Frieza and Turles are locked in battle once again!
Silver Frieza's power was indeed extremely formidable.
Every move he made was extremely powerful and fierce!
Even Turles, faced with this relentless and overwhelming onslaught, had no choice but to temporarily retreat, his body constantly withdrawing in mid-air to widen the distance between them.
For a moment, only two blurry afterimages, one gold and one silver, remained above the lifeless satellite.
They move, collide, and intersect at speeds beyond the reach of the naked eye.
Each brief clash unleashed a terrifying circular shockwave, shattering the hard rock beneath and sending dust billowing into the air.
Judging from the situation, Frieza completely dominated.
His attack style is extremely fierce and sharp, with wide-ranging and powerful movements, full of the domineering aura of a cosmic emperor who cannot be challenged.
Turles, on the other hand, looked somewhat "disheveled".
He was more on the defensive, using skillful dodging and exquisite deflection techniques to struggle against Frieza's ferocious offensive.
However, if a top-tier expert who could clearly see their movements were present at this moment, they would realize that this battle was far more complex than it appeared on the surface.
Both fighters possessed a style that was both rough and meticulous, covering all aspects and elevating their combat skills to an art form.
Frieza's battles are not merely a display of power.
Beneath the seemingly reckless and aggressive attack, their defenses regarding details were also meticulously executed.
Turles tried to launch a counterattack several times by seizing those fleeting openings, but without exception, each attempt was thwarted by the prepared Frieza.
This is the true fighting spirit of a cosmic emperor.
However, the more Frieza displayed his terrifying battle intelligence, the more frustrated he became.
Because Turles on the other side was playing with such ease!
He was like a seasoned hunter facing a ferocious beast that was baring its fangs and claws but could never reach him.
Turles appeared to be merely reacting passively, dodging, and parrying, yet he firmly Control the rhythm of the entire battle.
He will seize an opening when Frieza's old power has been exhausted and his new power has not yet been generated, and deliver a seemingly casual counterattack.
But even that seemingly casual punch and kick carried such fierce power that it made Frieza's heart pound with fear!
That kind of power was something even Frieza wouldn't dare to overestimate in a direct confrontation...
Frieza roared and threw another powerful punch!
Turles slightly turned his body to the side and dodged.
Just as he turned to the side!
Frieza's long and powerful tail, however, moved silently, like a long-awaited sharp blade suddenly thrusting out!
However, this long-planned, deadly attack was somehow firmly grasped by Turles!
Before Frieza could react, the muscles in Turles' arm bulged violently, unleashing an unparalleled force!
Using the momentum from Frieza's charge, Turles used the same trick again, swinging the Super Windmill once more!
Frieza's body shot out.
The surface of this small satellite finally gave way and collapsed completely!
Frieza managed to regain control of the steering wheel, slamming his hands down with a powerful slam!
While in mid-air, the person tapped their index fingers repeatedly, and several scarlet Death Beam shot out from different angles.
Planet Frieza, Legion Headquarters, Central Observation Room.
On the huge circular screen, the terrifying battle that took place on the satellite belt was being broadcast live.
Zarbon, Dodoria, and a group of high-ranking legion officers were sweating profusely, with cold sweat streaming down their foreheads.
One solid rocky satellite after another was easily torn apart and shattered into cosmic dust in the aftershocks of their battle.
"The battle between the King and the General... even the aftershocks exceeded the Scouter's limit..."
"If this keeps going, are we really not in danger...?" Dodoria felt a sudden dryness in her mouth, and her voice trembled slightly.
"As things stand, both the King and the General are exercising considerable control over their power, and it hasn't affected Planet Frieza yet."
Zarbon appeared strong and composed.
In a battle of this caliber, even the slightest mistake could be disastrous...
The consequences would be unimaginable.
The scene then returns to that chaotic asteroid belt.
Two figures flashed rapidly above the satellites, each intersection accompanied by the destruction of a celestial body.
"Boom--!"
It was another collision of extreme ferocity.
The two figures, one in gold and one in silver, finally separated, each flying backwards for several kilometers, hovering at opposite ends of the broken asteroid belt.
A brief silence enveloped the ravaged battlefield.
Frieza hovered in the air, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.
On the other hand, let's look at Turles on the other side.
He maintained the posture of crossing his arms in front of his chest, and apart from breathing slightly faster than before, his breathing remained as steady as ever.
"It seems the battle is over, Your Majesty!"
Turles slowly untied his arms, looking down at the top.
"Ever since our time on Planet Namek, your weakness has been quite obvious. I thought you'd already noticed it!"
"Besides the excessively long charging time before transformation, the lack of follow-up power is also extremely fatal!"
It incisively points out the biggest drawback of Frieza's transformation.
"Let me guess..." Turles tilted his head slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then smiled.
"After mastering this transformation, Your Majesty became extremely proud and didn't spend any time on adaptive training before hastily stopping your practice, right?"
Frieza's expression instantly turned somewhat awkward and unpleasant.
The flickering silver light on his skin became even more disordered due to the intense fluctuations in his emotions.
Was I right?
Facing Turles's seemingly all-knowing gaze, Frieza, clinging to his last shred of arrogance, stubbornly retorted:
"This situation... is clearly due to the antics of those scumbags from the Heeters. I had no choice but to emerge from seclusion..."
Seeing this, Frieza also decisively withdrew his power.
Although he didn't want to admit it, his physical strength was indeed declining rapidly.
Continuing to fight will only make things worse...
"What? Your Majesty, are you admitting defeat?" Turles was also surprised by this situation.
"Admit defeat? The word 'admit defeat' doesn't exist in my dictionary!" The silver coating on Frieza's body began to fade, and he regained his elegance and composure.
The tail patted the ground. "This is just a temporary truce!"
" Turles! I must admit, as my general, your strength is truly beyond reproach..."
"But!" Frieza suddenly became serious.
"You will know that I am the number one in the universe!"
"It won't be long before you see a cosmic emperor without any weaknesses!"