Chapter 355 Piccolo is Piccolo, Piccolo is Piccolo
The top eight competition of the 23rd World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament has come to an end. The battle of the top four will begin tomorrow. The audience and players are leaving one after another. the venue.
Soon, night fell, and the martial arts conference venue became quiet.
Only one person is left - Magic Piccolo.
He sat cross-legged on the top of the building behind the ring, folding his hands and closing his eyes to meditate.
He has no home and no need for shelter. As a Namekian, he doesn't need food. Sitting on the top of the house is considered rest.
Loneliness
He has long been accustomed to such an environment.
“Who is it?”
Yamucha did not hide himself, and Magic Piccolo discovered him as expected.
"Isn't it boring to be here alone?" Yamcha said.
Magic Piccolo stared at him with vigilance: "What are you doing here?"
"Let him go, it doesn't make much sense if you keep him locked up. I think after this experience He won’t mess with you again.”
Of course Demon Piccolo knew who Yamcha was referring to, and said with a sneer on his face: "Will you let your nemesis go?"
Theoretically, it was Demon Piccolo who provoked the gods first. , if he let it go like this, anyone would be angry.
So even with Yamcha's perspective, he was not angry at Demon Piccolo's attitude.
Just shook his head and said: "You are not his mortal enemy. The mortal enemy of the God is the Great Demon King Piccolo."
"Do you know the God?"
"But What do you know? I am The reincarnation of the Great Demon King Piccolo, yes, I am the Great Demon King who almost destroyed the world. If you are afraid, just run away."
To this, Yamcha just said: "No, you are just him. ”
Magic Piccolo was furious: "You can't wait to be killed by me?"
One sentence made him directly break through the defense.
I saw that he looked ferocious, with sharp canine teeth protruding, but in the end he did not attack Yamcha, but said: "Huh, I won't kill you now, tomorrow. I will do it in front of everyone tomorrow. I will kill you in the most cruel way in front of him.”
It just looks like he is saying cruel words. As for whether he can do it or not, that is another matter.
After saying that, Demon Piccolo stopped talking to Yamcha, his body took off, and flew into the sky with a whoosh.
Watching Demon Piccolo leave, Yamcha touched his smooth chin: "Does what I did just now count as persuading the villain, and was ultimately used as a sacrifice to the villain's tool?"
" It's too unsafe, I have to give him a good beating tomorrow."
It is said that Demon Piccolo has inherited everything from the Great Demon King Piccolo, and is said to be the reincarnation of the Great Demon King Piccolo. In fact, the two are not the same. Same person.
If it were the Great Demon King Piccolo, the first thing he thought of when he gained great power was destruction and conquest. Even though he suffered a big loss in Tokiwa City and now has gained strength that far exceeds that of his cultivator, He can either choose to avenge his shame or choose to attack other cities first and wait and see. In short, it will definitely cause panic in mankind.
Piccolo chose to participate in the martial arts competition. On the surface, he wanted to witness the strong human beings and eliminate unrest. In fact, his true inner thoughts were not necessarily the same. Witnessing the strong human beings and conquering the world were both. There is no conflict.
Just like the gods are worried that their children will be infected with evil thoughts through their experience in the lower world, won't the children of the Great Demon King Piccolo be infected with kindness?
In the past three years, he has met not only evil people, but also many good people who have helped him.
The black on Piccolo's body is the darkness given to him by the God himself when he was separated. Any color will become black when black is added to it. As for the black on Demon Piccolo's body, most of it is plated and is Piccolo's body. The devil imposed it on him when he gave birth to him. All he had to do was lift off the black coating and dye it with other colors.
Early in the morning on the second day, the Four Strong Tournament began in full swing, and the martial arts conference venue was filled with spectators. Everyone came to watch the most exciting competition.
On one side is Tianjin Fan who closes his eyes to rest and is very confident in his own strength. On the other side is Sun Wukong who was previously poisoned and recovered overnight. "I didn't expect that it would be you and me fighting again, but it's a pity that this time it's the top four." Tianjin Fan looked at Goku standing opposite him and said with the standard Kakusenryu starting move.
Wukong also smiled and put on the Kame Sen-ryu starting move: "Hey, I will definitely surprise you this time."
"The game begins!"
< br>With the referee's announcement, the two men disappeared from the spot. From the perspective of ordinary people, they could only see the floor tiles on the ring breaking into pieces, and the constant ringing of fist-to-flesh fights and sonic booms in their ears. Voice.
With the current strength of the two, people who do not have a certain level of strength and have insufficient eyesight cannot observe their fight. Ordinary people want to observe at least slow down.
Even Krillin and Obito could barely keep up with the two of them, but Kame Sennin was still the old god.
"So... what exactly happened."
Audiences, you look at me and I look at you, with confusion on their faces.
It is said that no matter how good the play is without sound, it is even more troublesome to have no picture than no sound.
Experts can only watch the door, but laymen can only watch the excitement. Now they can't even see the excitement, which makes them very unhappy.
At this time, you need to rely on the power of technology.
"Just use this!"
Miss Bulma, the genius inventor, took out a huge monitor, pointed a camera at the ring, and then pressed the switch.
Soon the screen showed a picture of the fight between Tianjin Fan and Wukong.
Bulma introduced her favorite work like Doraemon.
"Use this to slow down things happening in the ring ten times."
Hearing this, everyone around him immediately gathered around.
“Is this really slowed down ten times?”
Even if it is slowed down ten times, the fight between the two is still overwhelming for the audience.
Bulma patted her chest, which was still a bust, and said generously: "Next time, I will make a machine that slows down twenty times, no, a hundred times."
Magic Piccolo is still standing in his favorite position. He can always see things more clearly than others from a high place.
After seeing the machine that Bulma took out, he said disdainfully: "Only weak humans can use the power of tools, and they are nothing compared to us demons."
I just don’t know if Magic Piccolo, who is so confident at this time, can still say what he said today when he sees Android and Cell in the future.
"Wukong, you have made great progress in the past three years."
Tianjin Fan sighed that Wukong was so powerful.
"Hehehehe, you're not bad either, Tianjin Fan. I thought I was strong enough, but I didn't expect you to be so strong."
Similarly, Wukong thought the same way. After all, what he had experienced in the past three years There are quite a few.
He practiced in the Temple of Heaven, came to the junction of yin and yang, and fought against a group of masters named Asura who claimed to be demons.
“You can almost show your real skills.”
The two looked at each other and smiled, and the aura on their bodies increased again.
(End of this chapter)