Dragon Ball: Collaborating with Frieza to Destroy Planet Vegeta

Chapter 209: A Fierce Battle!

"You think you've already won?"

"Underestimating others so much… If I wasn't fully confident, do you think I'd be the one to come looking for you?"

"Now who's the foolish one here?"

Mu Chuan mumbled softly, seemingly unconcerned whether his opponent heard him or not. In the next second, a red aura enveloped him again.

This time, he had no hesitation.

He immediately activated the Kaio-ken!

Of course, considering his body's tolerance, he only used the triple Kaio-ken.

Yet even at this level, his battle power instantly surpassed Frieza's.

Frieza's face showed a hint of surprise.

He never imagined someone's battle power could fluctuate so wildly. Just moments ago, he was clearly stronger. How was he now overtaken in the blink of an eye?

"No…"

"This is my new Golden Form! How could your battle power surpass mine? What do you have to challenge me with?"

"With raw power!" Mu Chuan roared furiously.

He charged forward, and just as Frieza prepared to counterattack, Mu Chuan vanished with Instant Transmission.

Mu Chuan reappeared behind Frieza and delivered a fierce punch.

Frieza barely managed to defend himself, but he took hit after hit. By now, his previously smug demeanor had vanished.

He was utterly frustrated!

After training so hard to reclaim his honor, he once again found himself humiliated!

How could he endure this?

The intensity of their battle kept escalating.

Their movements grew faster and faster, and the combat became increasingly terrifying.

"Impossible! This can't be real! You can't be this strong! This must all be an illusion!"

As they fought, Frieza muttered to himself as though he'd fallen into a trance.

His hands kept moving, but even so, he couldn't change the current reality; he was still getting pummeled, and it was clear he was gradually being overwhelmed.

With every surge of energy, Mu Chuan's power surged higher, again and again surpassing Frieza.

This battle was truly shifting by the second.

At that moment, two figures appeared in the distance—Beerus and Whis. The two had rarely shown up here, naturally drawn to enjoy the show.

Observing the chaotic battle, they both looked intrigued.

"I told you, this place would definitely offer some good entertainment. This fight is really something!" Beerus watched, thoroughly amused.

Despite the battlefield's chaos, each battle circle was distinctly clear, and there were now four major zones of conflict.

The first and most intense zone was where Mu Chuan and Frieza fought, though the outcome was already evident. Beerus only glanced briefly before losing interest.

The result was already set!

Moving on to the second zone.

Here, it was a "Three Heroes Against Lü Bu" scenario, with three Super Saiyan Threes fighting a Golden Hera. The Hera warrior had initially underestimated his opponents, but soon adjusted, fighting with true skill.

He alone held down the three Super Saiyan Threes.

However…

While the trio's power didn't quite match the Golden Hera's, their teamwork was exceptionally coordinated. Their steady collaboration allowed them to keep up for quite some time.

Moreover, as they pushed themselves to the limit, their battle power even began to increase slightly during the fight.

Though they wouldn't be defeated quickly, if this dragged on, things could become quite dire—they might not last!

"These three have solid strength. If just one of them breaks through, this fight will tip in their favor."

"If none of them break through, then they're likely to lose!"

Whis nodded in agreement, though he didn't seem too concerned.

All three were reliable and remarkably talented fighters. Their growth had been slow because they'd rarely faced true life-or-death struggles.

With strength this high, encountering a worthy opponent was incredibly challenging!

Now was the perfect chance…

And they might very well achieve a breakthrough!

Beerus's gaze shifted to the third combat zone. This one featured the remaining Saiyans, though the main attraction was the battle between Greta and Evil Buu.

No!

To be precise, it was the scene of Greta being relentlessly beaten.

Though Greta wasn't weak—his regular battle power had already surpassed ten million, and he could fully utilize Super Saiyan 2.

But now, Evil Buu had entered his second form, and his power far exceeded Greta's expectations. As a result, Greta was thoroughly overpowered from start to finish…

It was fortunate he managed to hold on through sheer grit, or he would've been eliminated by now.

Meanwhile…

The other Saiyans were each paired with opponents, though their situation was equally grim. They were losing more than they were winning, unable to display the supposed might of a warrior race.

Watching them, one couldn't help but feel their predicament was on the edge of disaster. However, these were Saiyans—a race that thrived and grew stronger in battle.

They were rapidly evolving as they fought!

With everyone around them under constant assault, they felt their inner anger rising.

"I can't lose!"

"I absolutely refuse to lose…"

Each one of them shouted in their hearts.

This kept them from breaking down in desperate moments, allowing them to push beyond their limits.

This combat zone was brutal, but the Saiyans' growth was evident.

Finally, there was the Earthling Warriors' zone. Compared to the others, their fight wasn't as intense. Their battle power was lower, and the aliens in Frieza's army weren't particularly strong either.

For the Earthling Warriors, they were just enough of a challenge.

And not overwhelming in the slightest!

As a result, this zone was comparatively calm, the least strenuous of them all.

"Their strength is frightening. Just approaching them feels like I'll be caught in their blast."

Yamcha glanced around, occasionally feeling dejected. No matter how hard they trained, it seemed they'd only ever be able to handle the cannon fodder.

As for the battles on the other side… they weren't even qualified to participate in those.

However…

Yamcha wasn't discouraged. He just said it as it was. Without tireless training, how could they ever hope to possess such formidable power?

Whether they could keep up didn't matter. As long as they gave their best, they'd get somewhere eventually.

Thinking of this, Yamcha refocused, ready to give his all once again.