Nappa kept swinging his fists, but each attack was blocked by Piccolo.
He roared, "You damned Namekian! You're so powerful… you can actually fight me to this extent. But even if you're skilled, you still can't defeat me in the end!"
"Stop being so arrogant, Saiyan," Piccolo retorted, fighting back with all his strength. By now, he realized that defeating this Saiyan alone would not be easy.
The battlefield expanded as Piccolo and Nappa exchanged blows.
Suddenly, Piccolo seized an opening and punched Nappa in the face—but Nappa's fist landed squarely on Piccolo's stomach at the same time.
Both fighters flew backward simultaneously.
Nappa landed six or seven steps away, while Piccolo fell more than ten steps back. The difference in combat power was evident; skills alone couldn't completely bridge the gap.
Nappa wiped the corner of his mouth and laughed excitedly. "Hahaha! Impressive! Namekian, you can actually fight me this well. I have to praise you… but your power still isn't enough to beat me!"
"You're getting far too proud of yourself," Piccolo said gloomily, clutching his stomach with his right hand.
At that moment, Tien Shinhan, Krillin, and Yamcha stepped forward to assist Piccolo.
Piccolo assumed a defensive stance. "Tien, Krillin, Yamcha… join me. Together, we can take down this Saiyan."
"Right! I may not be as strong, but I can still be of help," Yamcha said confidently, taking a fighting stance.
Tien Shinhan remained silent, but his intent was clear.
Piccolo glanced at Krillin, Yamcha, and Tien Shinhan. Though their power was limited compared to Nappa, any help was better than none.
Piccolo knew it would be difficult to defeat the Saiyan alone, and coordinated attacks were their best option.
Nappa placed his hands on his hips and laughed. "Three more fighters, huh? No matter how many come, you're still no match for me!"
"Prince Vegeta, check the strength of these three," Nappa ordered.
Though arrogant, Nappa was not careless. After all, the Namekian had already shown a combat power close to his own, and it was wise to gauge his new opponents.
Vegeta scanned them with his detector. "Their combat power is 2,450, 2,070, and 1,760 respectively."
Nappa's excitement immediately deflated. "What? I thought they were strong… but they're just small fry! All that anticipation for nothing."
"Damn Saiyans, they actually look down on us!" Tien Shinhan clenched his fists in anger.
Piccolo, his expression serious, said, "I'll take the lead. You three focus on sneak attacks. Do not confront him head-on—he's not an enemy you can handle alone."
Krillin, Yamcha, and Tien Shinhan nodded in agreement.
As Piccolo and Nappa prepared to resume their fight, Vegeta sneered at Goku. "Kakarot, what a loser! Compared to these brats, your combat power is pathetic. You'll never reach the next level."
Goku merely raised the corners of his mouth in a small, mocking smile.
Vegeta, infuriated by the calm mockery, clenched his fists, but Goku ignored him entirely.
With the coordinated efforts of Tien Shinhan, Krillin, and Yamcha, Piccolo immediately felt the pressure ease. Conversely, Nappa now faced a four-person team, increasing the difficulty of his battle.
Tien Shinhan crouched, gathering energy in his hands. His ki surged higher and higher. After five seconds, he shouted, "Piccolo, get out of the way!"
Piccolo leapt aside just as Tien Shinhan's attack was launched.
"Qigong Cannon!"
Nappa covered his head, but the ki blast hit him, causing a powerful explosion.
Boom!
When the smoke cleared, Nappa was completely unharmed; his armor was only slightly torn.
"A few rats always attacking from behind… annoying!" Nappa said grimly.
Vegeta, monitoring with his detector, commented, "Tien Shinhan's power just rose to nearly 3,000 points. As expected, they can all control their combat power."
Tien Shinhan clenched his fists in frustration. "Damn Saiyan! His body is so strong that even my ki cannon can't damage him!"
Yamcha, having finished charging his energy, unleashed a full-strength Kamehameha.
Nappa casually raised his hand and deflected the attack with a single punch. "You think this can hurt me? Are you idiots?"
"Damn it! My Kamehameha… deflected so easily!" Yamcha exclaimed. The attack had barely made a scratch; it felt like a mere tickle.