r18novel Chapter 121 Frieza's Brutality
Chapter 121 Frieza's Brutality
Upon receiving Frieza's order, Zarbon responded with a bow, then swung his right hand upwards, sending a Dragon Ball radiating an orange-yellow light into the air. The Dragon Ball slowly spun in the air, its star-shaped patterns shimmering with a mysterious light, instantly attracting the attention of the two old men.
The moment the two elderly people looked up, Sabo flashed forward, appearing behind the thin old man like a ghost, and delivered a powerful kick to his back. Caught off guard, the thin old man staggered forward a few steps, letting out a muffled groan: "Ugh..."
"Damn it!" The thin old man was already burning with rage, his eyes wide with fury. He swiftly turned, raising his right hand high, a ball of white energy gathering in his palm, and shot it towards Sabo without hesitation. The energy wave, accompanied by a whistling sound, tore through the air and headed straight for Sabo.
Sabo, however, remained calm and unhurried. With a light leap, he soared into the air, easily dodging the attack. The energy wave continued forward, striking one of Frieza's unfortunate dog-headed warriors. A scream rang out, and the warrior, before he could even react, was struck by the powerful energy wave, his body appearing as if it had been charred.
Seeing that his attack had missed, the thin old man looked up at Sabo in the air, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes. After Sabo steadied himself in the air, he stretched out his right hand again, palm facing forward. An even more powerful energy wave rapidly gathered in his hand, its light becoming increasingly dazzling, and the powerful energy fluctuations distorted the surrounding air.
The thin old man tried to dodge, but it was too late. Sabo's energy wave struck him like lightning. The moment the energy wave hit him, the thin old man let out a piercing scream: "Ah…!" His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. His eyes were wide open, his face still bearing the marks of pain and resentment, but he was already lifeless.
Sabo executed a graceful mid-air spin, landing steadily on the ground. He slightly raised his right hand to catch the Dragon Ball as it fell from the sky. The moment the Dragon Ball touched his hand, a smug smile appeared on his face as he turned to look at Frieza, awaiting his next instructions.
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Son Gohan lay prone on the mountaintop, his eyes fixed on Sabo, two flames of fury burning within them, a rage that threatened to consume his reason. His teeth clenched so tightly they bulged, the muscles in his cheeks bulging, his fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white, the veins on his arms bulging like angry little snakes, and his body trembling slightly with rage. He looked as if he were about to charge out and fight the enemy to the death at any moment.
To Gohan's left, Shang Yun kept a close eye on their surroundings and also keenly sensed Gohan's intense emotional fluctuations. He quickly turned his head, his eyes filled with worry and urgency, grabbed Gohan's arm, and whispered, "Gohan, calm down! Get your anger out of you. You absolutely mustn't act impulsively now, or we'll be discovered."
Son Gohan turned to look at Shang Yun, his face filled with resentment and anger. His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, like a wild beast that had been provoked but was now restrained. "But Godfather, these guys have really gone too far!"
Krillin, standing to Gohan's right, was equally anxious. He reached out and placed his hand on Gohan's shoulder, pressing it gently. His tone was pleading and admonishing: "Gohan, you've seen how powerful those enemies are. If we rush in now, it's like throwing an egg against a rock; we're no match for them. Besides, we finally made it to Namek. Don't you want your Uncle Piccolo and your friends to be revived? If we're exposed now, everything will be for nothing!" Krillin's voice trembled slightly; he too was burning with anger towards the enemy, but he knew he had to restrain himself.
As Gohan listened to Krillin's words, his trembling gradually stopped, but the anger in his eyes did not completely subside. He took a deep breath, slowly loosened his clenched fist, and his nails left deep marks on his palm.
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Frieza waved his hand, signaling Sabo to put the Dragon Balls away, then turned his gaze back to the remaining fat old man and the two terrified children, his sneer growing even more sinister: "Well? Now can you hand over the Dragon Balls?"
The thin old man's body landed right at the fat old man's feet. The fat old man's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes widening as he stared intently at his fallen companion, his face filled with terror and disbelief. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead and trickled down his cheeks. His lips trembled slightly, and his hands instinctively reached out to shield the two children beside him, as if to create a final barrier for them with his own body.
Sabo, Dodoria, and the other Frieza's army soldiers stood aside, and seeing the fat old man's reaction, they burst into unrestrained laughter. Their laughter echoed in the empty space, filled with mockery and smugness.
The fat old man suppressed his fear and anger, his chest heaving violently. He gritted his teeth and forced out a low, firm voice: "What exactly do you want the Dragon Balls for?"
Frieza tilted his head slightly and let out a series of arrogant and conceited laughs. He extended his right hand, raised his little finger, and waved it in front of the fat old man, a disdainful smirk playing on his lips: "I only want to fulfill a trivial wish: to live forever!"
Upon hearing this, the fat old man was shocked. His eyes widened, and he roared, "You evil bastard! Even if I die, I will never give you the Dragon Ball!"
Frieza's face instantly darkened, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. He stared coldly at the fat old man, his lips twitching slightly, and said in a chilling voice, "Looks like you won't know what's good for you unless I teach you a lesson."
The portly old man didn't back down. He slightly turned to the side, shielding the two children even more completely, and clenched his fists tightly, saying firmly, "I'd rather die than let you succeed!"
A cruel glint flashed in Frieza's eyes. He extended his right index finger again, and powerful energy rapidly gathered at his fingertip, forming a ball of energy radiating purple light. He looked at the fat old man with a cold smile and slowly said, "Oh? Is that so? What if I kill these two brats? Will you still be so stubborn then?"
The fat old man's face turned deathly pale instantly, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with terror and worry. The two children were even more frightened, trembling, their faces ashen, tears welling up in their eyes, and they clung tightly to the fat old man's legs.
The fat old man's heart clenched. He instinctively pulled the two children further behind him and cried out in a trembling yet firm voice, "You...you devil..."