Cute?

However, he also knew that Frieza would never let anyone touch his head so easily. This was undoubtedly a highly challenging task.

Tang Yangbing walked briskly toward Frieza, wearing a seemingly friendly smile.

"Hello, hello. You must be Frieza, right? Seeing you really is better than hearing about you. You're so cute! That little bald head of yours is really shiny!" As he spoke, he reached out and gently rubbed Frieza's smooth scalp.

His movements were natural and casual, as though he were greeting an old friend, without the slightest tension or reverence one should have when facing the Emperor of the Universe.

Frieza's skin was cold and hard, with the texture of polished metal, yet beneath Tang Yangbing's fingertips, it seemed strangely comical.

"Wow, you're King Cold. Not bad at all. Wow, those muscles look great!" Tang Yangbing's attention shifted to King Cold beside him. He extended a finger and lightly pinched King Cold's solid muscles, wearing an exaggerated expression of admiration.

King Cold's muscles were as hard as iron, their contours sharply defined, as though they contained boundless power.

Tang Yangbing's actions instantly darkened the expressions of Frieza and his father and brother. An invisible pressure spread through the air, like the stillness before a storm.

The air around them seemed to freeze because of Tang Yangbing's actions. A dangerous chill flashed in Frieza's eyes, while King Cold tensed like a beast poised to strike.

Trunks stood some distance away, his gaze fixed tightly on Tang Yangbing. The sword in his hand trembled faintly, as though waiting for something.

The fading light of the setting sun fell over them, stretching out their shadows and adding a touch of dramatic color to the conflict about to erupt.

Deep in space, cold stardust drifted across the pitch-black sky like shattered diamonds.

A massive Frieza Force warship hovered in the orbit of a shattered planet, its metallic hull reflecting the light of distant stars.

In that deathly silent expanse of space, a sudden ray of light tore through the void.

Tang Yangbing's figure slowly emerged from a warped vortex of time and space. He looked around, and his gaze finally settled on the three figures floating in the vacuum.

Frieza, King Cold, and Kuriza floated in a triangular formation, each radiating a suffocating aura of oppression. "Yo, isn't that Kuriza?" Tang Yangbing's voice traveled through the vacuum with a strange resonance.

He landed lightly on the warship's hull, and faint ripples immediately spread across its metal surface.

"With the three of you standing together like this, you're practically the most dazzling sight in the universe! Especially you, Kuriza—those sturdy muscle lines, that perfect fighting stance—you could practically enter the Universal Beauty Pageant!" Frieza's scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, and his long tail curled involuntarily.

King Cold's massive body visibly stiffened for an instant, while the keratin-covered skin of his body gleamed with dangerous light.

Only Kuriza's distinctive fourth-form body relaxed slightly, his silver-white armor gleaming with smug satisfaction beneath the starlight.

Tang Yangbing completely ignored the tense atmosphere and stepped forward enthusiastically.

The metal deck beneath his feet gave off crisp sounds with every step.

He first clasped Frieza's clawed hand and shook it vigorously. Then he turned to King Cold and patted his rock-hard arm. Finally, he came before Kuriza and carefully examined his physique as though admiring a work of art.

"Look at this perfect battle physique!" Tang Yangbing praised, his finger lightly tracing the bio-armor on Kuriza's arm. "Those smooth lines, those powerful muscles—this is simply a work of art born for battle!"

Frieza's killing intent was nearly solid enough to take form, and even the cosmic dust around them trembled faintly in his rage. "Nani?" His voice was icy and piercing. "You actually dared to call me... cute?" The final word was practically squeezed through clenched teeth, laden with bone-chilling fury.

King Cold's enormous fist suddenly clenched, his joints crackling like popping beans. "A body full of muscles?" His deep voice rumbled like muffled thunder. "Are you implying that I am simple-minded?" In stark contrast, Kuriza wore an utterly unconcealed look of pride.

He lifted his head slightly, his silver-white skull reflecting dazzling light beneath the stars. The unique structure of his fourth form made him appear both dangerous and elegant.

Tang Yangbing paid no heed to any of it. His heart was already filled with excitement.

Observing these three of the universe's most famous villains up close, he had to admit that their designs were indeed remarkably distinctive.

Frieza's iconic white armor and purple skin glowed with an eerie sheen in the vacuum. King Cold's mountain-like body exuded a sense of primal strength, while Kuriza's unique fourth form brought the aesthetics of battle to their absolute peak.

At that wondrous moment, a light screen visible only to Tang Yangbing unfolded before his eyes:

Ding! A special story node has been detected. Generating check-in mission...

Congratulations, Host, on completing the Dragon Ball Z iconic scene check-in!

Opening your exclusive check-in gift pack...

Tang Yangbing made his choice in his mind without hesitation.

In an instant, an unprecedented torrent of energy surged into every limb and bone of his body.

He felt every cell in his body undergoing an earth-shaking transformation. The vacuum of space no longer made him uncomfortable; instead, it felt as natural as returning to the womb.

Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have obtained the Frost Demon Clan's exclusive talent: Space Survival Ability!

Ding! The Host's energy level has exceeded the critical threshold. You have gained twice Frieza's combat power!

Ding! Special skill unlocked: Telekinesis!

Ding! Ultimate technique mastered: Death Beam!

Ding! Supreme ultimate mastered: Death Energy Ball!

Tang Yangbing felt the surging power within him, and a satisfied smile curved across his lips.

He lightly raised his hand, and a fragment of meteorite in the distance slowly floated up at his command.

With a slight twitch of his fingertip, a scarlet Death Beam instantly pierced an asteroid dozens of kilometers away.

This feeling was simply indescribably amazing!

Ah, checking in really was this enjoyable!

As the system's crisp, pleasant notifications rang in his mind, Tang Yangbing felt as though a long-dormant volcano within him had abruptly awakened.

A vast and majestic power surged forth like a bursting flood, instantly filling every limb and bone in his body.

At the same time, countless intricate methods for using superpowers and skills were branded deep into his consciousness, bringing his control over power to an unprecedented level.

His base combat power skyrocketed wildly, shooting up by a full four hundred million in one go!

At that moment, golden light erupted around Tang Yangbing, his aura soaring into the heavens as he entered the peak state of Super Saiyan 2.

His golden hair danced like flames, and his emerald-green eyes gleamed with a lofty light that looked down upon all beneath heaven. Lightning crackled around him, as though even the air trembled beneath his overwhelming pressure.

His combat power had now broken through the sixty-billion mark, placing him at the pinnacle of the universe!

Not far away, Son Gohan and the others, hiding behind rocks, were already dumbfounded, their faces filled with stunned disbelief.

Just who was this suddenly appearing golden-haired warrior?

How could he dare mock a notorious Emperor of the Universe like Frieza so brazenly?

What made their jaws drop even further was that this mysterious man had actually reached out and touched Frieza's smooth head. He even deliberately gestured at Frieza's height and teased in a mocking tone, "Oh my, your height really hasn't changed in ten thousand years!"

This was practically testing the edge of death!

After all, what Frieza hated most was having others bring up his height.

Tang Yangbing not only patted his head, but deliberately poked at the sore spot. This was blatant provocation!

Just as everyone thought Frieza would fly into a rage and attack, something even more shocking happened.

In that instant, this mysterious man's aura surged again!

An invisible pressure abruptly spread outward from him, as though Namek's gravity had multiplied several times over.

The air was saturated with a suffocating oppression. Even the onlookers in the distance found it hard to breathe, cold sweat streaming down their faces.