Konoha: There is a Kakarot inside me

Piccolo turned around and looked at the Devilman expressionlessly, without answering, which made the Devilman feel more stressed. It was as if an invisible force was spreading towards him, first his legs and then his chest, climbing up little by little, as if an invisible big hand was pinching his fragile neck, making him feel like he was about to suffocate.

It was not until the Devilman was about to be overwhelmed that Piccolo spoke up: "He has only recently become a complete demon."

"Before that he was just a half-demon."

"People who are not from the demon clan are not qualified to learn demon clan techniques."

"No matter how strong he is."

"Understand?"

As Piccolo spoke, the invisible pressure finally dissipated, and the devil man felt as if he had been pardoned.

"I understand, I understand. It was my subordinate who overstepped the limit." The devil man gasped for breath and spoke tremblingly, not daring to ask any more questions.

Even though Devilman possesses the devil's ray that is said to be able to kill his opponent as long as he has a little evil thought in his heart, he still has no power to fight back when facing Piccolo.

Piccolo is now truly the most powerful demon king on earth.

"Sun Fist!"

At this time, the situation on the field changed again. A strong and dazzling light was released from Klin's shiny forehead, which made people's eyes go dark and they closed their eyes involuntarily.

In terms of the effect of the Sun Fist, Krillin and Tien Shinhan are the strongest when using it.

Along with the sound of Kamehameha, there was a dull sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

When everyone regained their vision, they saw that Lei Wu had not only fallen out of the field, but half of his body had also fallen into the mud.

"The winner is contestant Klin!"

With the host's loud shout, the competition came to an end.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 267 The Only Man Who Dares to Fuck Dragon Ball

Contrary to most people's expectations, Krillin actually won the victory with clever tactics.

"We finally won."

After hearing the host's announcement, Krillin simply sat down on the ground. The battle with Lei Wu consumed a lot of his physical strength and energy, and it can be said that he was basically exhausted.

Strong strength is only auxiliary; brains, strategy and moves are the key to victory.

Nothing in the world is absolute, and combat effectiveness is merely a value for reference. It is not impossible for the weak to defeat the strong.

Of course, those aliens outside the earth who only have muscles but not brains and whose combat power data is king are not included in this list.

"Get lost, I didn't lose." Lei Wu pulled himself out of the mud: "I was just careless, it doesn't count this time."

Having said that, he was about to go back onto the stage despite the host's attempts to stop him.

"Failure is failure. You look so miserable, Lei Wu."

The cold sound of the piccolo rang out, causing Lei Wu's whole body to freeze.

"King" Lei Wu turned around with difficulty.

"Get back here."

As the loser, Lei Wu stopped arguing and returned to Piccolo in dejection, lowering his head and saying nothing more.

But his trembling body betrayed his mood at the moment.

Piccolo doesn't like losers.

Even the demons standing on the other side were a little scared.

Devilman, as Piccolo's right-hand man, knows very well how terrifying Piccolo is.

This is the real devil, the great terror walking among the earth.

"Learn from this lesson." Who would have thought that Piccolo would not punish Lei Wu, a rare move: "I don't want to see a next time."

"you understand?"

As a demon king, he cannot just torture people all the time. He should occasionally tolerate mistakes made by his trusted subordinates.

The main reason was that Piccolo remembered a story about the great demon king Muten that Naruto had once mentioned. This demon king named Muten often made allowances for the frequent mistakes made by his subordinates.

But Piccolo also has principles. He is not the demon king called Wu Tian, ​​and the number of times he can tolerate is limited to once.

If Lei Wu comes again, then...

"I understand, I understand." Lei Wu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and stood obediently on the other side of Piccolo, which was in sharp contrast to his arrogant look when facing Krillin.

"Huh" the demon man and the mummy man both breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they were not punished, they were still scared to death.

"It would be nice if Ashura was here, he can always calm down an angry king."

"The next match is between Tien Shinhan and the Mummy Man."

"Please invite the two contestants to come on stage."

Tien Shinhan, wearing a small black vest, stepped onto the stage at the same time as the mummy man who was walking with heavy steps.

"Huh? I seem to have seen that guy somewhere." Wukong looked at the mummy on the stage, lost in deep memories, then frowned and said to Chi-Chi beside him: "You are too close, Chi-Chi."

"Husbands and wives are so close." Chi-Chi hugged Wukong's arm, pressed her whole body against him, with a happy look on her face.

"But your butt is pressing on me."

"It's the mummy from Granny Zhanbo's place." Krillin recognized the other party's identity and explained to everyone: "Yamucha was defeated by him back then."

"It's not Grandma Zhanbo, it's Grandma Felt Castle." Yamcha corrected, but just after he finished speaking, he realized that something seemed wrong: "Huh?"

"It's not the felt fort grandma, it's the bunker grandma." Wu Long and Poole said in unison.

"What are you talking about?" Master Roshi couldn't bear it any longer: "That's my sister, Granny Clay."

However, after saying this, Master Roshi fell silent.

"."

I feel like I know it, but when I say it out loud it becomes a different meaning.

"Did my sister get something strange again?"

The fountain of immortality that Master Roshi drank was given to him by his sister.

Although the Mummy's strength was many times stronger than before, he was no match for Tien Shinhan and was knocked off the stage in just a few moves.

"You are far from the opponent in strength. It is normal that you cannot defeat him. Report to Ashura when you return."

Piccolo had no intention of blaming the mummy at all.

Asking a person whose combat power is four times smaller than that of his opponent to defeat the other is a completely impossible task.

Especially since the Mummy doesn't look like a tactical player like Krillin.

"The next match is Demon II vs. Yamcha."

Yamcha: “Puff”

I almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

Why attack this big devil when there are so many other people to attack?

"Invite two contestants to come on stage."

Yamcha looked miserable, but he did not give up and chose to go on stage.

"I'll go check out the demon king's strength for you."

"Be careful, that guy is very strong." Wukong emphasized this before leaving.

"How can I not be strong? Bulma said my combat power is over 600, and the opponent's combat power is 1500, which is almost three times the difference."

Looking at the green Piccolo and feeling the terrifying aura emanating from him, Yamcha swallowed hard and gave a polite yet awkward smile: "Hello."

"A human martial artist." Piccolo looked at Yamcha coldly. Piccolo, who had all of Piccolo's memories, had naturally seen Yamcha's appearance. "You were one of the people who fought with my father."

Although Yamcha just went there for a cameo appearance, just to make up the numbers.

"Three minutes." Piccolo held up three fingers. "You have three minutes. During this time, you can use all your strength and do everything you can to please me."

"If you can satisfy me, I can consider sparing your life."

"If you can't satisfy me, then..."

"You can go to hell and confess to my father."

"Don't look down on me." Seeing Piccolo's contempt for him, Yamcha's anger overwhelmed his fear: "After all, I am also a member of the Kame-senryu school."

"If you are too careless, you will suffer a great loss like your subordinate."

However, Piccolo just nodded and even said, "You can also use the method of that little bald guy just now."

Yamcha didn't want to use the tactics Krillin used just now, but he didn't know how to use the Sun Fist at all.

"Damn it." Yamcha leaned forward a few inches and concentrated his energy between his claws: "Watch me."

"New* Wolf Fang Wind Fist!"

Yamcha seemed to have transformed into a lone wolf and pounced on Piccolo.

"Oh? It's an attacking move that imitates the way animals hunt." Piccolo stood still and easily avoided Yamcha's fierce attack.

"pity."

"The trick of imitating animals has long been played out among the demons."

“It has no reference value.”

After watching Yamcha perform a full set of Wolf Fang Wind Fist, Piccolo breathed at Yamcha: "Retreat!"

Yamcha only felt a burst of energy rushing towards him, as if a powerful fist hit his abdomen and knocked him away.

"Next move."

Piccolo's voice sounded like an order.

"The gap is too big. Even if I fight with all my might, I won't be his opponent." Yamcha wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, covered his abdomen and stood up from the ground. He had clearly sensed the huge gap between the enemy and us.

Just breathing nearly brought him to his knees.

Yamcha took a deep breath and assumed a fighting stance once again.

"Turtle-sensei fluid technique!"

"A boring move by humans."

Another breath, this time nearly breaking Yamcha's bones.

"Show me some interesting moves."

Yamcha then used all of his skills from the Heikai, but unfortunately they had no effect against Piccolo.

Soon he was sprayed with wounds all over his body.

"Why doesn't Yamcha use Kamehameha?" Krillin looked at Yamcha who was beaten by 'Breath' with concern and asked puzzledly.

"Maybe you don't want Piccolo to know this move. After all, you also know it. If the other party finds out your weakness, it will be very disadvantageous to you."

Naruto saw what Yamcha was up to and explained, "It doesn't matter if we're seen. The Kamehameha is that it can be used in a thousand different ways in the hands of a thousand people. Everyone's energy is different, and the resulting moves are also very different."

"Are there no more interesting moves?" Looking at the bruised and crumbling Yamcha in front of him, Piccolo showed a look of regret.

"Then you have no value anymore."

"Heh" Yamcha smiled bitterly. He originally thought that he could test the opponent's strength, even if it was just some of his wildness, but in the end, the opponent just blew a few breaths and he couldn't do it anymore.

"I wanted to save this move for Wukong."

"It seems that I can only use it in advance."

Yamcha was seen holding his right wrist tightly with his left hand.

"Oh? Concentrate all the energy in your palm?" Piccolo showed a rare hint of curiosity on his face.

Accompanied by a burst of white light, a round qigong bullet suddenly appeared in Yamcha's palm.