*Beep beep.*
Turles scouter scanned Naruto and Puru. He glanced at the green numbers and sneered, "One with 500 combat power and one with 1,000. So, you know how to regulate your own power?"
"I have seen beings like you who can unleash all their concealed energy at once."
"Unfortunately, even then, you could never be my match."
Turles spoke with absolute certainty. He had the raw credentials to back it up. During the Earth Conquest timeline, his initial combat power rested between 25,000 and 30,000. After consuming the fruit nurtured by Earth's soil, his power skyrocketed to over 300,000. Even Goku, using the 10x Kaio-ken, had been slammed into the dirt and pummeled.
Though Turles had not yet reached those absurd heights here, his combat power still hovered near 20,000. Exceeding 10,000 qualified a fighter as an elite force in the galaxy, very few warriors in the entire Frieza Force surpassed that mark.
At least, that was the current standard.
"Is it possible we just don't know how to adjust our combat power naturally?" Naruto asked, tilting his head. "We instantly increase it using secret techniques. For example, I can boost mine by more than ten times, and he can boost his by five."
"Oh? You use secret techniques to temporarily multiply your power?" Turles grew genuinely interested, noting Naruto's serious tone.
Techniques that could instantly multiply combat power, by ten times, no less! Even a five-fold increase was remarkable, it would send his own power skyrocketing to nearly 100,000. The Saiyan Oozaru transformation only provided a tenfold boost and came with severe physical restrictions. If the Oozaru form were combined with a multiplier technique, he would be an unstoppable god.
"Surrender the technique, and I might spare your miserable lives."
Turles coveted those skills. Leaving them in the hands of trash with a base power in the hundreds was a cosmic waste.
'The Tree of Might plus these multiplier techniques... the universe truly favor me.'
'When the time comes, crushing the Ginyu Force and slaughtering Emperor Frieza won't just be a dream.'
As Turles drifted into his delusions of grandeur, Naruto spread his hands in mock apology. "Unfortunately, we don't have anything like that. If you find it, please teach me. You were right earlier, we just know how to freely control our ki."
"..." Turles glorious fantasy shattered before it had even fully formed.
"You've got some nerve, playing games with me!" Turles flew into a violent rage. He fixed Naruto with a bloodthirsty glare. "I've decided. I'll kill you using the most brutal method possible."
"Watch out!" Puru feared Naruto wouldn't react in time. As Turles lunged forward, Puru blurred into his path, crossing his arms to block the incoming punch.
'Such terrifying power.'
The devastating impact instantly numbed both of Puru's arms.
"Get lost, trash!" Turles spat, surging the kinetic force of his blow. Puru was already struggling, and the increased pressure threatened to snap his bones.
"Hah!" Left with no other choice, Puru unleashed his concealed ki. The massive gust of air from the flare blew Turles back a few feet.
"His combat power actually exceeds 8,000!" Turles stared in amazement as his scouter updated. "Namekian, how about becoming my subordinate?"
"You bastards are destroying Namek's environment, I won't let you!" Puru firmly refused. He raised his aura to its absolute peak, feeling confident he could now fight the invader.
"Then you and that blonde brat can disappear together."
Turles vanished. Though his movements were blindingly fast, Puru tracked his ki and vanished as well.
Their speed far exceeded the limits of normal human sight.
Rapid, crackling explosions echoed across the sky, shaking the earth and churning the sea. A fierce, high-speed battle unfolded, punch for punch, kick for kick.
"Interesting. Even 10,000 points of combat power couldn't put you down quickly."
Proper martial arts and ki control could narrow the gap in raw numbers significantly. Furthermore, Turles hadn't earned his strength through grueling training, he had accumulated it forcefully by eating the Tree of Might's fruit. While his numbers were high, his foundation was inflated and sloppy.
After all, he was originally a low-class warrior with the lowest possible natural talent.
Saiyans maintained a strict genetic hierarchy. Except in extremely rare cases, a low-class warrior's ceiling was fixed, they could never match an elite in technique. Without the Tree of Might, Turles would have spent his entire life as a low-level grunt, permanently stuck with a combat power under 2,000.
"Puru!"
Several green figures streaked in from the horizon. Namekians from various settlements across the planet had sensed the anomaly and converged on the location. There were at least ten warrior-type Namekians in the group.
Naruto glanced at them and felt a brief pang of disappointment. He didn't see Nail, the strongest Namekian warrior and an exact lookalike of Piccolo.
"Who is this guy?" a plump Namekian asked, glaring at Turles.
Their attention quickly shifted to the fully grown Tree of Might, its massive canopy now blotting out the sun.
"That tree... it's destroying the ecosystem. I've never seen such a parasitic plant," another warrior muttered. As plant-like beings themselves, Namekians possessed a natural connection to flora.
They all gasped in horror. They had never encountered a plant so chaotic and aggressive.
"We must destroy it immediately."
"What do you think you're doing with my tree?" Turles gazed coldly at the newcomers. His scouter displayed their power levels, nothing but weaklings, barely hitting 3,000 points.
"Get out of the way, outsider," the lead Namekian warned. "Unless you want to get hurt."
"Hurt? Me?" Turles laughed darkly. He gathered his energy and unleashed it in a sudden, suffocating burst.
As the Namekians recoiled from the sheer pressure, Turles flashed a cruel smile.
"Let these insects see the real world. Let them witness true power."
Naruto pulled out the scouter Bulma had modified. It displayed Turles current combat power: a staggering 18,000 points.
He was a full 10,000 points stronger than Puru.
"Die, trash!" Turles vanished, reappearing directly in front of the lead Namekian. He effortlessly twisted the warrior's neck with a sickening crunch and tossed the body aside like garbage.
Naruto instantly blurred forward, catching the falling Namekian in midair. He checked the warrior's pulse and found he was barely breathing. Without a word, Naruto pulled a Senzu Bean from his pocket and forced it into the man's mouth.
He had grabbed a full pouch from Korin and still had plenty to spare.
"He killed Shu! Attack him together!" The remaining Namekians, shocked and enraged, sought immediate revenge for their fallen brother.
Shu, rapidly awakening as the Senzu Bean knit his bones back together, watched them charge.
The desire to avenge a companion was noble, but ignoring such a massive gap in strength was purely suicidal.
Turles moved again. He appeared beside the nearest warrior, grabbed his arm, and gave a violent tug. The emerald limb snapped completely off, spraying violet blood across the sky.
"Gaaaah!"
The Namekian wailed in sheer agony. Stimulated by the metallic scent of blood, Turles raised the severed arm to his lips and bit down hard.
"Ptoo! This tastes terrible." He chewed the raw meat once and immediately spat it out in disgust.
As a species, Saiyans were massive gluttons. Beyond their innate love for battle, they historically enjoyed tasting the flesh of the races they conquered. If the meat was good, they ate their opponents to replenish expended calories. Vegeta had done exactly this on his previous conquests.
This barbaric habit of eating the raw flesh of intelligent humanoids gave Saiyans a horrific reputation throughout the galaxy.
Even Frieza openly called them a pack of savage monkeys who understood neither etiquette nor basic civilization.
"Hah!" The Namekian whose arm had been ripped off concentrated his ki at the bleeding stump and thrust outward. With a sudden spray of green mucus, a brand-new arm rapidly regenerated.
"So you can regrow limbs?" Turles observed the ability with dark fascination.
'If the taste were better, I might keep a few penned up.'
'Unfortunately, eating them is like chewing raw, bitter cabbage. It's simply disgusting.'
Noticing Turles momentary distraction, the injured Namekian suddenly threw his arms wide and screamed to his companions.
"I've got him! Everyone, attack now!"
The other Namekians scattered, swiftly taking up positions at Turles four cardinal directions. They gathered every ounce of their energy and unleashed everything they had.
Multiple ki blasts struck Turles body with brutal force.
The assault didn't stop there. As the first volley concluded, the Namekians immediately gathered their energy for a second barrage.
This wave of ki blasts was even denser and more desperate than the first.
Countless beams of light bombarded the spot where Turles stood. In an instant, the rocky ground was obliterated, turning the area into a scorched wasteland of craters.
Wave after wave of bombardment followed, dense, continuous, and devastating.
The Namekian-style Vegeta's Tactic.
The Vegeta's Tactic looked incredibly brutal and packed overwhelming firepower, but its actual combat record throughout history was highly concerning.
Up to now, no formidable enemy had ever been defeated head-on by Vegeta using this exact ki barrage method.
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