After three days, when Sharu returned to the "Friza Legion Recruitment Office" again, he found that there were more people outside the spaceship. Not only that, but other spaceships that just landed were parked around, and it seemed that more people had arrived.
Walking into the crowd, Shalu found that everyone was gearing up, full of eagerness to try. Most of the people's combat power was above 1,500, which was generally much higher than when they came for the first time three days ago. , Sharu guessed that it was because the warriors with low combat power were rejected by Frieza's army.
A strong man with tangled muscles seemed to be talking with his companions. He danced and danced very excitedly. He took a step back and accidentally bumped into Sharu's body.
The strong man turned his head, the detector on his left eye scanned Sharu, and found that the combat power was only over 1,100. He immediately ignored it, pushed Sharu roughly on the shoulder, and cursed loudly:
"Bastard, you can't walk. Long eyes?!"
Shalu laughed dumbly, it was this guy who bumped into me himself, yet the wicked sued first? Are all the people in Frieza's Legion so arrogant?
On this point, he guessed right. There is a ruthless King Frieza. His subordinates have always respected their strength. For those who are more powerful than themselves, they are naturally shy and respectful. If you are weak, you are wanton bullying.
He glanced at the brawny man, and found from the detector that his combat power was only around 1800, he sneered, shook his head, and prepared to leave. Found.
"Hey, Sharu?" At this moment, a bunny-eared girl jumped up and down the slanting thorns. She was an acquaintance Xueling, still exuding an incomparable innocence and a cuteness.
Sha Lu nodded. Even if he said hello, Xueling was accustomed to his cold temper. He came to him with a smile and said,
"The tournament is about to start, I'll take you there!"
"Wait a minute!" At this time, the brawny man stopped in front of Shalu ignorant of the current affairs, and bowed gently towards Xue Ling, whose combat power was higher than his, before saying,
"This guy just exited his mouth. Unreasonable and arrogant, I really can't swallow this breath, I think Lord Xueling will not obstruct it, right?"
Shalu laughed, this guy's ability to confuse black and white is simply unparalleled, and I didn't say anything. , you actually said that I "exported unreasonably"?
When Xueling heard this, her cheeks bulged like two peaches, and she pointed at the strong man and shouted angrily,
"You people fight and kill all day long. Can't you be a little more friendly to the newcomers?"
"Eh? Hahaha..." The strong man and his companions were stunned for a moment, and then they burst into laughter. The laughter was extremely exaggerated, as if they had heard a joke.
After a long time, he apologized to Xueling and said,
"Sorry, Lord Xueling, we are not laughing at you...haha...what, as members of the Frieza Legion, we naturally want to apologize to Feliz. King Liza is serving, like this weak and weak guy, how can you contribute to King
Frieza?" Xue Ling was so angry that a few blushes floated on her face, just as she was about to argue, she was caught by Shalu. Raising his hand to stop him, looking at the icy expression on his face, for some reason he felt a sense of trust, he stood there, stomped his feet in anger, but did not continue to speak.
"So, what do you want to do?" Sharu looked up at the strong man who was a head taller than himself, his words still full of coldness.
"What should I do? Humph!" The strong man asked back, and then snorted coldly, suddenly raising his fist and smashing it towards Sharu's face.
His movements are coherent and skilled, and he seems to be the kind of person who often makes trouble.
"Bang!" A
muffled sound came, and the strong man and his companions were stunned. I saw Shalu raised a hand and caught the strong man's fist accurately and pinched it at will. The strong man tried his best, and the blood vessels on his arm burst out, but he couldn't move it.
In the shocked eyes of everyone, Sha Lu stared at the strong man's eyes and did not relax, suddenly there was a ruthless light, and his hand suddenly increased.
"Kacha!" He heard a crisp sound of broken bones, and the strong man's fist was pinched into a strange shape by Shalu, and suddenly, a pig-like howl sounded from his mouth.
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His companions are all surprised, Sharu's combat power is obviously weaker than that of a strong man, why can he surpass him in strength?
Sharu released the strong man's fist, raised his foot and kicked the strong man's chest heavily, kicking him out far away and smashing into the crowd.
The soldiers who didn't notice at first all turned their heads to look at Shalu. After a while of calm, they burst into enthusiastic cheers. Scenes like this kind of fight are not uncommon. They love it very much. of.
"Okay!"
"Nice job!"
Under the warm voice, Shalu didn't have any special emotions, he gestured towards the shocked Xueling as usual, and said,
"Let's go, troubleshoot. Now, take me to the competition venue."
Xueling was also in shock, she couldn't figure out how Shalu defeated more than 1,800 fighters with 1,100 combat power. The theory of unbreakable combat power is already an iron law that prevails in the Frieza Legion. If the combat power is lower than others, it is absolutely impossible to beat others.
Seeing her stunned, Shalu guessed the reason for her shock, thought for a while, and added casually:
"Maybe I'm good at strength." "I
see." Xueling nodded and finally convinced herself , regained his smile again, and said, "Sharu, I don't see how strong you are, let's go, I'll take you there!"
Sharu followed behind the jumping Xueling, looking at her graceful figure , sighed in his heart:
"This woman is so naive, she actually believed such a reason."
But for some reason, Shalu felt that the innocence of this Xueling was a little cute.
...
Passing through the perimeter and arriving at the place where the crowd gathered the most, Shalu found that there was no competition venue in front of him, only a tall mountain towering into the clouds.
Looking at Xue Ling with doubtful eyes, the latter smiled lightly and said,
"Don't worry, Lord Frieza hasn't arrived yet, and the tournament will not officially start."
"Friza..." Sharu Hearing this eloquent name, the image of Frieza immediately appeared in my mind.
In the original novel, Frieza is a genius of cultivation. He was born by his father without xing. He was born with a powerful and unparalleled fighting power. He never cultivated, and his only pleasure was destruction and killing.
He and his Frieza Legion used alien technology to manufacture spaceships for military aggression. The selected troops were numerous and of high quality. Sell planets at high prices to planetary merchants in the universe.
But being such a ruthless emperor of evil, Frieza's usual style of behavior is polite, like a gentleman. Frieza never calls his subordinates by their first names, but calls them: "Mr. Sabo", "Mr. Dodoria"... So in the hearts of his subordinates, he has a very high prestige.
But the tyrannical strength and the arrogance in his bones make him arrogant. The gentleman's demeanor is just his fig leaf, and anyone who really stands in front of him can feel the sense of insignificance like dust.
Just like the equally arrogant and powerful Saiyan prince - Vegeta.
When his son died, he did not cry.
He didn't cry when he learned that the planet was destroyed.
But on Namek planet, when facing Frieza's third transformation, the absolute strength gap with him, as if looking at the starry sky-like darkness, made the most proud Saiyan prince despair. Fragile and crying.
"You are an inferior race with only a fighting instinct, Mr. Saiyan, right?"
When Frieza raised Vegeta's hair with one hand and said this indifferently and politely, the cold evil The breath of the book even penetrates through the paper, straight into the reader's face.
"Are you finally going to see this guy?" Sharu couldn't help but get excited, feeling a flame burning in his heart, and he couldn't stop.
If you have to find a noun for this kind of flame.
That's "appetite"!
He desperately wants to eat Frieza!