Chapter 120: Piccolo's Eruption
The soldier had already retreated. But King Cold paced back and forth in the bridge. His expression constantly shifting.
If Piccolo only displayed twenty million battle power, naturally King Cold wouldn't fear him.
After all, he was Frieza's father. Though his battle power might not match Frieza's, he at least possessed over fifty million battle power.
However, such a powerful expert suddenly appearing on Earth—this remote planet—he couldn't help considering more carefully.
Current King Cold was like a frightened bird. Even the slightest irregularity made him want retreating to his nest.
So after hearing Earth had such an expert exceeding twenty million battle power, he became so hesitant.
"Beliblu, do you think we should retreat first?"
After hesitating for long moments, King Cold still couldn't decide. He looked at Beliblu beside him, asking somewhat uncertainly.
Beliblu felt somewhat speechless. She never imagined—the once-domineering cosmic overlord King Cold would, due to Frieza's death, become this timid appearance before her.
However, the opportunity reviving Lord Frieza lay before them. How could she let King Cold retreat?
After thinking, Beliblu decided persuading from another angle.
"King Cold, do you know about Namekians?"
"Namekians?"
Hearing Beliblu's question, King Cold froze. Not understanding why Namekians were suddenly mentioned.
"Yes, Your Majesty. After hearing that person's report, I remembered—the appearance he described of this twenty-million battle power expert closely resembles Namekians. I heard Namekians can use magical orbs that grant any wish."
Speaking here, Beliblu stopped, then just watched King Cold.
Hearing Beliblu's words, King Cold's eyes flashed with brilliance—seemingly also recalling such a rumor.
If truly so, then everything made sense. Definitely Earth's Namekian used this ability to revive that Saiyan Vegeta.
"That's right, it must be!"
King Cold shouted inwardly. His expression also became excited. He couldn't help circling in place.
"If truly so, then I can wish for Frieza's revival, making my son resurrect. With Frieza's protection, I won't fear those Saiyans!"
"Wait—why must I have Frieza revived? I could directly wish for immortality! With an immortal body, even God of Destruction Beerus and Majin Buu couldn't do anything to me!"
"Then, who could stop me ruling the entire universe!"
Thinking this, King Cold seemingly already saw himself stepping on Beerus, ascending to the cosmic overlord's throne.
Boom!
Just as King Cold fantasized about his great enterprise, a loud crash came. The entire spaceship also began shaking.
"What happened?!"
King Cold—interrupted from his beautiful dream—stabilized his form, sternly shouting outside.
Boom!
Another loud crash. Next second, the entire spaceship broke open with a large hole. Then an energy blast charged through the breach toward King Cold.
Seeing this, King Cold—both shocked and angry—grabbed the unsteady Beliblu. His body flashed, dodging the energy blast's attack.
Boom!
The energy blast missed King Cold, directly hitting his throne behind him. King Cold's throne was directly destroyed under the energy blast. Then this energy blast's momentum didn't decrease—blasting through the spaceship, directly boring a large hole.
King Cold—pulling Beliblu—appeared in outer space. Looking at the already-destroyed spaceship behind him, King Cold's expression darkened like water. Slowly turning his head, he looked toward the energy blast's origin direction.
Following his gaze, he saw a dark green-skinned person wearing a white cape appear in King Cold's vision.
King Cold disregarded his subordinates' lives or deaths. Rather, he brought Beliblu before himself. Pointing ahead, he asked with concern, "How is it? Is he a Namekian?"
Beliblu recovered from the just-experienced death aura. Following King Cold's finger direction, she indeed saw that person matching the description exactly.
"Yes, Your Majesty. This is a Namekian!"
After seeing the newcomer clearly, Beliblu gave King Cold a definite answer.
"Hahahaha!"
Hearing Beliblu's answer, King Cold finally couldn't help laughing aloud.
That's right—the newcomer was precisely Piccolo, who'd just fused with Kami, strength greatly increased.
Watching King Cold laugh after seeing him, though Piccolo felt somewhat strange, he didn't think much of it. Just used cold eyes examining King Cold.
King Cold's demon-like appearance didn't make Piccolo feel strange. In first-generation Demon King Piccolo's memories, he'd seen various strangely-appearing demons. King Cold's image—in his memories—was already considered normal.
What concerned Piccolo was King Cold's displayed aura.
Currently, with both's distance closing, Piccolo truly sensed King Cold's aura's strength. If following that Saiyan clansman Goku's explanation—current King Cold already possessed eighty million battle power level.
Sensing this, Piccolo's heart immediately sank.
Unlike Saiyans who became arrogant after strength increases, Piccolo was among Z-fighters' rare intelligent warriors. Calm mind and grasping battle opportunities were his strengths.
But even facing King Cold's tremendously powerful strength, Piccolo showed no retreat. However, he didn't act rashly either. Just continuously surveyed with his gaze, mind pondering enemy weaknesses.
'First, from previous attacks, this guy probably can't sense auras. This is an advantage.'
'Additionally, my currently displayed battle power still has considerable gap with his. He should underestimate me. This is the second advantage.'
'Finally, I also needn't worry about this guy destroying Earth. I can fight at full strength with confidence.'
Thinking this inwardly, Piccolo's gaze imperceptibly glanced toward a not-distant location.
Currently, not far from the battlefield, Turles and Bulma hovered midair, watching the about-to-erupt distant battle.
"Hehe, Piccolo discovered us!"
Suddenly, Turles spoke to Bulma.
Bulma—excitedly using her high-powered binoculars watching the laughing King Cold—hearing Turles's words, immediately froze. Then immediately aimed the binoculars toward Piccolo's direction.
But in her vision, Piccolo didn't look at them. Rather, expression serious, he stared at the sky above.
After staring at Piccolo for a while, Bulma said puzzled, "Impossible! We're hidden so well. Your aura hasn't leaked out. How could he discover us?"
Hearing Bulma's rebuttal, Turles smiled at her without speaking. Then continued watching Piccolo's direction.
Honestly speaking, Turles also hadn't expected—just wanting to relax on Earth, he unexpectedly encountered King Cold leading people invading Earth.
But if Turles remembered correctly, there should still be time before King Cold invaded Earth.
Moreover, Frieza didn't die on Planet Namek—he died on Red Stone. Even if King Cold wanted retrieving Frieza's corpse to create Mecha Frieza like the original—no need coming to Earth.
Naturally, Turles wouldn't know—all this was because Vegeta died on Red Stone but was revived on Earth. This led Beliblu guiding King Cold to Earth, wanting to revive Frieza on Earth.
However, since King Cold's Earth invasion timing advanced—would parallel timeline Trunks also arrive earlier?
Thinking this, Turles also began sensing currently unusual auras on Earth.
"Nothing? Did I overthink it?"
After a while, Turles—gaining nothing—murmured softly.
"Turles!"
Seeing Turles ignoring her for long moments, Bulma became somewhat displeased. She loudly shouted in his ear.
Turles—suddenly attacked by sound waves—came to his senses. Looking at the pouting, clearly displeased Bulma, he rubbed his ears, complaining, "What's wrong, Bulma? Do you know you nearly made your husband deaf?"
"You!"
Bulma was nearly amused by Turles's blame-shifting words. Staring with wide eyes, she glared fiercely at Turles.
Boom!
Just as Turles wanted explaining several sentences, a loud crash came from the distance. Turles immediately turned his head looking over. Bulma also disregarded arguing with Turles. After fiercely glaring at him, she also raised her binoculars looking over.
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Currently, Piccolo had already engaged King Cold. This engagement made Piccolo's heart completely relax.
He discovered—even though King Cold's battle power far exceeded his, his true combat level was somewhat sparse. Especially battle experience.
However, Piccolo didn't relax because of this. He maintained battle rhythm—neither letting King Cold gain advantage, nor using full strength to strike.
He continuously fought guerrilla-style with King Cold. On one hand, searching for opportunities launching fatal strikes against King Cold. On the other, familiarizing himself with his suddenly-increased battle power.
This was Earth martial arts' marvelous aspect.
Because Earth humans' innately weak nature—even if Earth martial artists trained for decades, even hundreds of years like Master Roshi—final results might not match some cosmic races' birth battle power.
Precisely because of this, Earth humans' control of their own auras reached pinnacle. These martial artists practicing Earth martial arts focused on aura development—making one point of battle power exert ten or even over ten points' might.
Naturally, Piccolo—growing up on Earth since childhood—was no exception.
This time, due to fusing with Kami, not only did it compensate for Piccolo's talent deficiency—it also made his previously Grand Elder-unlocked potential battle power rise again.
However, this also caused his control of his own aura to decline considerably.
So Piccolo now desperately hoped King Cold would continue battling him like this. This way, he could quickly familiarize himself with his improved strength.
Unfortunately, Piccolo's wish would fail!
Though after becoming cosmic overlord King Cold rarely fought—even after passing forces to Frieza, he even more enjoyed retirement life daily.
However, he was ultimately still Frost Demon race's warrior. Originally also Demon race's genius. So it didn't take long before seeing through Piccolo's intent.
"You deserve death!"
King Cold—furious beyond measure—shouted at Piccolo.
As North Galaxy's former king, King Cold hadn't yet suffered such humiliation—actually being used as a whetstone by a Namekian.
Then he launched fierce attacks on Piccolo. Energy blasts in his hands began continuously pouring toward Piccolo.
Seeing this, Piccolo also knew his idea of familiarizing with battle power was already impossible. So—just as King Cold's energy blasts were about to close in—his body rapidly retreated, widening distance from King Cold.
But current King Cold couldn't possibly let Piccolo go. He'd already decided crushing this ant who dared toying with him. Anyway, he already knew about Namekians. Afterward, directly finding Planet Namek would suffice.
King Cold thinking this, his hands' attack speed grew increasingly fast. Force also increasingly heavy. Soon, Piccolo—due to one inadequate dodge—was hit. His body directly blasted away.
Bang!
Piccolo's body crashed into a small mountain. The entire small mountain directly collapsed, leaving a large hole in the middle.
After dust settled, King Cold slowly flew over. Looking at Piccolo trapped in mountain stones, eyes condensing killing intent, he raised his finger. Energy began gathering.
Swish!
The energy beam directly penetrated Piccolo's arm. Passing through the mountain stones behind, leaving a small hole.
"Mmph!"
Piccolo couldn't help releasing a muffled groan. His mouth spat purple blood.
"Inferior insect! Actually thinking of using me as training partner—truly seeking death!"
King Cold continuously fired energy blasts, tormenting Piccolo. His mouth cursed, venting his heart's anger.
Soon, Piccolo's body had no intact place. His right arm was even severed cleanly from the shoulder.
After venting thoroughly, King Cold's mood finally felt pleasant. Finally glancing at the already-dying Piccolo, he began condensing energy in his hand. A massive energy ball quickly appeared in his hand.
But just as King Cold wanted throwing his energy blast toward Piccolo, Piccolo suddenly opened his eyes wide, shouting aloud:
"Solar Flare!"
A blinding light emanated from Piccolo's body. King Cold—at close range—directly stared at this intense light.
"Ah! My eyes!"
King Cold's energy blast dispersed. Both hands covered his eyes, continuously wailing.
Piccolo seized this opportunity. Immediately raising his aura, his left hand's two fingers pressed together at his forehead, beginning to condense energy.
"Special Beam Cannon!"
In less than ten minutes, Piccolo's fingertips condensed powerful energy. He fired it at the gradually-recovering King Cold.
Boom!
At such distance, Piccolo's Special Beam Cannon absolutely couldn't miss. A spiraling energy flashed past. Even though King Cold dodged slightly at the life-death crisis—he was still hit by the energy beam.
After releasing this move, Piccolo also completely lost stamina. His body completely collapsed to the ground, beginning to breathe heavily.
Clap, clap, clap!
Suddenly, applause rang in Piccolo's ear!
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