Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 619 Piccolo the Great Demon King? (A humorous aside)
The pebbles on the beach trembled in the aftershocks of the energy, and as the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, a familiar figure was revealed!

"General Yu Yu?!" Tien Shinhan's voice sounded like someone was choking him, his face full of confusion as he stared at the man in front of him who had once been considered his formidable rival at the martial arts tournament!

At this moment, the aura surrounding Fang Yu distorted the air itself!
The cameras broadcasting the global live stream shook violently, and the reporter's hysterical voice echoed across the world: "Unbelievable! The legendary martial artist Fang Yu, who was supposedly dead, has suddenly appeared! But he's facing Piccolo, the Great Demon King who just slew the dragon!"

Young Bick grinned as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the humiliation of being blasted away transforming into boiling killing intent.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and the dark green energy ball expanded at a visible speed, the electric arcs on its surface turning the beach a ghastly green.

But Fang Yu didn't seem to notice Piccolo's actions and was still making a peace sign at the camera.

"Watch out!" Bulma's scream was drowned out by the roar of energy.

Piccolo's Death Ray was like lightning tearing through the sky, instantly vaporizing the sand and gravel in its path, and snapping a distant coconut tree in half with its scorching heat!

boom--! ! !
A blinding white light engulfed the entire coastline, and a mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

The shockwave overturned the camera, and the global live broadcast was immediately filled with static!

When the second camera focused on the battlefield again, the area within a hundred meters had been reduced to scorched earth like lava.
Where can I find Turtle Hermit's House?
Where is the savior?
All that remained was a pile of wreckage.

"Is it over?" Yamcha gripped the broken half of the railing, his nails digging deep into the metal.

In the smoke and dust, one could vaguely see that where Fang Yu had originally stood was now just a deep pit emitting blue smoke, and the ruins of the Turtle Immortal House were crackling in the flames.

Piccolo Daimaō slowly descended to the edge of the crater, stepping onto the sand and letting out a piercing, cold laugh: "This is the savior you've been waiting for?"

He kicked away the stone at his feet, "There wasn't even a complete corpse left."

The television station interrupted its broadcast with an emergency news report, the anchor's voice trembling: "Fang Yu was hit head-on by Piccolo's attack. He showed no signs of life before the signal was cut off."

Major cities descended into chaos, people fled in panic, armies collapsed, and despair spread like a plague.

Some people knelt down to pray, while more began looting supplies, and the world order was on the verge of collapse.

Piccolo's voice echoed across the world via television: "Humans, kneel down and lick my toes! Otherwise, the next city to be destroyed will be—your graveyard!"

Tien Shinhan slammed his fist into the ground, cracking it: "Even he couldn't withstand a single move. We're completely finished."

Bulma slumped in the seawater, mechanically clutching the fragments of the Dragon Ball radar: "The Dragon Balls are destroyed. Master Roshi is dead. Now even our last hope is gone."

Lanqi clutched the machine gun, trembling, tears streaming down her face: "Are we... really beyond saving?"

Pilaf cowered behind the rocks, trembling: "I'm doomed! I should never have listened to your bullshit! What am I going to do now!"

"Hahaha! Humans, this is your end!"

Piccolo floated above the ruins, his arms outstretched as if embracing the impending destruction of the entire world.

"From this day forward, Earth will grovel at the feet of the demons!"

"Those who resist, die!"

"Those who submit will live on!"

"Now, who dares to challenge me?!"

"Hehehehe, hahahahaha!"

Having said that, he flew into the sky, declaring, "It's time to destroy the next country."

"Piccolo the Demon King." A strange, eerie voice suddenly came from the depths of the smoke and dust, startling everyone who turned around sharply. "Who said you could leave?"

The sea suddenly exploded! Beneath the waves, Fang Yu walked slowly out of the void, his martial arts uniform spotless!
"Impossible!" Piccolo roared for the first time, veins bulging on his forehead.

How could anyone possibly escape?! Just as Bick was pondering this, Fang Yu suddenly vanished from the spot!
Piccolo felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. In the instant he turned around hastily, a fist enveloped in golden flames slammed heavily into his crossed arms as he tried to block.

Click!

The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed across the beach!

Bick flew backward like a cannonball, crashing through three buildings before finally coming to a stop!

Piccolo looked at the deformed arm with trembling eyes and realized that he could not keep up with the opponent's speed at all, let alone his strength!
Fang Yu's figure transformed into a golden streak on the battlefield, moving so fast that even cameras could only capture a blurry afterimage.

The air was filled with muffled thuds, the sounds of fists colliding with flesh, but the trajectories of the movements were completely obscured.

"What happened?!" the reporter stammered into the camera. "The camera can't keep up with his speed at all! All we can see is Piccolo's body twisting and deforming!"

The people on the beach held their breath. Tien Shinhan's three eyes were wide open, trying to catch Fang Yu's movements, but he could only see golden flames flashing around Piccolo.

Each flash was accompanied by Piccolo Daimaō's painful groan.

"Is he really hitting Piccolo?" Bulma gripped her clothes tightly, her voice trembling. "Why didn't Piccolo even have a chance to fight back?"

Yamcha swallowed hard, cold sweat beading on his forehead: "This speed is too fast, it's practically teleportation!"

Piccolo's green body was constantly struck by an invisible force in the air, swaying left and right like a rag doll being torn apart by a gale.

His expression gradually changed from ferocity to terror, green blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, yet he couldn't even touch Fang Yu's clothes.

"Damn it! This is impossible!" Piccolo roared, trying to retaliate, but his fist was interrupted by an even stronger force as soon as he threw it.

His arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, and the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.

"Bang—!" Another heavy blow struck, and Bick's abdomen caved in. He spat out a mouthful of green blood and his body crashed into the distant mountain wall like a cannonball, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The battlefield suddenly fell silent.

Everyone stared nervously in the direction of the billowing smoke, their hearts pounding in their chests.

The camera finally managed to get a decent shot of that area, but the image was still blurry.

"Is it over yet?" Dumpling asked softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Tien Shinhan's third eye narrowed slightly, and he whispered, "It's not over yet."

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, Piccolo Daimaō's figure gradually became clear.

He knelt on the ground, covered in wounds, with green blood dripping from his forehead, mouth, and chest, staining the sand beneath him green.

His arms hung limply at his sides, clearly broken, and he was breathing heavily and laboredly.

"Bipico got beaten up like this?!" Tien Shinhan exclaimed in disbelief, his eyes wide.

Bulma covered her mouth, her eyes reddening: "Fang Yu... he really did it!"

The reporter in the distance was so excited he was almost incoherent: "Ladies and gentlemen! Piccolo is covered in blood! Fang Yu was too fast, we couldn't even capture his movements, but now it seems—he completely overwhelmed Piccolo!"

Piccolo Daimaō struggled to raise his head, and a hint of fear finally surfaced in his eyes.

He trembled as he tried to stand up, only to find that he couldn't even move a single finger.

Fang Yu's figure slowly descended from the sky, landing lightly on the beach, his domineering aura gradually subsiding.

He flicked his wrist, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Warm-up complete, now it's time to send you on your way."

(End of this chapter)