Chapter 358 I don’t have such a brother
“The last match of the Four Strong Tournament.”
“The second-generation demon player VS Yamcha player, the winner among them will be The finals with the Tianjin rice contestants"
"Yamucha contestants are the 20th Martial Arts Competition. The champion of the tournament is an outstanding disciple of the Kakusen-ryu. According to rumors, he is also the senior disciple of Tianjin Fan.” It is said that during the qualifiers, he defeated all his opponents with just one finger”
The host held a microphone and babbled about the two people's deeds, in order to continue to arouse the emotions of the audience.
In fact he succeeded.
Both Yamcha and Magic Piccolo came on stage and won warm cheers from the audience.
"So who can enter the finals of this martial arts conference? We will wait and see."
"I announce that the competition! Begin!"
Neither Yamcha nor Demon Piccolo took the initiative to attack. Yamcha looked at each other quietly, while Demon Piccolo was wary and did not dare to act rashly.
"Aren't you going to attack? Or are you waiting for me to go over?"
After all, Magic Piccolo couldn't hold himself back and took the initiative to speak: "I am completely different from the young master over there. It’s different. Don’t try to deal with me the same way you dealt with him. If you underestimate me, you will die miserably.”
The same method used to deal with God Piccolo will still work. That position is for all of Namek. In a person's horoscope, having strong hearing is both an advantage and a disadvantage.
"Really?" Yamcha's first sentence stopped Demon Piccolo from asking: "So how many people have you killed so far?"
The question of how many people Piccolo killed in total is worth thinking about.
If it was the Great Demon King Piccolo, there must be countless of them. In the Great Demon King chapter, just by entering the palace of the Dog King, he killed not only 800 but also a thousand soldiers along the way. Magic Piccolo’s words
“.More than you can imagine! ! ”
Magic Piccolo said loudly as if he was angered by Yamcha: “I kill many people every day, and I will sleep if I don’t kill them. I am the incarnation of the Great Demon King.”
But there are some things that don’t mean your loud voice is right.
After hearing what Magic Piccolo said, God Piccolo's first reaction was anger. The education he received since childhood told him that life is the most worthy of respect, and the act of randomly depriving others of their lives is the worst.
‘I don’t have such a brother! '
"Really? But why do I feel that the life on your hands is - zero?"
During the registration stage of the martial arts competition, the balloon in the hand of a little girl flew away. , just when he was about to cry, it was Magic Piccolo who caught the flying balloon and returned it to the little girl.
Although this is just an inconspicuous move, it also shows that Magic Piccolo is not a purely evil existence.
"In my ability, there is something called corpse gas, which is a special gas that can only be emitted by dead people. They will wrap around the person who killed them. They are extremely weak and inconspicuous."
"I can see them. I can tell the difference in a person by You can use the corpse qi to determine how many lives are on that person's hands."
"And the corpse qi on your body is cleaner than that of anyone below."
The corpse qi on your body is indeed true. It is something that only exists on the dead, especially in the underworld, where it is filled with corpse energy almost anywhere and anytime.
Yamucha can see the accumulated corpse energy in a person and is not lying.
If a person is surrounded by corpse energy, how many lives will he be injured?
Of course not.
It's possible that he went around the cemetery.
The idea of using corpse energy to determine how many people have been killed is Yamcha's casual talk.
But as long as someone believes it.
Demon Piccolo's face changed slightly, and he snorted coldly: "As the son of the Great Demon King, not everyone is worthy of my killing." Then he felt that this was not domineering enough and added another sentence.
"There are so many people here, but you, the one named Sun Wukong, and the three-eyed man are the only ones worthy of being killed by me."
Although it is full of killing intent , but in disguise he admitted what Yamcha said, that his hands were not contaminated with the lives of half an innocent person.
God Piccolo was stunned when he heard this, looked at Demon Piccolo in a daze, and added another sentence in his heart.
'This is really my brother. '
"Stop nagging, since you don't take action, then I'm here."
Magic Piccolo was afraid that Yamcha would see something again, so he took the lead and took action. His arms quickly grew longer in an incredible way and he grabbed Yamcha.
Such an attack method reminded Yamcha of a game he once played - Street Fighter.
There is a character named Dalsim, who is set as an Indian monk. Because his hands and feet can be extended during PK, Yamcha likes to use it.
The shooting distance is longer than others, which naturally has certain advantages. If used well, it can even defeat the opponent to death.
But then the game world.
In the Dragon Ball world, having long arms and legs may not be easy to use.
Yamucha just turned his body slightly to the side and easily avoided Magic Piccolo's attack.
Magic Piccolo obviously didn't want to let it go like this. He controlled his arm and turned around to grab Yamcha again. This time his target was changed to Yamcha's back.
As if there were eyes on Yamcha's back, he once again avoided Magic Piccolo's attack in the same way.
After seeing the devil, Piccolo still refused to give up. Yamcha seemed to be talking to Piccolo, but also to himself.
“The arm is too long but the structure remains unchanged. The result is that it will break as long as you find the key node and press it lightly.”
When Magic Piccolo’s arm turned back to grab for the third time When it came to Yamcha, this time he did not choose to simply avoid, but stretched out a finger and quickly pointed towards one of the positions on Piccolo's arm.
“Just like this.”
Just a little.
Hearing a crisp 'click', Magic Piccolo's ever-extending arm broke off.
Purple blood spurted out.
"If I were you, I wouldn't use this trick to test."
Yamucha said lightly.
On the other side, Piccolo covered his broken arm and looked at Yamcha with a gloomy face, looking like he had suffered a great loss: "Damn it."
The host's voice was also just right at this time. rang out: "It's really amazing. Just a few minutes after the start, one of the second-generation Magic player's arms was broken. This must be a heavy blow to him. It seems that the balance of victory is tilted towards Ya Player Mu Cha tilted. "
"Stop pretending, are you trying to make me careless and take advantage of this? It's useless."
"This injury is not good for you. Words are nothing, you can survive with a broken limb by expending some physical strength. "As long as the core of your brain is not damaged, even one head can be restored as before."
After dealing with the Namekians for so long, how could he not know the racial talent of the Namekians?
(End of this chapter)