The battlefield plunged into chaos the moment Frieza changed his tactic. Instead of launching the massive Death Ball immediately, he sought to inflict agonizing pain first.
Frieza raised a single finger, discarding the larger sphere. A dazzling, scarlet light gathered at his fingertip, humming with lethal intensity.
The ultra-high-frequency energy compression caused the surrounding air to emit a sharp, ear-piercing shriek. This beam aimed straight for Kaido's heart.
Kaido didn't have the slightest intention of stepping back. He had run rampant and domineering in the New World for so many years. The word "flee" had long been scratched out of his dictionary.
He drew out all the Armament Haki within his body, funneling it entirely into defense. The black-red Haki madly compressed at his chest. The overlapping pitch-black scales of his Demon Dragon form also underwent a rapid change, standing on end like jagged barbs. These scales interlocked together, forming a shield of absolute despair.
Kaido was going to endure this absolute numerical suppression head-on. He intended to use this physical body to take an attack capable of piercing a planet's core.
The scarlet beam shot forth.
No earth-shaking explosion was heard. Only a teeth-grinding sound of piercing rang through the air.
The beam effortlessly shredded through that high-density Haki defense like wet paper. Even his vaunted black Demon Dragon scales were completely melted by the intense heat, offering zero resistance.
But Kaido had shifted just enough at the last microsecond. The beam deviated from the fatal point of his heart, instead piercing straight through his left shoulder, mirroring the wound on his right.
Scalding dragon blood sprayed out like a high-pressure water gun. The blood splattered onto the dry rocks, hissing as it landed.
Kaido's body swayed violently, but he kept his footing. This little injury was less than a scratch to Kaido of the Beasts.
Right at that moment, a desperate streak of blue light charged out from the flank.
Vegeta, dragging his injured leg, seized this fleeting opening. He squeezed out the absolute last ounce of ki from his battered body. The pride of the Saiyan Prince wouldn't allow him to accept being ignored like trash on the battlefield. He was going to pour all his humiliation into this one final strike, hoping to cause just a little trouble for Frieza.
Unfortunately, reality slapped him with a resounding face-smack.
Frieza didn't even turn his head. That thick white tail whipped out with the sharp sound of tearing air.
Smack. A crisp, brutal sound echoed across the battlefield.
The tail accurately lashed against the side of Vegeta's face before he could even launch his attack. The sound of shattering bone was incredibly ear-piercing. Vegeta's lower jawbone was completely smashed to pieces, his entire face completely deformed by the impact.
Vegeta tumbled backwards and fell into the bottomless rift below, disappearing into the darkness. He didn't even have time to let out a scream.
Kaido didn't care in the slightest whether that Saiyan Prince lived or died. He didn't even look at the see-through blood holes in his shoulders. Instead, the agonizing pain ignited the pure madness deep in his bones.
As the No. 007 security guard of the Foosha Village pub, he had to prove his worth right here and now, even against a god.
Kaido began madly squeezing the latent power hidden within his very cells. That was the residual foundation of the Rayquaza template bestowed by Manager Blake. Rayquaza's divine authority revealed its overbearing side at this desperate moment.
The atmosphere of this planet entirely obeyed his command. Namek's originally dark green sky began to churn violently, as if the planet itself was angry. Black-red thunderclouds converged madly with Kaido at the center, completely swallowing the canopy of the sky.
Rampant natural energy transformed into a massive funnel. This energy unreasonably poured backward into Kaido's battered body. The muscle tissue scorched by the beams began to squirm and knit. His damaged organs rapidly repaired themselves under the nourishment of the natural energy.
Kaido's eyes were bloodshot. He exuded a madness that seemed intent on dragging this entire planet into Hell with him.
"I am the Beasts!" He let out a roar that shook the firmament.
The remaining half of Hassaikai in his hand was raised high. Black-red Conqueror's Haki lightning tightly wrapped around the iron club. The natural energy descending from the sky and this Haki were forcibly kneaded together by him, creating a volatile, swirling mass of destruction.
Kaido bet all his life force on this single strike.
Destroyer of Death: Thunder Bagua!
The half-broken iron club viciously smashed toward the top of Frieza's head with an imposing aura capable of splitting heaven and earth.
The smile vanished from Frieza's face. He was very displeased by this native's repeated provocations. A wild monkey whose battle power couldn't even be accurately read by a scouter actually dared to make him raise his hand in earnest.
He simply raised one hand, pushing upward single-handedly. His white palm steadily caught the descending Hassaikai.
Two completely different forces collided violently in midair. Space warped around the impact point. The air shockwave ground all the surrounding rubble into fine powder, creating a massive crater beneath them.
Crack.
A faint crisp sound broke the stalemate.
This murder weapon, which had crushed the heads of countless self-proclaimed extraordinary pirates across the Grand Line, met its end. A crack burst open on the surface of Hassaikai. Then, the crack spread rapidly, webbing across the cursed iron.
Under Frieza's unreasonable numerical suppression, this lethal weapon thoroughly disintegrated. Iron powder drifted down, scattering through the air like dark snow.
A scalp-numbing tearing sound came from Kaido's right arm gripping the weapon. Muscle fibers snapped inch by inch from the sheer recoil. Blood flowed freely down his thick arm.
Frieza finally lost his patience. He decided to let this ignorant fool witness true, absolute Hell. He put away his hypocritical, elegant facade.
"You nauseating bug have successfully angered me," Frieza's voice was laced with undisguised, terrifying killing intent.
The transformation process began, accompanied by a suffocating leakage of energy that made the very air heavy. His body began to shoot up rapidly. His originally short stature expanded, growing taller and wider. Muscles bulged out in chunks, nearly bursting his white biological battle armor. The two black horns on his head also changed their curvature, growing thicker and far more ferocious.
Second Form released.
This was a completely unreasonable dimensional leap. The terrifying battle power breaking the one million mark manifested directly into a physical pressure storm.
That was over one million battle power running rampant.
With Frieza as the center, the crust for a hundred miles around let out a series of muffled thunderous rumbles. A layer of the ground was forcibly stripped away, and then heavily pressed down by this invisible, crushing pressure.
Kaido's massive Demon Dragon body was firmly held down by an invisible giant hand. He was forcibly pressed face-first into the muddy ruins. All the bones in his body let out groans of being overwhelmed.
Even the constitution of a Demon Dragon seemed incredibly laughable under the absolute suppression of one million battle power.
Mud mixed with blood stained the ground red. Kaido felt like his internal organs were going to be squeezed out of his pores.
But he did not beg for mercy. He gritted his bloody teeth and forcibly raised his head against that heavy pressure, staring defiantly at the towering monstrosity before him. The veins on his neck popped out, thick as ropes.
He spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments. And then, he curled open that mouth full of fangs.
Wild, unrestrained laughter rolled out from his throat, completely unfazed by the aura of death pressing down on him. His laughter was filled with contempt for Frieza's simplistic pursuit of numerical values.
"Is this all you've got?" Kaido stared at the giant Emperor of the Universe before him.
Compared to a monster like the Manager who could casually crush the rules of reality... This Emperor of the Universe wasn't worth a fart.
"A piece of trash like you isn't even worthy to mop the floors at the Foosha Village pub!" Kaido mocked, blood bubbling on his lips. "If the Manager even gave you a single glance, it would be his loss!"
Kaido's words carried undisguised mockery. He had witnessed Blake's power—a true power that transcended everything. Compared to an existence that could casually knead the laws of reality, this Frieza before him, who only knew how to suppress people with numerical values, really was only fit to be a janitor.
Even if he died here today, he couldn't weaken the pub's prestige. Worst case scenario, he'd go back and have the Manager resuscitate him with a Miracle Med Kit.
Frieza's face turned livid, his towering form trembling with rage. He didn't understand what a Foosha Village pub was. He didn't understand what a Manager was either.
But he could hear the absolute disdain in Kaido's tone. This disdain angered him more than any physical attack ever could. Frieza raised his massive foot, preparing to thoroughly crush this native's head into paste.
. . .
Meanwhile.
In a ring-shaped canyon thousands of kilometers away, far from the apocalyptic battle.
Doflamingo stopped in his tracks. He had walked this entire path with extreme caution, utilizing his string clones to scout ahead. He specifically picked on soft persimmons within the Frieza Force with battle powers of only a few thousand, manipulating them from the shadows.
With great difficulty, he managed to snatch the radar. Seeing as he was about to gather all the Dragon Balls, he was even calculating in his heart how to go back and claim maximum credit from the Manager.
He held the Dragon Radar he had snatched from Krillin in his hand. The glowing light dots on the screen were perfectly overlapping. This meant there was a Dragon Ball right ahead.
Doflamingo pushed up the red sunglasses on his nose, his feathered coat billowing in the alien wind. The corners of his mouth curled into a cruel, triumphant arc.
He raised his head and looked toward the front of the canyon, ready to claim his prize.
But the smile froze on his face.
A tall figure walked out from the sky full of green dust, the ambient temperature skyrocketing in an instant. It was a man wearing a crisp, white Marine Admiral uniform, the kanji for 'Justice' billowing on his back.
Dark red magma flowed slowly down half of his body, dripping onto the Namekian soil and instantly melting it into slag. The extreme heat distorted and warped the surrounding air, making the man look like a demon ascending from a volcanic hell.
Akainu held a Dragon Ball glowing with orange light in his large, scarred hand.
Those eyes, hard as flint, burned with the furious, uncompromising flames of Absolute Justice.
The pirate and the Admiral locked eyes. The two men's gazes collided in the air, the tension thick enough to cut with a string.
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