Dragon Ball: I became the strongest warrior after practicing half of my skills

Chapter 130

The blue sky is like an endless painting, with a few white clouds floating leisurely. At this time, a figure stepping on golden clouds is passing through the clouds and moving rapidly towards the distant target. It is Xiao Wukong. The somersault cloud under his feet is like a living thing, shuttling through the sky with his mind, leaving a series of brilliant lights. At this time, he is looking for the first generation of Piccolo.

As he gets closer and closer to the target, Xiao Wukong's perception becomes more and more acute. He can feel a strong and evil breath gathering somewhere in front of him. That is where the first generation of Piccolo is. The somersault cloud seems to have sensed the determination of its owner, and the speed increases again, like a golden lightning that cuts through the sky.

On the other side, in a remote and luxurious palace on Earth, the first generation Piccolo was leisurely strolling in the magnificent corridor. He was wearing a dark purple martial arts costume, surrounded by several loyal subordinates. They lowered their eyebrows and followed Piccolo's steps carefully, not daring to breathe.

"Humph, a mere human kingdom is worthy of such luxury?" The voice of the first generation Piccolo echoed in the empty palace, with an unquestionable majesty. His eyes swept across the decorations around him, full of contempt and disdain. In his opinion, these gorgeous decorations were just passing clouds and could not be compared with his powerful strength.

The king of the Dragon Ball world, an animal-shaped earthling with a Schnauzer-like head, rushed to the palace quickly after learning about the invasion of Piccolo. He stood on the high platform, facing the legendary demon. Although his heart was full of fear, he maintained the dignity and firmness of a king on the surface: "You, you demon, dare to step into the holy land of my kingdom! I will never let you succeed!" The king's voice was a little trembling, but full of determination.

However, the first generation of Piccolo just smiled coldly, and that smile was full of ridicule and disdain for the weak: "Oh? Your Majesty, your courage is admirable, but in the face of this absolute power, everything is in vain!" His words were as piercing as ice, making people shudder.

The king knew that words alone could not stop Piccolo's footsteps, so he urgently summoned the guards. These soldiers were the most elite forces in the kingdom. They were equipped with the most advanced weapons and well-trained. They were the last line of defense to protect the kingdom. However, when they faced Piccolo, all the training and equipment seemed so powerless.

"Fire!" The king gave an order, and countless bullets and lasers rained down on Piccolo. However, these attacks seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier around Piccolo, and could not touch him at all. Piccolo just raised his hand lightly, and a dazzling energy wave swept through in an instant. Those brave soldiers fell down like fallen leaves blown up by the wind, and the palace was suddenly filled with desperate wails and screams.

"Did you see it? This is what you call courage and strength, but in my eyes, it's just a joke!" The voice of the first generation Piccolo was low and powerful, and every word was like a sharp blade, cutting the mental defense line of everyone present. The first generation Piccolo slowly moved forward, and every step he took showed unquestionable authority. His shadow stretched on the ground, like a giant python in the dark, about to devour all the light.

The king stood on the high platform, the golden crown lost its former glory in the weak light, his eyes were fixed on the first generation Piccolo below, his heart was full of powerlessness and despair, his hands were clenched into fists, his fingertips turned white due to excessive tension, and his knuckles made a "crackling" sound, which was the witness of his inner struggle and unwillingness.

"I... I just hope that you can let my people go, they are innocent!" The king's voice was hoarse and trembling, every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, with deep helplessness and pleading. He closed his eyes, unable to bear to look at the terrifying existence below that was about to decide their fate.

The first generation sneered, and the laughter was full of disdain and ridicule, as if the king's request was just unnecessary noise to him: "Innocent? In this world of the jungle, weakness is the greatest original sin!" His voice echoed in the empty hall, and every word was like a cold raindrop, hitting everyone's heart.

"But I can give you a chance!" The first generation Piccolo changed the subject, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips: "As long as you cooperate obediently and declare your submission to the world, maybe I will consider reducing some unnecessary killings!" His words were full of threats and temptations, as if he was giving the king an impossible choice to refuse.

The king's body trembled slightly. He knew that he was standing at the crossroads of fate.One step will determine the fate of the entire country and the people. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his heart. He knew that at this moment, he was not only a king, but also a leader who had to make sacrifices for the future of the country and the people.

Finally, the king slowly walked towards the global live broadcast equipment. Every step was extremely heavy. His heart was full of bitterness and unwillingness, but he knew more clearly that for the safety of the country and the people, he had to make this difficult decision. He stood in front of the equipment, took a deep breath, and prepared to declare his surrender to the world.

Just when the king was about to press the live broadcast button, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the palace. A man in a white training suit rushed into the hall. His eyes were burning with anger, and he was obviously full of anger at the evil deeds of the Great Demon King Piccolo.

"Great Demon King Piccolo! I am Lin Feng, a martial artist. I am here to take your life and avenge those innocent people who died because of you!" Lin Feng roared, and his figure flashed, and he rushed towards the Great Demon King Piccolo.

However, courage cannot make up for the gap in strength. Piccolo waved his hand lightly, and a powerful magic power knocked Lin Feng away. His body fell heavily to the ground, and the fire of life seemed to be extinguished at any time.

"Hmph, overestimating your own ability!" Piccolo smiled contemptuously, as if all this was within his expectations.

Then Piccolo released a ray of light from his eyes and attacked. This scene hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, and despair surged like a tide, almost drowning people.

At this moment of despair, the sky suddenly cracked open, and the golden light streaked through the night sky like a meteor, shooting straight into the palace. Everyone looked up and saw a young man stepping on the somersault cloud, with a firm light in his eyes. It was Xiao Wukong who had just arrived!

"Stop, Piccolo!" Xiao Wukong's voice resounded throughout the hall. He flashed and blocked Lin Feng in front of him, blocking the fatal blow that Piccolo was about to fall.