Can You Block This Punch?

The Namek region was in ruins, the ground collapsed and magma surging up from below.

Everyone present had their eyes fixed on the figure hovering in mid-air, glowing brilliantly and enveloped in a golden aura.

"Incredible, is this a Super Saiyan?" Krillin's eyes shone with pure adoration.

"It's as miraculous as a divine manifestation!" Tien Shinhan sighed, his Three-Eyed People bloodline making him feel that the Saiyan's combat power was completely out of reach.

"Gohan finally succeeded." Piccolo looked on with a sense of gratification.

"I will become a Super Saiyan soon, too." There was no discouragement in Son Goku's eyes, only the excitement of having found a new goal to strive for.

Slug felt a sense of despondency; he realized he had been like a frog in a well, unaware that there were so many unknown powerhouses in the universe.

A flash of wariness crossed Frieza's eyes, though he sneered, "Hmph, some Super Saiyan. Wild monkeys will always be nothing but wild monkeys."

"Let me crush your illusions with my own hands!"

Frieza's muscles bulged as he unleashed one hundred percent of his power. With a stomp, the ground cracked like a spiderweb, and he transformed into a streak of white light that tore through space, charging forward.

"Good. With the three of us working together, all our enemies will be forced to crawl at our feet."

King Cold, his massive horns prominent, lunged straight at Son Gohan, the air whistling and groaning under the pressure of his movement.

"Kaio-ken, twenty-fold!"

Son Goku let out a shout, his body wrapped in a dark red aura as he intercepted King Cold.

"I can't leave everything to Gohan. I've trained for so long; I have to at least help out a little."

Son Goku knew that even with the twenty-fold Kaio-ken, he was still nearly half as strong as King Cold, but he charged in without a second thought.

On one hand, he didn't want to see his son fighting alone; on the other, he knew that to become stronger, he had to constantly battle powerful enemies.

"There's another expert!"

King Cold was forced to abandon his original target, met instead by Son Goku's storm of attacks.

Son Gohan watched this and felt a touch of warmth. He could easily handle all three of them alone, but he didn't stop them, unwilling to dampen Son Goku's good intentions.

Seeing Son Goku join the fray, Piccolo gritted his teeth and prepared to charge in as well.

His current combat power was only 1.91 million, and even with his body's limit of a five-fold Kaio-ken, he only reached 9.55 million.

He was a powerhouse in low-tier fights, but he couldn't even touch the high-tier ones, which left him feeling helpless.

Suddenly, an arm blocked Piccolo's path. "Merge with me. I am the last combat-type Namekian on this planet. I can increase your power several times over."

Nail appeared out of nowhere with Dende, looking at Piccolo with a serious expression.

"Don't worry, your personality won't disappear; you'll just be absorbing me into your body."

Piccolo frowned, confused. "But then you'll disappear forever. Why would you do that?"

Nail smiled. "Namek is facing a great crisis. My power is limited and I can't do much, but I see hope in you."

"I want to bet my life on this so that our surviving kin can continue to live."

Piccolo looked at Nail in surprise, never expecting anyone to be willing to go this far for his people.

He made a solemn promise, "As long as I live, I will protect Namek forever."

Nail smiled happily, his entire body relaxing. He reached out and gripped Piccolo's hand tightly.

"Brother Nail..." Dende's large eyes filled with tears; he couldn't stop Nail's choice.

The moment their hands touched, Nail's body erupted in a blinding white light that grew brighter and brighter until he turned into pure light, merging into Piccolo's body in a flash.

"Huff... huff..."

Piccolo panted as if he had just finished a great battle, power surging through his body in an endless stream.

He looked at his hands in disbelief and laughed loudly, "Hahahaha! This is too strong! This is the feeling of reaching the heavens in a single step!"

"Uncle Piccolo, don't worry about Frieza, just go help my father!" Son Gohan was locked in an intense battle with Cooler.

Hearing this, Piccolo didn't hesitate. He instantly activated the five-fold Kaio-ken and joined Son Goku in attacking King Cold.

After the assimilation, his base combat power had risen to 20 million, and with the five-fold Kaio-ken boost, his power broke through to 100 million, making him fully capable of standing against King Cold.

"What a strong Namekian. Would you like to be my son?" King Cold's old habit flared up; whenever he encountered an enemy he couldn't beat, he wanted to adopt them.

"I wouldn't even want you as a son!"

Piccolo's eyes flashed, and two beams of light shot out like divine spears, piercing toward King Cold's body.

With Piccolo taking the lead and Son Goku providing support, they quickly suppressed King Cold completely.

"I hope you all die," Slug muttered, having shrunk his body down to hide and pray on the sidelines.

The situation on the other side was the complete opposite: Cooler led the attack while Frieza provided support, yet both were being beaten back by Son Gohan.

"Ha!"

Son Gohan's hair stood on end, his golden aura shooting into the sky and dyeing the entire heavens a dazzling gold.

He briefly knocked Cooler back, his fist burning like fire as he slammed it into Frieza's stomach, the terrifying impact spreading instantly.

"Ugh..."

Frieza's body folded into a ninety-degree angle, his abdomen caving in as his internal organs were rattled, causing him to spit out a large mouthful of purple blood.

"Can you block this punch? It's five hundred million in combat power."

Son Gohan pulled his fist back, and Frieza plummeted from the sky, slamming into the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. His eyes rolled back, and he fell unconscious from his severe injuries.

"How is he this strong?" Cooler didn't have time to intervene before losing a major ally.

He regretted that when Bardock had sent Son Goku away in a space pod, he had stopped Salza from shooting it down.

Cooler had considered it Frieza's incompetence and felt no need to clean up his mess.

If he had destroyed that pod back then, there wouldn't be this freakishly strong little wild monkey in front of him now.

"Die!"

Evil energy condensed at Cooler's fingertips, forming ten purple beams that sliced toward Son Gohan like ten sharp swords.

"Pat, pat, pat!"

Son Gohan didn't dodge; he waved his hand casually, swatting them away one by one.

"You forced my hand."

Cooler's face twisted, his eyes flashing with crazed killing intent. He raised his right hand above his head, and all his energy began to converge there.

A heat-radiating energy ball, like a sun, formed instantly, emitting a blinding, dazzling light.

"Disappear along with this planet! Supernova!"

The massive energy ball, carrying terrifying power, smashed toward Son Gohan and the Namek planet behind him.

Cooler didn't care about using his ultimate technique to destroy Namek; the three of them could survive in the vacuum of space anyway.

"Is this your full power?"

Son Gohan's gaze sharpened, his golden aura exploding outward. He reached out one hand, caught the massive energy ball, and pushed upward with all his might.

The giant sphere reversed direction, moving even faster than before, and roared toward the stunned Cooler.