Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 797 A trash with a combat power of only 5
The sun was so scorching it could roast earthworms in the field until they curled up. Old John, hunched over, was struggling with those clods of earth as hard as his wife's kidney stones.

Sweat streamed down his deeply lined old face, disappearing into the earth with a barely audible sound.

He spat and was about to straighten up and rub his aching back when he caught a glimpse of something incredibly bright in the sky. With a "whoosh," it left a long trail of white smoke and made an ominous sound as it crashed straight into his patch of radish seedlings!

"My God!" Old John slammed his hoe down on his foot with a loud crash, forgetting all about it. His usual awe of nature was instantly overshadowed by his anger at the loss of his seedlings.

"Which damned bastard dares to smash my land?!"

He yelled and turned to rush into his dilapidated thatched hut. When he came out again, he was holding the ancestral double-barreled shotgun, its rifling almost worn down, the barrel gleaming with the cold light of cast iron under the sun.

He stumbled through the steaming radish field, his heart pounding.

Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, a strangely shaped thing, resembling a giant iron cocoon, appeared in the ground, with a person sticking out of the pit.

The man was incredibly tall, wearing tight-fitting armor that looked uncomfortable, and his hair was so long it could drag on the ground, with a topknot tied at the back of his head.

The most creepy thing was that the person had a strange one-eyed thing stuck on their face, facing him directly, with a red light flashing in the lens and emitting an electronic "beep beep beep" sound.

Raditz turned his head and glanced down at old John with his cold eyes beneath his barbed eyebrows.

A glaring number appeared on the detector's lens: 5
A slight smile played on his lips, carrying a disdain unique to extraterrestrials, a contempt that seemed to regard ants as nothing more than sand being rubbed together.

"Tch, trash with a combat power of only 5."

"You son of a bitch! How dare you ruin my radishes! And you even curse at me?!" Old John, with his fiery temper, couldn't stand it. He didn't care what kind of monster it was, and he spit fire from his old gun at the strange man! "Bang!"

The lead bullet, shrouded in gunpowder smoke and carrying half a lifetime of John's rage, slammed into Raditz's stiff combat suit with a crisp "clang," and then it was gone.

The warm lead bullet, like a wronged little wife, slumped down and fell into the clod of dirt at Raditz's feet, leaving not even a white mark.

Old John's eyes nearly popped out of his head, snot bubbles popped out of his nose, his mouth gaped open wide enough to fit two eggs, he made two "hoarse" sounds in his throat, couldn't catch his breath, rolled his eyes back, and fell straight backward, kicking up a cloud of dust. The old gun in his hand clattered to the side and fell completely still.

"Hmph." Raditz snorted coldly, not even glancing at the "weakling" on the ground.

Appeared!
The wisest man in Dragon Ball!
farmer!

Chu Xuan would be dead by now.

The farmer then came up with the idea of ​​playing dead.

The great Saiyan warriors didn't even bother with this weakling.

Raditz raised his head slightly, the red light of the detector lens on his forehead flowing, and the invisible perception spread out like ripples on water.

After a moment, he locked onto a certain direction—the seaside.

"call out--!"

The airflow whistled as it was torn apart, and Raditz's figure transformed into an indistinguishable afterimage, instantly rising from the ground and shooting towards the sea, leaving behind only a smoking crater in the field, an old farmer lying on the ground blowing snot bubbles, and a deflated lead bullet.

On the shimmering beach, the windows of the Turtle Hermit House were wide open, letting the salty sea breeze blow in.

Master Roshi (Ge You) was sprawled on his dilapidated rocking chair, his floral shorts particularly eye-catching.

He wore small sunglasses on his nose, rubbed his hands together, and chuckled to himself as he looked at the old-fashioned CRT television.

On the screen, the scene was reaching a climax, while indescribable sounds blared from the speakers at an alarming volume. "Hehe, this newly debuted Ms. Saotome, tsk tsk, what a figure!"

Master Roshi was engrossed in watching and commenting enthusiastically when suddenly, a huge shadow completely blocked the window!
As the light dimmed, a man dressed in strange armor, with long, spiky hair and a single eye device stuck in his face, floated outside the window like a ghost, coldly staring at him.

Master Roshi jumped in fright, nearly falling off his rocking chair. His sunglasses were askew, and he frantically tried to cover the TV screen, his face flushed with embarrassment: "Who...who are you?! Don't you have any manners! You have to knock before entering a room—no, before entering a window!"

Raditz ignored the old turtle's embarrassment, his cold gaze piercing through the detector's lens, his tone flat and emotionless, like a machine reading from a script: "Where is Kakarot?"

"Kakarot what?!" Master Roshi was completely bewildered, his mind still reeling from the previous "plot." He instinctively pointed at the screen, "I don't know anything about Kakarot. I only know this Saotome, with fair skin, a beautiful face, and long legs, and that... Hey hey hey! What are you doing?!"

Raditz had clearly lost patience with the old man whose head was full of lewd nonsense.

Without even frowning, he gurgled in his throat and spat out a thick phlegm with visible force.

That spit was like a cannonball, fast and accurate!
"boom--!!!"

With a loud bang! Master Roshi's precious television set instantly exploded into a blinding flash of fire and scattered fragments!

The shockwave rattled all the bottles and jars in the room, smeared Master Roshi's face with soot, and even singed the edges of his white beard.

"Whoa!"

Master Roshi let out a groan and scrambled to the corner, his heart pounding. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared at the still-smoking pile of scrap metal. "A spit?! This destructive power is monstrous! Absolutely monstrous!"

Although the old man was lecherous and unreliable, he still had a good eye and instantly realized that the person in front of him was definitely not someone to mess with.

Raditz floated into the room, standing like an iron tower in front of Master Roshi. The detector locked onto the old man again, and a number appeared on the lens: 139.
Although Master Roshi can have a very "high" performance when he uses his powers, his combat strength is only around 300. Compared to Raditz, who has a combat strength of 1500, he is still just a toy.

"You're no ordinary human." His deep voice carried an undeniable air of authority. "However, you're still trash. Tell me! Who is the strongest person on your planet? Where is he?"

Master Roshi broke out in a cold sweat.

His mind was racing; his life was at stake!

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the framed photo on the wall of Fang Yu holding up the champion's check and grinning smugly. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he pointed sharply: "Him! It's him! Fang Yu! The champion of several consecutive World Martial Arts Tournaments! The undisputed strongest on Earth!"

Raditz's gaze followed Master Roshi's finger and landed on the photograph.

The black-haired young man in the photo has his tail curled around his ankle and is smiling incredibly brightly.

He stretched out his arm, which was covered by an arm guard, and with a "ripping" sound, roughly tore the photo off along with the glass frame. He held it in his hand and glanced at it.

"strangeness?"

Raditz looked at Fang Yu's tail and muttered something, clearly not understanding.

Are there any other Saiyans on this planet besides Kakarotta?

Raditz couldn't understand it. He crouched down slightly, his feet exploding with energy. He was like a cannonball, crashing through the roof with a "boom," turning into a streak of light and disappearing into the sky in an instant, leaving only a large hole in the roof and a flurry of falling dust.

Master Roshi collapsed to the ground, looking at the hole in the roof and the mess all over the house. He let out a long, lingering sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, the beads of sweat dripping onto his shell.

"Goodness gracious. That jinx is finally gone, kid. Good luck to you."

(End of this chapter)