remained vivid in his mind, and the feeling of being utterly overwhelmed made him tremble involuntarily. Am I going to die again? The desperate thought grew wildly in Frieza's mind.

He wanted to resist, wanted to gather energy and strike back, but the pressure released by Tang Yangbing was like invisible shackles, completely locking down his movements.

The overwhelming gap in power made it difficult for him to even assume a basic defensive stance. "Not good! Save Frieza!" King Cold was the first to react. His enormous body lunged forward, leaving a deep trench in his wake.

Kuriza followed close behind, his metal-like shell reflecting a cold gleam beneath the setting sun. "Bastard! How dare you treat the great Universal Emperor Clan this way!" Both warriors wore expressions of utter disbelief.

They had assumed this seemingly mild-mannered Earthling was, at most, a somewhat stronger opponent. Who would have thought that his first move would be a killing blow, and one so fast that even they had no time to react?

Now, they could only grit their teeth and raise their energy to its limit together. "Super Energy Wave!" Two dazzling energy beams erupted from King Cold and Kuriza's hands, violently colliding with Tang Yangbing's Kamehameha in midair.

A deafening explosion rang through the heavens. Energy shockwaves spread outward from the point of impact, peeling away the earth across several kilometers.

Amid the dust that filled the sky, only several vague figures could be seen struggling to hold on within the violent currents of energy.

"Super Energy Wave!" Two thunderous roars tore through the sky as King Cold and Kuriza appeared abruptly before Frieza like bolts of lightning. The three stood shoulder to shoulder, determination blazing in their eyes.

They roared in unison and thrust their palms forward. The energy throughout their bodies surged forth like a breached flood, gathering into two brilliant beams that shot straight ahead!

"Boom—!"

Three world-destroying energy waves collided savagely in midair, erupting with a radiance brighter than the sun. The intense light pierced the clouds like swords, turning the entire sky a blazing white.

Krillin, Piccolo, Vegeta, and the others watching from afar had no choice but to raise their hands to shield their eyes. Even so, the searing light pierced through their fingers and stung their retinas.

"You overestimate yourselves!"

A cold curve appeared at the corner of Tang Yangbing's lips, and a hint of contempt flashed through his eyes.

He remained perfectly still. He merely pressed his right palm forward slightly, and his already immense energy instantly surged!

With a base battle power as high as six hundred million, he could not be bothered to transform—if he needed to use his true strength against three pieces of trash like them, would that not be far too beneath him?

"Zzzzz—!"

A piercing screech erupted from the point where the energies collided, like red-hot steel plunged into ice water. The three forces tore and devoured one another madly, scattering sparks of energy like a meteor shower.

The rocks within dozens of meters were instantly vaporized by the terrifying impact, becoming crimson dust that drifted through the air. The ground split into spiderweb-like cracks around the collision point, and bottomless ravines rapidly spread in every direction.

"Yaaahhh—!" Kuriza howled with a twisted expression, every muscle in his body tensed like iron as veins bulged and throbbed beneath his skin.

He frantically squeezed out every last bit of energy within him. Blood seeped from his gums from the excessive strain, crimson trails running down from the corners of his mouth.

Beside him, King Cold's eyes were bloodshot, his eyeballs bulging as though they might burst from their sockets. The veins on his forehead writhed like worms. He was clearly burning his very life force in one final gamble.

"Rumble—!"

The terrifying energy clash set off a chain reaction, and the entire Earth trembled violently.

Distant mountain ranges collapsed in swathes, boulders tumbling down like rain; waves a hundred meters high rose from the sea, savage tsunamis swallowing everything along the coast; the clouds overhead were torn to pieces, while a heart-pounding energy hum echoed through the atmosphere.

"S-So much energy... it's terrifying!" Krillin trembled all over, his teeth chattering uncontrollably. "How can he use the Kamehameha? That's clearly Goku's signature move!" Yamcha took two pale-faced steps back, his voice nearly breaking into tears. "If even the aftershock of that energy touches us, we'll be reduced to ashes in an instant... Are we going to die again?"

Piccolo clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms as his green face twisted with unwillingness. Vegeta gritted his teeth, the world-ending sphere of energy reflected in his scarlet pupils as his heart screamed madly: Why? Why is there always someone standing at a height we can never reach? This despairing gap in power is like an uncrossable abyss!

Amid this apocalyptic scene, Tang Yangbing still stood calmly at the center of the energy storm. A faint golden glow surrounded him, and flying sand and stones turned to nothingness the moment they came within three feet of him.

In those deep eyes, three figures struggling desperately for their lives were reflected, as though he were watching a performance whose ending had long been decided.

What... Why were there so many people whose strength so vastly surpassed theirs?

Piccolo stood frozen in place, as though struck by a bolt of lightning.

His green skin appeared even darker beneath the afterglow of the setting sun. In his sharp eyes, the beliefs that had once seemed unshakable were slowly crumbling like sandcastles.

Rule the Earth? Conquer humanity? The goals that had supported him through countless years of battle now seemed so laughable, so insignificant.

He gritted his teeth, his nails digging deeply into his palms until a trace of dark green blood seeped out.

No! I absolutely cannot admit defeat here! A voice roared from the depths of his heart—the pride of a Namekian warrior who would never yield.

He abruptly raised his head, a blazing fire igniting in his eyes. That's right. I have to become stronger—strong enough to shake heaven and earth! At the same time, Vegeta's fury nearly set the air around him ablaze.

The proud Saiyan prince stared fixedly at the figures battling in the distance, his teeth grinding together.

"Super Saiyan..." he growled under his breath, every word steeped in bone-deep hatred. "I will definitely break through this limit! I'll make them kneel and beg for mercy. I'll make the entire universe know— I, Vegeta, am the strongest Saiyan!" He could practically see himself inside a gravity chamber set to one hundred times normal gravity, every inch of muscle trembling and screaming beneath extreme training.

Sweat would soak through his battle suit, and his bones would groan beneath the strain, but none of it could stop his determination to grow stronger.

Meanwhile, Trunks from the future had fallen into even deeper confusion.

He tightly gripped the controls of the time machine, his purple hair whipping wildly in the fierce wind.

The clean, decisive assassination operation he had originally planned had been completely disrupted by a sudden appearance.

That mysterious person who had also arrived in a time machine, that Hero's Sword shining with legendary brilliance... none of it had given him any chance to prepare.

"Could it be... he also came from the future?"

Trunks muttered to himself, his brows tightly furrowed.

This unexpected variable made the already complicated flow of time even more baffling.

While everyone was lost in their own thoughts, Tang Yangbing at the center of the battlefield appeared completely at ease.

He casually assumed the opening stance of a Kamehameha, azure energy gathering in his palms to form a dazzling sphere of light.

"Too easy." A teasing curve lifted at the corner of his mouth. "You can't be this halfhearted in a beam clash! You're making this difficult for me."