Over the past ten years, Earth's strongest enemies had been no more than Piccolo and Piccolo Jr. They only had combat power in the hundreds. Even without magic, Jerry could easily crush them with his current body, which had combat power in the tens of thousands.
Of course, that was just talk. If he actually encountered them, he really could not crush them. Piccolo and Kami were originally one being; if Piccolo died, Kami would die as well.
To be honest, Kami had actually treated him quite well.
After eating and drinking his fill, Jerry continued onward. He did not imitate Goku and fall into Hell to eat the fruits King Yama had planted, which could enhance the body's strength.
With his current combat power in the tens of thousands, even if he ate them, the effect would not be very noticeable.
Gods were not particularly strong in combat. Aside from Gods of Destruction and Angels, even Supreme Kais who could create planets were not especially powerful. Their true strength lay in the laws inherent to their divine positions.
North King Kai's official combat power was 3,500, not even as high as the Saiyan Nappa's. After stripping away Yama's divine-office enhancement, Jerry had just sensed that his physical combat power would not exceed 5,000 at most.
King Yama had eaten quite a few of those power fruits, yet his combat power was only this high even now. Clearly, those fruits were only effective for people with combat power in the thousands. If Jerry, with combat power in the tens of thousands, ate one, it probably would not be as useful as running a few laps.
Just as Jerry finally ran five hundred thousand kilometers and reached the halfway point of Snake Way, a huge palace suddenly appeared beside the path.