As Freeza clenched his fist, Dodoria and Zarbon were instantly flung away without a sound. Even the massive spaceship behind them was shaken so violently that it nearly flipped over. Flames burst from dozens of thrusters at the ship's base, clearly the efforts of the onboard crew struggling to stabilize it.
"Oh? You immediately went into 100% full power?"
Taro raised an eyebrow as he looked at Freeza's third form, now fully transformed, muscles swollen to their limit, surrounded by a glowing energy sphere. He was slightly surprised.
Freeza, on the other hand, twitched inwardly. This guy… wasn't shocked? Wasn't afraid of seeing him in his full-power state?
Thinking of something, Freeza let out a cold sneer and said darkly, "It seems you're relying on that ghost-like movement technique of yours, thinking that makes you fearless in front of me?"
Taro chuckled. "So, it's been a hundred and seventy-nine years, Freeza. Have you found a way to stop me from leaving?"
Whoosh!
A concentrated purple energy beam streaked across the void, leaving a lingering afterimage.
Freeza had baited Taro into speaking but then suddenly attacked, raising a finger to fire an energy laser. Unfortunately, even though his attack was abrupt, even though Taro was momentarily distracted by answering, he still dodged it in time.
The energy beam pierced through an afterimage as Taro merely shifted a few inches sideways, narrowly evading the strike.
Freeza slowly lowered his hand and said coldly, his voice laced with madness, "My method is simple—you should scram the moment you see me. Otherwise… I'll kill you before you even decide to leave!"
Despite his words, Freeza remained on high alert. Taro had dodged his sudden attack—something was wrong.
It seemed that he wasn't the only one who had grown stronger over the past century. This human, who mysteriously hadn't aged at all, had also improved.
Without giving Taro a chance to reply, Freeza, in his full-power muscle form, launched himself at breakneck speed. With no air resistance in the vacuum of space, a fighter of his level could move even faster than before!
Yet, Taro dodged effortlessly.
To his current self, Freeza's attacks were as rudimentary as a child's play. With his mastery over energy, ki, and life force, he could predict Freeza's every move even with his eyes closed.
Unless his opponent's power level was in an entirely different realm—like Perfect Cell, Majin Buu, or even Beerus—Freeza was simply not a threat.
To put it bluntly, Taro had reached such a level that even if he lost both his eyes, his keen sense of life force would still allow him to perceive everything around him. The entire universe would be laid out in his mind's eye.
Not to mention that his power itself had long surpassed previous limits.
Freeza's afterimages overlapped, creating an illusion of an inescapable net around Taro, yet he dodged with an almost clairvoyant ease. It was enough to make Freeza furious to the point of spitting blood.
He had imagined countless battle scenarios over these one hundred and seventy-nine years, but never had he considered this—despite clearly being stronger, he looked like a clown, unable to even touch his opponent!
"Damn you!!!"
Freeza suddenly halted, his barrage of attacks ceasing instantly. From a distance, Dodoria, Zarbon, and the others could only see the scattered remnants of his afterimages. Then, his body ignited with a violent purple aura, churning with destructive power.
Freeza and Taro locked eyes at close range. With a cruel grin, Freeza flexed his arms and legs, releasing a silent roar. The terrifying energy erupted in an instant!
Let's see you dodge this!
Amidst the scorching energy storm, Freeza smirked—until he realized something was off. He quickly dispersed his own energy blast and turned around. As expected, Taro was standing elsewhere, completely unharmed.
This infuriating teleportation ability…
Taro, meanwhile, was leisurely observing Freeza's spaceship. At the open hatch, two aliens, one old and one young, shrieked in terror and scrambled back inside. His gaze then shifted to Dodoria and Zarbon.
Just being glanced at by Taro's indifferent gaze felt like being scorched under a blistering sun. Dodoria unconsciously floated backward, overwhelmed by an unbearable discomfort.
"You're too ugly."
Taro pointed at Dodoria.
Bzzzt.
Dodoria's entire body stiffened, and he suddenly lost control, floating upward against his will.
Zarbon's expression turned rigid as he watched in horror. Taro was controlling Dodoria with just a finger—what was he planning?
Too ugly?
Zarbon's mind instantly flashed to his transformed state.
As he was thinking this, Taro flicked his finger to the left. Dodoria was sent flying. After just a few meters, his body began to swell at an alarming rate, like an overinflated balloon. His internal energy surged out of control, expanding endlessly.
Then—
Boom!
Without a sound, Dodoria exploded, his blood and flesh scattering in a radial pattern across the dark vacuum of space.
Zarbon's face darkened.
Again, his mind involuntarily recalled his transformed state.
Ugly or not?
"You'd better not transform, alien."
Taro's voice rang directly in Zarbon's mind. He jolted in terror, instinctively backing away, body tense. Yet, when he looked at Taro again, he saw that he had already turned back to face Freeza.
He wasn't even worth acknowledging.
"So, you still haven't found a way to restrict my Instant Transmission?"
Taro sighed as he studied Freeza in his 100% full-power form. He was indeed stronger than before—probably even higher than the original 120 million. Maybe 180 million? 190 million? Whatever. It made no difference to Taro.
Freeza was completely provoked. It was a suffocating feeling—having overwhelming power yet no way to use it. He could kill this bastard with a single punch… if only he could land it.
"Are you just going to keep running?!" Freeza taunted, hoping to bait him into making a mistake.
Taro shook his head. "Believe what you want. It won't be long now. Probably…"
He raised a hand and spread his fingers, his expression calm. "Twenty-five years. At most twenty-five years—that's your deadline."
Freeza was stunned for a moment, then sneered as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the universe.
"My deadline? From a worm like you who only knows how to run?"
He smirked. "I'd say even if you had two hundred and fifty years, you'd still just be running away."