Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1627 Father and Son Battle Against Piccolo the Great Demon King

Son Gohan was suddenly startled, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

The malevolent aura pressed down on him almost suffocatingly, but he quickly regained his composure—the rigorous training he had received under Mr. Luther over the past few months had finally paid off.

He slightly parted his legs, lowered his waist and stood upright, and the energy in his body instantly flowed throughout his body, forming a protective layer on the surface of his skin that was barely visible to the naked eye.

"Oh!"

Piccolo's energy blast struck Gohan's crossed arms squarely, the shockwave uprooting nearby crops and sending dust flying everywhere.

The work clothes on Son Gohan's upper body instantly turned into pieces under the energy impact, revealing his well-defined muscles underneath.

Surprisingly, apart from a charred mark on his arm, he was completely unharmed.

"what?"

Piccolo's pupils suddenly contracted, his face filled with disbelief.

Although he didn't use his full strength, that attack was enough to destroy a tank, yet now he couldn't even do anything to a seemingly ordinary farmer? This was simply an insult to the dignity of his demon race.

Son Gohan shook his numb arm; the charred marks on it were fading at a visible speed.

Thanks to Mr. Luther's specially made 5,000-pound weighted equipment, not only was his strength enhanced, but his physical strength was also honed under continuous pressure.

Just then, the words of Mr. Luther's serious warning flashed through his mind: "If you encounter a green-skinned demon with an extremely evil aura, be extremely careful—that is King Piccolo."

"Father, I remember now!"

Gohan quickly turned to Goku, "They are Piccolo Daimaō and his gang, whom Mr. Luther warned us about!"

Sun Wukong, who was inspecting the destroyed vegetable garden, was taken aback upon hearing this. He looked up and his eyes sharpened: "Piccolo the Great Demon King?" He had thought that the crisis Luther mentioned was still far away, but he didn't expect it to appear so soon.

Upon hearing this, King Piccolo let out a low laugh, his voice tinged with surprise and amusement: "Oh? I didn't expect that in such a remote rural area, there would be humans who know my name. It seems you are not just ordinary farmers."

Sun Wukong focused intently on sensing, his expression growing increasingly grave. Professor Luther's aura perception technique allowed him to clearly perceive the evil aura emanating from the other party—a cold, violent, and destructive aura, countless times more terrifying than any enemy he had ever encountered.

This aura made him instinctively feel disgusted and wary.

"He's definitely not a good person."

Sun Wukong assumed a fighting stance, his tone resolute, "To prevent the future that Mr. Luther spoke of from happening, I must stop you here!"

Piccolo simply waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away annoying mosquitoes: "Danbalin, Simbal, take care of them."

He had lost interest in personally intervening; they were just two somewhat special farmers, not worth his fuss.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Two demon warriors responded.

Dambalin's claws gleamed menacingly, a cruel smile spreading across his face; Simbal's muscles bulged, each step leaving deep footprints in the ground.

They charged toward Sun Wukong and his son like arrows released from a bow, creating a gust of wind that sent sand and stones flying all around.

However, they greatly underestimated their opponent.

Although it seems that Goku and Gohan are just starting from the basics again, under Luther's scientific and rigorous training system, their progress is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

They train every day bearing the weight of 5,000 jin (2,500 kg), which imbues every movement of theirs with explosive power.

"too slow."

Sun Wukong effortlessly dodged to the side, delivering a precise chop to the back of Danbalin's neck. With a cracking sound of bones breaking, the demon warrior collapsed to the ground, never to rise again.

On the other side, Simbal's fate was equally tragic. He confidently charged towards Gohan, believing his previous attack was merely a fluke. However, the high school student's movements were far more agile than he had imagined.

Using the momentum of his weight, Son Gohan delivered a spinning kick that struck Simbal directly in the temple. The demon warrior didn't even have time to scream before he died on the spot.

The whole process took no more than three moves, and was incredibly fast.

Piccolo turned around and saw his subordinate lying on the ground. Instead of grief, his face showed extreme disappointment and anger.

"waste!"

He roared, conjuring a terrifying energy ball in his hand, and blasted it towards his two henchmen who were lying on the ground without hesitation.

After the explosion, the bodies of Danbalin and Simbalu were reduced to ashes.

Why do you treat your companions like this?

Son Gohan asked in shock.

Despite being a high school student, he still couldn't understand this cruel act.

Even though the other party was an enemy, this ruthlessness towards his comrades still sent chills down his spine.

"The demon race has no need for useless people!"

Piccolo's voice was devoid of any emotion: "They are nothing but clumsy creations from my weakened period."

In fact, Dambalin and Simbal were warriors he created when he was at his weakest, and they are now far from keeping up with his power.

He plans to eliminate the two farmers and then create a new generation of more powerful demons.

However, Piccolo Daimaō's inner world was far from as calm as it appeared.

He began to reassess the two "farmers" in front of him.

The fact that they were able to easily defeat Danbalin and Simbalu shows that their fighting strength far exceeded expectations.

What unsettled him even more was that these people seemed to have known about his existence all along.

“Mr. Luther…”

Piccolo murmured the unfamiliar name, a sense of unease rising within him. Had someone foreseen his resurrection? Or was there a far greater conspiracy at play?
Sun Wukong took a step forward, assuming a fighting stance: "I will never let the future that Mr. Luther spoke of come true! I will defeat you right here today!"

Piccolo Daimaō laughed wildly, unleashing a powerful burst of energy that formed a visible vortex: "You? You ignorant farmers!"

But beneath his arrogant exterior, Piccolo had begun to take this fight seriously. He subtly adjusted his breathing, preparing to unleash his true power. These two seemingly ordinary farmers and their mysterious mentor had piqued his interest and heightened his vigilance.

Goku keenly sensed the dangerous aura gathering around Piccolo and immediately shouted, "Gohan, watch out! He's about to get serious!"

The father and son simultaneously removed the weights from their bodies.

The 5,000-pound weight made a dull thud when it hit the ground and sank deep into the soil.

At that moment, they felt so light that they were about to float away, and every cell in their bodies was joyfully breathing in the air.

A hint of surprise finally flashed in Piccolo's eyes, but it quickly turned into an even stronger killing intent: "Interesting... It seems that I won't be too bored today."

(End of this chapter)