boom--!
Cooler's body crashed onto the metallic ground.
The silver alloy shattered layer by layer, creating a deep dent.
Turles hovered in mid-air, golden flames rising from his body, as he slowly descended.
Below, Cooler's limbs were twisted, and his white bone armor began to peel off.
He was breathing heavily, coughing up blue blood-tinged foam.
"It's over, Cooler," Turles declared from his superior position.
A beam of light immediately pierced through Cooler's chest...
Cooler struggled to lift his head; he had no chance...
No!
There's still a chance!
He looked at the unassuming wristband on his hand.
This is the controller for the Metal Planet beneath his feet.
He remembered being in the research lab.
What the researchers told him.
If it were an intelligent life form, perhaps it would be possible to do so...
A grim smile spread across his face.
Now, besides his last breath, he has nothing left to lose...
Cooler slammed his arm down on the ground with force.
The wristband shattered instantly.
However, at this moment, neither Turles nor Frieza were fully aware of what had happened.
"You seem a little unhappy, Your Majesty." Turles landed beside Frieza.
"Do you think I lied to you?"
Turles looked completely innocent.
"It's such a small matter..."
Turles originally wanted to continue fooling Frieza, to appease him first, and then discuss how to deal with the Metal Planet.
However, he didn't even have time to finish speaking.
The earth began to shake violently.
Both of them frowned, puzzled.
Turles immediately looked toward the Metal Planet.
After a thorough inspection, he immediately noticed something was wrong.
Cooler is gone!
Is this guy still capable of moving?
But they soon witnessed an unbelievable scene.
Cooler, who had just been pierced through the chest, appeared before them completely unharmed.
However, unlike the previous Cooler one is different.
This is Metal Cooler!
Cooler placed one foot on the metal ruins.
Looking down at Turles and Frieza from their elevated position.
He spread his arms and began to examine his new body.
He then asked Turles and Frieza with a smile.
"How's my new body? Not bad, right?"
"The results are surprisingly good!"
Cooler exclaimed in amazement.
Metal Cooler!
Turles felt a sense of foreboding.
At first, he was completely baffled because the Cooler he saw was just a normal Cooler.
So that's where they were waiting!
Doesn't that mean...?
Turles suddenly looked around.
Sure enough, it's above the horizon on all sides today.
Lines of silver metallic bodies had already covered the earth.
Frieza noticed this scene as well.
They were equally shocked and speechless.
These aren't just some metal grunts!
These are all Cooler!
"This is a lie!"
Cooler, directly above them, laughed again.
"Oh dear! You found out!"
As he spoke, he shook his head, and the next second, countless identical Metal Cooler suddenly appeared around him.
At this point, Turles and Frieza were completely surrounded.
"How was it? Were you scared?"
"It's really nothing special."
At that moment, all the Metal Cooler opened their mouths simultaneously.
Moreover, as they spoke, all the Metal Cooler moved closer to the two in the middle.
Even a huge number of ants can trigger trypophobia, let alone an endless Metal Cooler!
Frieza seemed to have already forgotten his earlier displeasure and subconsciously moved closer to Turles.
Fear, a feeling that had been absent for so long, began to stir within him once again...
"Even though there are so many of me, only one of them is real."
But which one is the real me?
"Of course I have no obligation to inform you."
The latest Metal Cooler have already started making moves.
Countless dark red Ki Blast pressed in from different angles, targeting only the two people in the center.
Both of them instinctively began to react.
At the same time, interceptor Ki Blast were launched.
Irregular plumes of smoke instantly erupted around both of them.
Then came the Metal Cooler that rushed out right after them.
Frieza raised his fingertip again and fired several beams of light, piercing through the three approaching Metal Cooler.
The silver body shattered instantly, turning into dust.
"Oh?" Turles glanced at the shattered wreckage and muttered to himself.
So crispy?
He immediately followed up with a punch.
Golden flames, enveloped in the force of the punch, pierced straight through the chest of a Metal Cooler that lunged at him.
He then spread his five fingers and swept them again.
The mere force of his palm strike killed a large number of Cooler.
"It seems these guys are considerably weaker than the main character, Your Majesty!"
"That's exactly right! They seem to be just a bunch of weaklings!" Frieza, facing these fragile Cooler, inexplicably gained confidence.
Without realizing it, I'm drifting further and further away from Turles.
It was this carelessness that led to his quick lesson.
There are just too many Metal Cooler.
While Frieza was firing shots at a group of Cooler ahead, he inadvertently missed a blind spot in his field of vision.
A Metal Cooler instantly appeared behind him and punched Frieza in the back.
This blow was delivered with full force, sending Frieza rolling on the ground.
There was no chance to catch his breath here. Before Frieza could even make a move, several more Metal Cooler followed up to finish him off.
The moment Frieza looked up, what arrived even before the danger was that figure's back.
Turles pushed to both sides with both hands.
The burst of air blasted away all the Metal Cooler that tried to get close.
Frieza quickly stood up and stood back-to-back with Turles.
"I almost lost my life, Your Majesty!"
"These guys may be weak, but they're surprisingly strong."
"Do you regret not leaving with them earlier?"
Despite the pain in his body, Frieza managed to barely cope with the endless onslaught of Metal Cooler.
"Hmph, how could I lose to a liar like you! Don't forget, I am the king!"
"Really? Is it just because of this?"
"Then I apologize to you!" Turles said, flicking out two energy halos with his hands.
"But, Your Majesty, you should also know that if this continues, we will all die here. There's no way we can kill all these guys!"
"But our strength will eventually run out..."
Frieza looked resentful; it certainly seemed that way!
"Hateful!"
"We're stuck here like this, with no way to find his true identity."
"His true form?" Turles said. "There's no need to look for it, Your Majesty!"
"What?" Frieza looked puzzled.
"I suppose only you, Your Majesty, would truly believe that his real body is among these piles of broken replicas."