Doflamingo had absolutely no intention of defending himself. His left index finger twitched with subtle precision, and several completely invisible threads shot out from his fingertip. Hundreds of times thinner than a human hair, these threads slithered silently through the air like venomous snakes.

Gohan’s fist arrived with overwhelming force, the intense wind from the strike causing Doflamingo’s sunglasses to flutter. But just as the fist was an inch away from Doflamingo’s nose, time seemed to stop.

Gohan’s body went completely rigid. The fist, carrying terrifying power, was suspended mid-air, unable to advance a single millimeter further. Several incredibly fine Parasite threads had silently and imperceptibly pierced the back of Gohan’s neck, directly linking to his central nervous system.

The intense focus in Gohan’s anger-widened eyes rapidly dissolved into an unfocused haze. That berserk, uniquely Saiyan glare turned completely hollow in less than half a second. Like a puppet stripped of its soul, the white aura surrounding him vanished without a trace.

Looking at the fist hovering just inches away, a deeply sadistic chuckle rolled from Doflamingo’s throat. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Fuffuffuffu. What a perfect toy. Rather than killing you outright, I much prefer watching you slaughter each other."

With a slight flick of his finger, Gohan’s hollow eyes—guided by the threads—slowly turned back to look at the utterly stunned Krillin on the ground.

"So, let’s have you play a little game of mutual slaughter. The winner gets to live one minute longer."

. . . . .

In Namek’s sickly green sky, the massive mushroom cloud ignited by the dark golden flames was still slowly churning, the air saturated with a sharp, acrid stench—the smell of rock completely vaporized into nothingness.

A rocky mountain several miles away had been completely leveled. Amidst the rubble, Vegeta lay sprawled at the bottom of the crater like a discarded, broken rag. His proud Saiyan battle armor had been reduced to ashes. His body was covered in horrific, charred wounds, the skin carbonized and peeling away in large patches to reveal the roasted, dark red flesh beneath.

His mouth hung wide open, his throat managing only the faintest hissing sounds. He was breathing in more air than he was breathing out, unable to twitch even a single finger. The pride of the Saiyan Prince had been completely crushed into dust under this display of absolute, overwhelming violence.

Mid-air, the sky-obscuring Azure Dragon let out a low, rumbling cry. Violent crimson-black lightning coursed across its scales before its massive body rapidly shrank amidst a distortion in the air. Kaido returned to his twenty-three-foot-tall human form. Bare-chested, muscles bulging, he rested the spike-covered Hassaikai on his right shoulder and descended from the sky with heavy steps.

His massive feet crushed the rubble beneath him, creating an ear-piercing grinding noise. Kaido didn’t even spare a glance for the half-dead short stack at the bottom of the crater. Trash that couldn’t even survive a single Bolo Breath wasn’t worth a second look.

Striding over to the rubble, he bent down, extending a hand larger than a palm leaf fan to scoop up the three transparent orange orbs scattered on the ground. This was the perfect bargaining chip to claim credit from Shop Manager Blake. As long as he brought these back, that scheming Doflamingo and that absolute-justice-obsessed Akainu would have to obediently fall in line behind him.

Just as Kaido’s fingers were about to touch the Dragon Balls, the cloud layer directly above was violently torn apart by incredibly turbulent air currents. Five sharp, piercing shrieks plummeted from the outer atmosphere, the sound so grating it made the rubble on the ground vibrate violently.

Kaido paused and looked up at the sickly green sky. Five round, white metallic pods, trailing long tails of exhaust, were crashing toward the ground like burning meteors. They moved so fast they ignited the air into a long trail of blinding sparks.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Five deafening explosions rocked Namek’s surface. The five spherical spaceships smashed into the ground with pinpoint accuracy, forming a circle around Kaido and burying themselves deep into the bedrock. The terrifying shockwave from the impacts, mixed with clouds of dust and debris, was blasted dozens of meters into the air, even snapping several nearby stone pillars right in half.

Resting Hassaikai on his shoulder, Kaido stood in the center of it all, not swaying a single inch. He frowned at the five metal pods still billowing thick white smoke. Ships shaped like eggs definitely didn’t exist in the New World.

A unified, hissing sound of escaping air came from the hatches. The five circular doors popped open simultaneously, slamming heavily onto the ground. Five bizarrely shaped aliens vaulted out of the ships one after another.

Upon landing, they didn’t bother assessing their surroundings, nor did they look at the twenty-three-foot monster standing right in the middle of them. Instead, with extreme synchronization, they gathered together. Before the swirling dust had even settled, the five of them began twisting their bodies, utilizing both hands and feet to strike an incredibly embarrassing pose that severely tested their physical flexibility.

At the very front, the shortest one—the green, frog-like Guldo—placed his hands on his hips and kicked one leg back at an absurdly exaggerated angle.

On the right, the incredibly tall, orange-haired Recoome stood on one leg, forming a bizarre circle above his head with his arms.

On the left, the tallest of them all, the blue-grey skinned Burter, leaned backward at a perilous angle, pointing both hands straight at the sky.

In the back, the white-haired, crab-red-skinned Jeice crouched into a half-squat, his arms crossed defensively over his chest.

And standing dead center was Captain Ginyu, the purple-skinned leader with two black horns, standing with his legs spread wide and striking a highly dynamic pose with one arm up and the other down.

"The Ginyu Force!"

"Has arrived!"

The five of them shouted in unison, their booming voices echoing back and forth through the ruins. Even the falling debris seemed to vibrate with a humming sound.

Standing in his spot, resting Hassaikai on his shoulder, Kaido’s constantly savage expression was briefly replaced by a look of sheer bewilderment. His breathing skipped a beat. For a full half-second, he just stared blankly at these five idiots holding their weird poses. His mind was filled with giant question marks.

What the hell are these things?

A moment later, a deafening roar of laughter erupted from Kaido’s throat.

"Wororororo!"

The laughter was unbelievably arrogant, carrying an undisguised wave of mockery. Kaido laughed so hard a tear squeezed from the corner of his eye. He slammed the Hassaikai down into the ground, creating a crater half a meter deep, and pointed a thick finger at the five freaks.

"Does that Frieza guy... really employ circus clowns like you? I’ve survived in the New World for years. I’ve fought Marine Admirals. I’ve battered Emperors. But I swear to God, I have never seen such complete idiots who dance before a fight!"

"Are you here to perform acrobatics for me?"

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