He's Here to Level This Planet

The air fell silent.

Xuesaiya and Xuesaili looked at each other, speechless; Palanti's ears reddened as she silently lowered her head.

Before setting out, they had secretly been eager to prove themselves, certain that this bout of grueling training would be enough to catch up to Barros—or even surpass him.

Who would have thought that the moment he revealed merely the tip of the iceberg, he would leave them far behind in the dust? The crushing gap instantly robbed them of even the courage to meet his eyes.

Fortunately, only the three of them knew of this unspoken disparity; Barros remained completely unaware.

Xuesaiya drew a deep breath, a faint blush still lingering on her exquisite face. "I... have one hundred and thirty-three thousand nine hundred. Xuesaili has one hundred and twelve thousand. Palanti has thirty-one thousand."

"Amazing, truly amazing!" Barros nodded vigorously, praising them from the bottom of his heart.

In the chaotic later era of Dragon Ball, where power levels could leap by tens of millions at a time, such gains would have barely made a ripple.

But in the universe as it stood now, the three women's transformation over just two short years was enough to make an entire star sector tremble in stunned silence.

Only after hearing his personal affirmation did Xuesaiya, Xuesaili, and Palanti finally relax, their faces blooming with smiles.

No amount of praise from others could compare to a single nod from him—that was the shore they had fought with all their strength to reach.

Before the words had even faded, blazing fighting spirit ignited in Xuesaiya and Xuesaili's eyes. In unison, they declared, "Barros, fight us!"

Palanti clenched her delicate fists, her eyes shining as she eagerly awaited the match.

A spar? Barros readily agreed, the corner of his mouth lifting.

The sisters' gazes met, and their bodies abruptly turned into two afterimages as they charged straight at Barros!

Palanti also shot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fists tore through the air, sending waves of force rolling outward.

Barros did not move a step. With a casual raised hand, as though parting clouds, he effortlessly deflected the sisters' combined assault. Then his fingertip flicked, releasing an invisible burst of force—

With just that one blow, Palanti, whose power level was thirty-one thousand, flew several meters away like a kite with its string cut. Shaking her head, she scrambled to her feet and gritted her teeth before charging again!

Three days passed in a flash.

Of the six brand-new disc-shaped aircraft Barros had commissioned with the reward from a high-level planet mission, three had already been quietly hidden within the Legend of the Condor Heroes World—in desolate mountain ranges stretching for thousands of miles, where no human trace could be found.

With a great enemy approaching, he had no choice but to prepare for the worst.

If he faced Frieza alone, then even if he could not defeat him, he could flee into the Legend of the Condor Heroes World unscathed with a single thought in a moment of crisis, linking to the wheel within his sea of consciousness.

But once Xuesaiya, Xuesaili, and Palanti were involved... he would have only one path left: fight to the death.

Barros did not hide the fact that Frieza was about to massacre Planet Vegeta. He told the sisters everything, exactly as it was.

The news struck like a bolt from the blue. The two froze where they stood, their faces turning deathly pale.

Yet when they looked into Barros's eyes—deep as icy pools, utterly devoid of jest—even with doubts in their hearts, they could only believe him.

The matter was too grave. He would never joke about the survival of their entire race.

The next instant, fury flared!

For hundreds of years, the Saiyans had served Frieza with their lives, only to be erased by his own hand in the end?

Even though Frieza's apparent power level was as high as five hundred and thirty thousand, far beyond what they could currently reach—

They still had confidence!

With power levels in the hundred-thousand range and Great Ape transformations, any one of them could crush that five-hundred-and-thirty-thousand "monster"!

However, just as they clenched their fists and swore to grind Frieza's bones to dust, Barros revealed a truth chilling enough to make their spines go cold—

After three ultimate transformations, his power level surpassed one hundred million, reaching one hundred and twenty million!

"Barros... are you sure?" Xuesaiya's face drained of color. Her voice tightened, but her gaze remained fixed on him.

Xuesaili likewise held her breath. One hundred and twenty million... that was not a number, but an abyss—the embodiment of despair.

Compared to that, even Barros's strength after transforming into a Great Ape seemed so pale and powerless.

"Frieza's normal state is five hundred and thirty thousand. His first transformation is one million sixty thousand. The second doubles that to two million one hundred and twenty thousand. His third normal state is two million eight hundred thousand. At fifty percent of his power, he reaches sixty million. At seventy percent, eighty-four million. At full power—one hundred and twenty million!"

Barros clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. Battle flames erupted in his eyes, blazing so fiercely they seemed capable of scorching the air.

Word by word, he laid bare every tier of Frieza's power.

The last shred of hope in the sisters' hearts completely crumbled at that moment.

One hundred and twenty million... standing before him, how were they any different from ants?

Perhaps out of unwillingness, perhaps out of confusion, Xuesaiya somehow forced down the terror churning within her heart and asked in a trembling voice, "If we pose no threat to him at all... why does he still want to destroy Planet Vegeta?"

Barros raised his eyes coldly, his voice low and hard as iron. "Because he's afraid—afraid that another golden-haired super warrior will emerge among the Saiyans."

"What? A Super Saiyan?!" Xuesaiya and Xuesaili cried out together, their voices suddenly rising as if their throats had been scorched by flame.

Xuesaili clenched her teeth, her brow furrowing tightly. "But that's just an old dream repeated in ancient records! Even the Council of Elders treats it as a joke—whether it truly exists or not, with his one hundred and twenty million power level, does he really need to fear an empty legend?"

"Afraid? Of course he's afraid!" Barros's throat bobbed as violent images suddenly exploded before his eyes—Son Goku tearing apart the heavens, Vegeta shattering the earth beneath his feet!

Before his words had even faded, he suddenly stopped, his brow knitting sharply.

"Barros, what happened?"

"I forgot... something fatal!" His knuckles turned white from clenching, and it felt as though a string in his mind had been pulled to its limit, humming violently.

Xuesaiya and Xuesaili exchanged a glance, their eyes full of confusion.

What exactly... was it?

Cold sweat had just formed on his brow when a bolt of lightning flashed through his mind—he suddenly sucked in a sharp breath, his face turning deathly pale!

The next instant, he became a white streak that tore through the air, smashing through the combat room's doors and vanishing in the blink of an eye.

The front door exploded open, and his aura erupted around him. Violent energy roared like an enraged dragon as he shot toward the heart of Planet Vegeta—the infant incubation room!

He remembered!

Broly!

That child of calamity who had slept for a thousand years, the Legendary Super Saiyan said to have been born beneath a blood moon!!

No matter how powerful an ordinary Super Saiyan was, it was merely a blazing fire; the Legendary Super Saiyan was a torrent of lava capable of burning away the galaxy!

The shockwave scattered clouds and split the sky, making the entire Planet Vegeta tremble.

Countless Saiyans looked up in shock as a blazing white trail pierced the heavens—who dared to be so brazen?!

How could Xuesaiya, Xuesaili, and Palanti still bother concealing themselves? Three brilliant auras shot into the sky like arrows loosed from a bow, tightly pursuing Barros's trail.

Next to the infant incubation room was the quiet recovery ward where Saiyans healed their injuries.

Not far away, Bardock, covered in wounds, was curled up in a corner, his consciousness drifting through fragments of memory.

He had just confirmed it—Kakarot had indeed been sent to that planet.

The name of that planet screamed by the Kanaron Planet native before his death now perfectly matched the images in Bardock's mind.

Suddenly—a swift shadow carrying a storm swept past him!

"Swoosh—!"

Barros came to an abrupt stop like a blade and crashed through the incubation room's doors!

"Waaah—! Waaah—!"

Babies cried one after another. His gaze swept over every incubation pod like lightning, his body moving so fast that only afterimages remained, yet there was no trace of either Kakarot or Broly.

Just then, at the end of the corridor, a Saiyan walked slowly by with a swaddled infant in his arms.

Could it be...

Barros tapped off the ground, vanishing like a ghost!

Just as he was about to stop the man, a bald old man with a white beard stepped in front of him, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Who are you? Trespassing into a restricted area—are you looking to die?!"

Barros seized his throat with one hand and tightened his fingers, his voice as cold as an ice spike driven into the ear. "Where is Kakarot? And the infant from the incubation pod—where is Broly?!"

"That trash with a battle power of only two... was launched into space long ago."

"What about the other one?!"

"Cough... cough! I don't know! I've never even heard of him!"

"Broly." Barros enunciated each syllable as an energy sphere crackled explosively in his palm. Its dark blue glow made the old man's pupils constrict sharply. "Tell me—where is he?"

"N-No way! Even the royal palace's secret archives have erased that name... how do you..." The old man's voice trembled, his face gray with despair.

"One last time." Energy surged from Barros's fingertips, scorching waves of heat licking across the man's face. "Live, or become ash?"

The old man's throat bones creaked as he rasped, "He... he was personally executed by King Vegeta! I truly don't know where he was buried!!"

"Bang!"

Barros flung the man to the ground and turned to leave—only to slam to a halt. His back tensed as his hooked gaze locked onto the dark depths of space beyond Planet Vegeta.

Frieza?! He had arrived ten times sooner than expected!

That sickly sweet, brutal aura had already dimmed the stars. Barros snorted coldly, his figure once more tearing through the air as he rushed out of the incubation room.

"What a terrifying aura!!"

"Who is it? Who can condense killing intent into something tangible?!"

After cultivating Dragon Elephant Prison Suppression, Xuesaiya and Xuesaili's senses had long since become sharp as blades.

The moment Barros sensed the disturbance, the two of them had already raised their heads to the sky, their faces livid.

"Frieza." Barros's voice sounded from behind them, low as muffled thunder.

The sisters abruptly turned around, all color draining from their lips. "Frieza? Could it be..."

Barros gazed up at the far end of the starry sky, his tone cold as a frost-edged blade. "He is still far from Planet Vegeta, but that intent to destroy has already soaked through the entire sky—he has come to wipe out this planet."

Xuesaiya's legs went weak, and she staggered half a step. Xuesaili caught her arm, her fingertips icy cold.

"Barros, board the ship immediately! Now! This instant! Leave this place!" Xuesaiya's voice trembled, but every word struck like a nail.

Xuesaili nodded hard, her eyes reddening.

If there was still one person in this world who could confront Frieza head-on... it could only be the boy before them.

Barros looked at them, warmth surging through his chest.

Run? He had never learned that word.

Besides—was Frieza, with a mere 530,000 power level, truly as invincible as the rumors claimed?

He lowered his head, looking at the two faces filled with anxious desperation, and suddenly smiled. "Stop struggling. I'll take you somewhere."

Xuesaiya and Xuesaili exchanged a glance, drew deep breaths, and slowly closed their eyes.

Seeing that her mother, Xuesaili, and Palanti had all stopped resisting, Barros swept his sleeve, and the four figures vanished in an instant.

A vast mountain range stretched beneath a churning sea of clouds.

The four landed out of thin air, their robes snapping in the wind.

Xuesaiya looked around at the jagged peaks and verdant forest stretching as far as the eye could see, her brows tightly furrowed. "Barros, where... exactly is this?"

"A... very distant planet." Barros paused, ultimately choosing not to mention the word "world," wrapping the truth in terms easier for them to understand.

To Xuesaiya and Xuesaili, the boundless universe was so distant it seemed separated from them by an uncrossable river of stars.

Even if Barros explained it, they might not truly grasp the weight of it.

If they could not understand, why waste his breath?!

Xuesaiya and Xuesaili were both shaken, yet neither asked another question.

After a moment, Xuesaiya stared fixedly at Barros, a trace of unconcealed worry rising between her brows. "Barros, you brought me, Xuesaili, and Palanti here..."

Their gazes met. The corners of Barros's lips lifted slightly as he gave a gentle nod.

"It's been five years—I want to see just how far I've come.

And the Emperor of the Universe, Frieza, is the sharpest whetstone!" He clenched his fists, flames roiling in his eyes as if they could burn the heavens to ash.

Over these five years, he had crossed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, leaving bodies strewn for thousands of miles as bloody waves surged into the sky.

From lowly grunts with power levels barely over a thousand to savage commanders of star sectors with twenty or thirty thousand, he did not know how many he had personally cut down.

Yet ever since his first battle with the strongest warrior of Tis Tuka Planet, no one had been worthy of being called his opponent.

He had cultivated in seclusion on another planet for two years, opening a hundred acupoints and refining the star core for his own use.

He had long been unable to hold himself back, desperately seeking an enemy truly worthy of an all-out battle—even if that person was Frieza, who now stood high above the clouds, still beyond his reach!

Indeed, before Frieza in his full form, he was no more than an ant, easily crushed with a raised hand.

But Frieza with a power level of 530,000? Or his first transformation? Barros might not be without a chance.

With the Legend of the Condor Heroes World as his trump card, as long as he could flee into it at the brink of life and death, his life would be as secure as a rock.

With that confidence in hand, the fighting spirit in his chest burned ever more fiercely!

Xuesaiya and Xuesaili gazed at the boy before them, battle aura coiling around him and his eyes blazing like fire. What churned in their hearts was not merely anxiety, but an almost scalding pride.

This was their son—nephew. Even if Frieza stood above the galaxy and commanded the stars, so what?

Barros still dared face him head-on!

Half of that certainty came from his world-shaking power to shift stars and rewrite heaven and earth with a wave of his hand.

The other half was buried deep in the unyielding courage and ferocity within Saiyan blood.

Watching Barros's knuckles turn white as his fists clenched tighter and tighter, the two women, who should have tried to stop him, merely exchanged smiles and said in unison, "Go. Let Frieza see clearly—what the backbone of a Saiyan truly is!"

After a brief pause, a pleading look quietly flashed through Xuesaiya and Xuesaili's eyes. "If possible... bring back a few more Saiyans."

"Mm." The soft response was brief, yet firm.

Before the words had even faded, Barros had already turned into a streak of silver light and vanished into the void.

Watching his figure disappear, Xuesaiya and Xuesaili stood there for a long while before exchanging a glance and sighing soundlessly.

Although he could send them off Planet Vegeta with a snap of his fingers, the worry in their hearts had not lessened in the slightest.

It was not that they did not know of Frieza's terrifying power level of 120 million.

But they knew even more clearly—there was no stopping him.

Since they could not dissuade him, they could only silently clasp their hands and entrust all their prayers to the wind and stars.

May he crush every thorn and obstacle on this journey, and return without a scratch.

"Frieza! Get out here—today, it's death or death!" Bardock's furious roar shook Planet Vegeta's atmosphere until it hummed and trembled, dimming half the planet.

Barros, who had just returned from the Legend of the Condor Heroes World, shuddered and instinctively looked up toward the black depths of space beyond Planet Vegeta—

A dense fleet pressed in like a swarm of locusts, while a lone figure stood proudly in the void, raging flames shooting into the heavens and tearing through stardust.

A cold smile touched Barros's lips. His body suddenly shot forth, becoming a streak of silver lightning that ripped through the sky and pierced straight into the heavens!