Dragon Ball: I, Yamcha, am the strongest in the universe

Chapter 358 I Don’t Have Such a Brother
"The final game of the semi-finals."

"Magic II vs. Yamcha. The winner will compete against Tien Shinhan in the final."

"Yamcha is the champion of the 20th Martial Arts Tournament. He is a master of the Tsurusen-ryu School. According to gossip, he is also Tien Shinhan's senior."

"The second generation of the demon is a dark horse in this martial arts tournament. He is a martial artist with a mysterious background. It is said that he defeated all his opponents with just one finger in the preliminaries."

The host held the microphone and chattered on and on about the two people's deeds in order to continue to arouse the audience's emotions.

In fact, he succeeded.

Both Yamcha and Piccolo won warm cheers from the audience when they came on stage.

"So who will be able to enter the finals of this martial arts tournament? Let's wait and see."

"I declare, the game begins!"

Neither Yamcha nor Piccolo took the initiative to attack. Yamcha just looked at each other quietly, while Piccolo was full of vigilance and did not dare to act rashly.

"Aren't you going to attack me? Or are you waiting for me to come over?"

In the end, Piccolo couldn't hold his temper anymore and took the initiative to speak: "I am completely different from the young master over there. Don't try to use the same method against him on me. If you underestimate me, you will die miserably."

The method used against God Piccolo is still effective against Devil Piccolo. That position is the star point of all Namekians. Having too strong hearing is both an advantage and a disadvantage.

"Really?" The first thing Yamcha asked Piccolo was: "How many people have you killed so far?"

The question of how many people Piccolo killed in total is worth pondering.

If it was Lord Piccolo, the number would be countless. In the Lord chapter, just entering the palace of the Dog King, he killed at least 1,000 soldiers along the way. As for Piccolo,
".More than you can imagine!!!"

As if angered by Yamcha, Piccolo shouted, "I have to kill many people every day. If I don't kill for a day, I can't sleep well. I am the incarnation of the Great Devil."

But some things don’t mean you are right just because you speak louder.

Hearing what Piccolo Demon said, God Piccolo's first reaction was anger. The education he received since childhood told him that life is the most respectable thing, and arbitrarily depriving others of their lives is the worst behavior.

"I don't have such a brother!"

"Really? But why do I feel like the number of lives on your hands is - zero?"

During the registration stage for the martial arts tournament, a little girl's balloon flew away. Just as she was about to cry, Piccolo caught the balloon and returned it to the little girl.

Although this is just an insignificant action, it also shows that Piccolo is not a purely evil being.

"Among my abilities, there is something called corpse gas. It is a special gas that only dead people emit. It will entangle the person who killed it. It is extremely weak and inconspicuous."

"I can see them. I can tell how many lives a person has taken by looking at the corpse aura on him."

"And the corpse qi on you is cleaner than that of anyone down there."

Corpse Qi is indeed something that only exists on dead people. Especially in the underworld, it is filled with corpse Qi almost everywhere and at all times.

Yamcha was not lying when he could see the accumulated corpse energy on a person.

If a person is surrounded by corpse qi, how many lives will he harm?

of course not.

It's possible that he went to the cemetery for a visit.

Yamcha's idea of ​​using the accumulated corpse qi to determine how many people have been killed was just nonsense.

But as long as someone believes it, that's enough.

Piccolo's face changed slightly, and he snorted coldly and said, "As the son of the great devil, not everyone is worthy of my killing." Then he felt that this was not domineering enough and added another sentence.

"There are so many people here, only you, the one called Sun Wukong and the three-eyed bald guy are worthy of being killed by me."

Although he said it with murderous intent, he implicitly acknowledged what Yamcha said, that no innocent life had been taken on his hands.

God Piccolo was stunned when he heard this, staring at Demon Piccolo in a daze, and added another sentence in his mind.

'This is truly my brother.'

"Don't talk any more. Since you won't do anything, I'll do it."

Piccolo was afraid that Yamcha would notice something else, so he took the first step. His arms quickly grew longer in an incredible way and grabbed towards Yamcha.

This method of attack reminded Yamcha of a game he had played before - Street Fighter.

There is a character named Dhalsim, who is set to be an Indian monk. Because his hands and feet can be stretched out during PK, Yamcha likes to use him.

Having a longer shooting distance than others naturally gives you certain advantages, and if used well, you can even kill your opponent.

But that was the gaming world.

In the world of Dragon Ball, having long arms and legs is not necessarily useful.

Yamcha simply moved his body slightly to the side and easily avoided Piccolo's attack.

But Piccolo obviously didn't want to let this go. He controlled his arm and turned around to grab Yamcha again. This time his target was Yamcha's back.

It was as if Yamcha had eyes on his back and he dodged Piccolo's attack in the same way again.

Seeing that Demon Piccolo still refused to give up, Yamcha seemed to be talking to Piccolo but also to himself.

"The arm is too long but the structure remains unchanged. As a result, it will break if you press the key point lightly."

When Piccolo's arm turned back and grabbed Yamcha for the third time, this time he did not choose to simply avoid it, but stretched out a finger and quickly pointed at one part of Piccolo's arm.

"like this."

Just a little.

There was a crisp sound of 'crack', and Piccolo's continuously extending arm broke.

Purple blood spurted out.

"If I were you, I wouldn't try this."

Yamcha said calmly.

On the other side, Piccolo covered his broken arm and looked at Yamcha with a gloomy face, as if he had suffered a great loss: "Damn it."

The host's voice also sounded at the right time: "It's really amazing. Just a few minutes after the start, the arm of the second generation contestant was broken. This must be a heavy blow to him. It seems that the balance of victory is tilting towards contestant Yamcha."

"Don't pretend. Are you trying to make me careless so you can attack me by surprise? It's useless."

"This injury is nothing to you. You can break a limb and live again by expending some energy."

"As long as the core of your brain is not damaged, even if only one head is left, it can be restored to its original state."

Having dealt with the Namekians for such a long time, how could I not know about the talents of the Namekians?

(End of this chapter)