The injured people who had been lying across the battlefield were now completely restored, staring at Sun Wuxiu as though they were looking at a god.
“Is…
is this the effect of a Senzu Bean?” Son Goku touched his completely unharmed body, his mouth hanging open in shock.
“Wait, that’s not right.
Brother, you didn’t give me a bean to eat.
Ah!
I remember now, it’s your special ability!” “Wuxiu…
what kind of divine technique have you learned during these past three years?” Master Roshi was equally stunned.
The ability to instantly heal near-fatal injuries was something that even the legendary Immortals should not have been capable of.
“Just a few little tricks.” Sun Wuxiu smiled and offered no further explanation.
“I’m just glad everyone is alright.” “Wuxiu!
Be careful!
That guy is really strong!” Although Krillin had fully recovered, lingering fear remained in his eyes as he looked at King Piccolo floating in the sky.
“A moment ago, all of us together couldn’t even touch him!” “Yeah!” Yamcha immediately added.
“That guy is practically a monster after regaining his youth!” “Don’t worry.” Sun Wuxiu stepped forward and stood before everyone.
“To me, right now…” He slowly raised his head.
His deep black eyes met King Piccolo’s uneasy and panicked gaze for the first time.
“He is too weak.” Three simple words.
Yet they struck like a giant hammer, ruthlessly smashing apart King Piccolo’s pride.
“Weak…?” King Piccolo laughed from pure anger.
The veins across his forehead bulged violently.
“Hahahaha!!
You say I’m weak?!” “You actually dare say that I, the Great Demon King Piccolo, ruler of terror and the future sovereign of this world, am weak?!” “Unforgivable!!
Absolutely unforgivable!!” BOOM!!
King Piccolo’s aura exploded.
This time he no longer held back.
His Ki erupted like a volcanic eruption, causing the surrounding rubble to levitate into the air while the distant ocean churned violently.
“I’ll show you what true Hell looks like!!” “DIE!!!” King Piccolo transformed into a green streak of lightning and charged directly toward Sun Wuxiu.
The speed of this attack was so fast that even the newly recovered Son Goku could only see a blur.
“So fast!!” Tien Shinhan exclaimed.
However…
To Sun Wuxiu, every movement was crystal clear.
After three years of training under Kami and Mr.
Popo, comprehending stillness and motion while polishing his control over Ki, combined with the enhancement of the Rabbit Talisman…
This level of speed was no different from taking a leisurely walk.
“Too slow.” Sun Wuxiu kept both hands behind his back and simply took a small step to the left.
Whoosh!
King Piccolo’s punch, powerful enough to shatter mountains, missed completely, brushing past the tip of Sun Wuxiu’s nose.
“What?!” King Piccolo was horrified.
Before he could adjust his attack…
“Too light.” Sun Wuxiu’s voice sounded beside his ear.
Smack!
A loud slap echoed across the battlefield.
“Pfft!” King Piccolo spun through the air like a top.
He rotated more than a dozen times before finally managing to stabilize himself.
Half of his face immediately swelled up like a steamed bun.
Several broken teeth mixed with blood flew from his mouth.
“You…
you actually dared to hit my face…” King Piccolo covered his face.
His eyes were filled with disbelief and murderous intent.
“I slapped your face precisely because it’s ugly.” Sun Wuxiu dusted off his hands with visible disgust.
“As a Demon King, your combat skills are as crude as a wild beast’s.” “Is this your so-called invincible power?” “It’s laughable.” “AAAAAAHHHH!!!” King Piccolo let out a beast-like roar.
“I’ll kill you!
I’ll kill you!
I’ll kill you!!” With both hands raised, he unleashed a storm of Ki attacks.
“Explosive Demon Wave Barrage!!” Countless purple energy bullets rained down from the sky, completely covering every inch of space around Sun Wuxiu.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Explosions erupted endlessly.
Flames surged skyward.
Smoke and dust covered the heavens.
The bombardment continued for an entire minute.
Only when King Piccolo began panting heavily did he finally stop.
“Huff…
huff…” “Now…
he should be dead…” King Piccolo stared at the smoke-filled battlefield below.
However…
As the smoke slowly dispersed…
That white-clothed figure still stood exactly where he had been.
Unharmed.
Not a single scratch.
Not even a speck of dust had settled on his clothes.
Sun Wuxiu casually brushed off his sleeves and looked at King Piccolo with helpless eyes.
“Is that all?” “Can’t you think of something more creative?” “Moves like these are only useful as fireworks.” “…” Despair.
Genuine despair.
King Piccolo finally realized that the man before him was not some slightly stronger insect.
He was a mountain that could not be climbed.
An abyss that could not be measured.
“How…” “How can a monster like this exist…” King Piccolo unconsciously retreated.
The madness in his eyes gradually transformed into fear.
Below, Master Roshi, Tien Shinhan, and the others stood frozen.
They knew Sun Wuxiu was strong.
But they had never imagined he would be strong to this extent.
The same King Piccolo who had driven them into despair was being toyed with as though he were a child.
“What exactly did Senior Brother Wuxiu experience during those three years…?” Krillin swallowed hard.
“Has he actually become a god?” High in the sky, Sun Wuxiu looked at the mentally collapsing King Piccolo and silently evaluated the situation.
“That’s enough.” “If I keep playing around, it won’t be good if this guy completely loses his mind and decides to self-destruct.” “Although I really want to crush him to death right now…” He thought of Kami.
Because Kami and King Piccolo were originally one being, killing Piccolo now would also kill Kami.
And besides…
Sun Wuxiu thought about the future Piccolo Jr.
The future guardian of Son Gohan.
The future ally who would repeatedly protect Earth.
The future babysitter whom countless fans jokingly acknowledged.
“I still need you to lay that egg.” A sharp light flashed through Sun Wuxiu’s eyes.
“Alright.” “The game is over.” “I’m bored now.” Swish!
Sun Wuxiu vanished instantly.
The next moment, he appeared directly in front of King Piccolo.
Their faces were less than ten centimeters apart.
King Piccolo could clearly see the faint amusement hidden in Sun Wuxiu’s eyes.
“You…” “Go down.” Sun Wuxiu clenched his right fist.
No special technique.
No complicated movement.
He simply condensed an immense amount of Ki into one point.
BANG!!!
The punch slammed directly into King Piccolo’s abdomen.
The seemingly simple attack contained enough force to pierce through an entire mountain range.
“COUGH!!!” King Piccolo’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets.
His body bent like a shrimp.
The clothing on his back exploded apart.
The overwhelming force passed directly through his internal organs.
Whoosh!
BOOM!!
King Piccolo crashed into the ruined battlefield like a falling meteor, creating a gigantic crater.
“Cough…
cough…” Purple blood poured continuously from his mouth.
His life force was rapidly fading.
King Piccolo knew.
He was about to die.
“Damn it…” “I’m not reconciled…” “The Demon Clan…
cannot end like this…” Driven by his instinct to survive and his hatred for revenge, King Piccolo made his final choice.
His throat bulged violently.
“UGHHHH!!!” A huge white egg emerged from his mouth.
“That is…” Son Goku and the others stared in shock.
High above, Sun Wuxiu watched everything unfold without attempting to stop it.
Instead, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
“So this is Piccolo Jr.” “Good.” “I’m glad you laid it.” Using the last remnants of his strength, King Piccolo hurled the egg deep into the distant forest.
The egg shot across the horizon like a meteor, carrying the future of the Demon Clan and all of King Piccolo’s hatred and unwillingness.