Tenfold Charge, One Strike Funeral

Third form?

Barros's brows drew down, but his gaze grew sharper still—Transform? First, ask whether I'd allow it.

With a flash, he vanished into thin air. When he reappeared, he was hovering just outside that blinding sphere of white light!

Inside the cocoon of light, veins bulged across Frieza's forehead, while fine, spiderweb-like cracks had already appeared over his skin!

He abruptly looked up and saw Barros. He froze for a moment, then pulled his lips into a savage sneer.

"Cough... Hehehe... you lowly monkey, just wait... In the next second, I'll let you taste... what it means to fall forever into hell! Aaah—!!!"

Barros's eyes darkened. He said no more—his right arm shot forward, his five fingers pressed together like a blade as a cold gleam flashed!

Before Frieza's sneer could fade, Barros's hand had already pierced through the light cocoon's barrier. It moved so fast that only an afterimage remained, its fingertips pressing directly against Frieza's violently heaving chest—

The light cocoon buzzed and trembled. The cruel smile on Frieza's face instantly froze, and his pupils contracted violently!

He had never imagined that this protective membrane of light, formed at the cost of everything he had, would be pierced through by a single finger!

At that moment, he panicked.

The twisted majesty on Frieza's face cracked apart inch by inch—his skin tightened, veins bulged, and even the scales along his back were covered in spiderweb-like fissures.

"Bang!"

With a muffled boom like thunder striking the earth, a concentrated, drill-like force burst from Barros's fingertip and stabbed straight into Frieza's heart!

In that instant, the air itself seemed to be crushed. Sweet blood surged into Frieza's throat, all color drained from his face, and his ongoing transformation was forcibly halted midway, as though an iron clamp had seized his throat!

But this was merely the opening.

Barros clenched his five fingers sharply, his knuckles cracking like whips. The mountain-shattering force he had been building erupted with a roar, his entire arm bone humming in resonance—his palm blade became a claw, then transformed into a heavy hammer as the second savage blow smashed solidly into Frieza's chest!

"Ugh—Aah—!"

Blood sprayed out like mist. Frieza threw back his head and coughed violently, while the cracks across his chest twitched faintly from the impact, as if even his wounds were gasping for breath on his behalf.

But he still had not fallen.

Barros twisted his wrist. His fist's momentum had yet to fade as his waist sank and turned, his shoulder blade leaving an afterimage. The third punch, wrapped in the shriek of tearing air, crashed into the very same spot once more!

His organs were like drums being struck by a heavy hammer, while his bones groaned beneath his flesh under unbearable strain—

"Crack!!"

His breastbone shattered into fragments, splinters piercing his lungs. The dazzling golden sphere of protective light shattered like a glass lamp struck by a boulder, bursting apart with a crash into countless sparkling motes!

Barros spun and swept out a kick, striking Frieza in the waist and abdomen and sending him flying. He then leaped into the air, unleashing a fierce forward kick like a snapping whip that launched Frieza off the ground and sent him shooting toward the heavens!

His palms flipped over as golden light surged. Two blazing energy waves, molten-gold in their radiance, roared into shape within his hands—

The next second, two furious dragons tore through the air! Their heads were ferocious, their bodies coiled, and their roars ripped apart the vacuum. Bearing the force to burn even the stars to ash, they pursued Frieza's meteor-like trajectory and closed in around him with a thunderous crash!

His third transformation had been forcibly interrupted, and his heart had suffered three devastating blows in succession. At this moment, Frieza's aura scattered like a dying candle in the wind, and his fighting power had plummeted to its lowest point.

As the twin dragons converged and spiraled upward in a killing vortex, a Frenzied Dragon Sky-Shattering Wave, scarlet-gold from head to tail with scales and claws fully spread, descended across the sky—it was not merely a technique, but more like a judgment that tore through the laws themselves!

The stench of death was thick in the air.

Frieza wanted to raise his hand, but his arm shook uncontrollably. He wanted to dodge, but his feet seemed trapped in the void, unable to move.

Before he could grit his teeth and gather his strength, the frenzied dragon had arrived!

Golden light swallowed everything. The shockwave carried him away like a cannonball, blasting into deep space and vanishing beyond Planet Vegeta's atmosphere in an instant!

A moment later, a dull explosion so heavy it made one's heart tremble came from the edge of the universe—not a mere blast, but the wail of space itself.

Barros flashed forward, turning into a streak of silvery-white light as he tore through the air in pursuit of Frieza.

Hovering in the outer reaches beyond Planet Vegeta, he closed his eyes and sensed the surroundings—only a faint life fluctuation, so weak it was nearly extinguished, remained. Everything else was emptiness.

Exhilarating! Satisfying!

He had concealed the fierce foundation of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms and suppressed the true might of the Frenzied Dragon Sky-Shattering Wave, only revealing his trump card at the very last moment:

First, he used layered palm force to shatter Frieza's heart meridians, then borrowed mountain-shattering force to break through the sphere of light, forcibly interrupting his transformation and beating him into a heavily wounded, near-death state;

Finally, with tenfold charged power, he sent him to his grave in a single strike!

At this moment, Barros's peak fighting power in his frenzied state had soared to a staggering 1.4 million!

A tenfold Frenzied Dragon Sky-Shattering Wave was enough to crush any opponent caught off guard, severely wounded, at death's door, and left with only 2.12 million fighting power—even if that opponent was Frieza!

He stared into the dark universe for a long while. Not a trace of Frieza's aura returned.

The enormous boulder that had weighed on his heart for so long finally crashed to the ground.

But the moment he relaxed, agonizing pain surged back like a tide—every inch of muscle in his arms spasmed, the frenzied state collapsed at once, and both arms hung limply at his sides. He no longer had the strength even to lift a finger.

If he had delayed for even half a second just now...

Once the state faded, his only path to survival would have been to flee in panic into the Legend of the Condor Heroes World and watch helplessly as Planet Vegeta turned to ashes beneath Frieza's fury.

Unfortunately, Frieza had been too arrogant—and too stupid.

With a flash, Barros vanished completely from the space beyond Planet Vegeta and stepped directly into the Legend of the Condor Heroes World.

In the blink of an eye, he returned to Planet Vegeta with Xuesaiya, Xuesaili, and Palanti.

"Legend of the Condor Heroes?" It was nothing more than a fringe little world where martial arts were weak and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was sparse...

It was over!

On Planet Vegeta, every Saiyan froze in place, forgetting even to breathe.

The next second, earthshaking roars exploded—cheers, shouts, and wild joy of pounding chests and stomping feet ignited the entire planet in an instant!

Xuesaiya scooped up the drained and dazed Barros, darted away like lightning, and raced straight for the Saiyan core healing center beside the infant incubation room!

The moment the three landed, the healing complex was already packed with people.

Top-grade life-support pods, full-spectrum life-sustaining instruments, active restoration fluid... everything was in place, awaiting orders.

Xuesaiya swiftly stripped the damaged Saiyan battle armor from Barros and steadily lowered him into the pod;

The Saiyan medical team waiting nearby immediately stepped forward, expertly connecting breathing tubes, neural sensor patches, and circulation monitoring bands—their movements so fast they nearly left afterimages.

"Glug... glug..."

The pod lid closed, and pale blue treatment fluid flowed in, quickly covering Barros's entire body and gently enveloping every inch of his wounds.

Barros sank into the recovery pod, but Planet Vegeta erupted completely.

News that Frieza intended to exterminate their race had long spread through every city and every warship.

And now, the man who had saved their entire race was Barros—the man covered in blood yet smiling so boldly. In their eyes, he had become a living totem.

The normally quiet and solemn healing center was packed to the brim today.

Warriors, technicians, and young Saiyans alike crowded outside the transparent observation windows, their burning gazes fixed upon the sleeping figure within—

There was gratitude, reverence, and an even deeper submission surging from within their bloodlines.

Yet the gazes of several high-ranking warriors and elite squad captains were far more grave.

The shockwave raised by the final blow, the Frenzied Dragon Sky-Shattering Wave, had directly caused the city's largest combat power detection array to malfunction altogether—the needles jumped madly, screens turned to static, alarms fell silent... as though a god had pressed the mute button.

The low- and mid-level warriors merely assumed it was an equipment failure.

But they had seen it with their own eyes: the main control device, calibrated with a maximum limit of ten million, had only just surged to 9.8 million before its screen went black with a snap, never lighting up again.

The explosive power needed to crash it completely... had to exceed its limit by at least two million!

Even if it had existed for only one-thousandth of a second, it was enough to make these veterans, who had roamed the stars for centuries, feel a chill down their spines and numbness in their fingertips.

The Saiyans had run rampant across the universe for so many years, yet they had never seen such an existence—

Not a powerhouse, but a taboo.

Even Frieza, after finally completing his third transformation and experiencing a wild surge in combat power, had never broken through the three-million mark—that barrier had been smashed apart by Barros's fist.

And now, the upper limit of explosive power dormant within Barros, quietly soaking in the treatment pod, had already surpassed Frieza—the unshakable overlord of the universe in every Saiyan's mind!

As they watched Barros resting in the treatment fluid with his eyes slightly closed and his breathing steady, everyone's throats tightened and their fingertips went numb. They were so shocked that they nearly lost the ability to speak; yet the flame in their hearts burned hotter, brighter, and more unwavering than ever!!

Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, two days passed.

To ensure that not even the slightest hidden danger remained in Barros's body and to completely clear away any obstacles to his future advancement, injuries that should have healed in half a day were repeatedly tempered and nourished with specially formulated restoration fluid by a group of top Saiyan physicians, leaving him immersed for a full twenty-four hours.

Two days later, Barros entered the Saiyan combat center.

After his battle with Frieza two days ago, he could clearly sense that his muscles and bones, energy channels, and spirit had all improved.

But just how strong had he become? There was no reference, no measure—only scorching battle intent surging endlessly through his veins.

This combat center was the ultimate proving ground built by the Saiyans for their daily sparring matches.

Its walls were forged from starcore alloy compressed from black hole remnants, while the ground was covered in self-repairing liquid memory metal—even a peak warrior with combat power above one hundred thousand could only leave ripples that vanished in an instant with a full-force strike.

Naturally, the combat power detectors here far surpassed household models in both precision and range.

Perhaps it was because they had been stirred by the battle between Barros and Frieza.

Over the past two days, the combat center had been flooded with people, nearly boiling over.

Countless Saiyans rubbed their fists and challenged experts at every turn, all just to feel a trace of a true powerhouse's presence at the center of the storm.

When Barros arrived at an unhurried pace with Xuesaiya and Xuesaili, the two mid-level warriors guarding the entrance immediately straightened their backs and called out loudly, "Lord Barros! Lady Xuesaiya! Lady Xuesaili!"

They neither questioned nor stopped them.

Who on all of Planet Vegeta did not know Barros's name now?

Even the Xuesaiya and Xuesaili sisters had given their all while clearing out Frieza's remaining forces. Their might, capable of tearing through space itself, had long become known throughout both the military camps and the streets!!

Seeing the three arrive side by side, with the lively-eyed little tagalong Palanti following behind them, the two guards solemnly pushed open the doors leading to the top floor and bowed as they led the way—straight into the Saiyans' most central "Sky Vault Battle Hall."

This place had always been open only to royalty and supreme powerhouses whose combat power had exceeded one hundred thousand.

By the time Barros and the Xuesaiya sisters stepped onto the top floor, a group of figures had already gathered within.

Even Bardock, who had only recently recovered, stood prominently at the center of the crowd.

This was originally a gathering place for the pinnacle of the Saiyan pyramid. Those whose combat power had not surpassed ten thousand could not even set foot on these stairs.

Thus, when Barros and the Xuesaiya sisters appeared, dozens of blazing gazes immediately focused on them in unison.

In an instant, all conversation came to an abrupt halt. Everyone lowered their hands and stood at attention, shouting in unison:

"Lord Barros! Lady Xuesaiya! Lady Xuesaili! Lady Palanti!"

The Saiyan world had always believed in one iron law: strength was qualification.

Even though Barros and Palanti were not yet eight years old, these battle-hardened adult warriors still bowed respectfully, their voices devout, not daring to show the slightest hint of disrespect!

Barros and the others, having spent years struggling across Planet Vegeta, passing through black markets and serving in border garrisons, had long since grown accustomed to this and accepted it calmly.

In this starry sea where the weak were prey to the strong, those who did not know to revere the powerful often did not live to see the next dawn.

Barros slowly walked to the center of the battle hall. With a casual sweep of his gaze over those around him, they tacitly stepped back, leaving an open space.

He nodded slightly, then suddenly clenched both fists toward the air—

"Boom!"

The air exploded with a piercing sonic boom.

His body bent like a drawn bow, muscles tightening like steel cords.

"Ha—ah!!!"

An overwhelming pressure burst forth!

Several elite warriors standing too close suddenly found it hard to breathe. Their chests felt as though they were being crushed by immense weight, veins bulging at their temples as they nearly dropped to their knees.

Yet at that moment, no one paid any attention to their own discomfort.

Though the battle hall was enormous, everyone had instinctively retreated to its edges, leaving only a blank circle in the center.

Only Xuesaiya and Xuesaili could remain steadily at Barros's side. Even Bardock, who had risen from a bloody rebirth and restored his battle power to fifty thousand, gritted his teeth for less than ten seconds before staggering back to stand beside Palanti.

310000!

350000!

The moment the readings appeared on the scanner screen, they had already surpassed the maximum limit of the portable scanners back home.

Though they had expected it, everyone still drew in a sharp breath—

Too terrifying!!

And this was only the beginning.

460000!

510000!

570000!

The numbers surged like raging waves crashing against the shore. In the blink of an eye, they had completely surpassed Frieza's peak power in his first transformation!

Bardock could finally endure no longer. Under that increasingly solid pressure, he let out a muffled groan and retreated to Palanti's side, breathing heavily.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The numbers on the display jumped wildly before finally slowing to a stop—

623000!

Six hundred and twenty-three thousand—this was Barros's current peak battle power in his normal state.

But everyone understood that this cold string of numbers was merely the tip of the iceberg.

If it truly came down to a fight to the death, then even without triggering that berserk state that burned away his reason, Barros could still shatter Frieza's first transformation with a single punch when Frieza's battle power had only just exceeded one million!

The tide-like aura receded, and the suffocating pressure surrounding Barros quietly vanished as well.

He raised his eyes and looked around the hall, his gaze passing over face after face filled with fervor and submission. Then he spoke, his tone calm but every word distinct:

"My mother, Xuesaili, Palanti, and I will soon leave Planet Vegeta—are you willing to come with me?"

Leave Planet Vegeta?

The crowd looked at one another in stunned confusion.

Bardock was the first to furrow his brow. He stepped forward and asked in a deep voice:

"Barros, are you saying... that you'll never return?"

Before his words had even faded, the entire Sky Vault Battle Hall erupted into an uproar.

Just moments ago, they had been passionately discussing whether to nominate Barros as the Saiyans' supreme king, swear loyalty to him, and revere him like a god.

Yet before the discussion was even over, Barros was planning to take his mother Xuesaiya and the others and leave Planet Vegeta at once?

This abrupt turn left everyone utterly bewildered, as though they had fallen into the clouds. No matter how they thought about it, they could not understand the reason!

Barros's gaze darkened as it settled on Bardock's face—he had never expected this warrior, usually so impulsive and reckless, to hear the unspoken killing intent and danger hidden within his few words!