Béton crawled out of the dead, endless sea of sand and looked at the lifeless world before him, his face numb.
He raised a hand and watched gray powder slip through his fingers, recalling the sight of being buried beneath that "tsunami" and feeling the utter stillness around him.
An inexplicable sense of dread rose in his heart.
No one in this world could stand against him anymore. This was no longer a problem that numbers could solve!
Unless every military formation joined forces, nothing could possibly affect him!
"Princess Shirley really has sharp eyes..."
Looking at Master Roshi and the others, who had likewise crawled out from beneath the sand, Béton muttered to himself. Then he patted his cheeks, put on a sincere smile, and walked over.
"Master Roshi, about the Sky Dancing Technique..."
"Don't mention money anymore. Mentioning money again would be an insult to our Crane School! Come, come, bring your people over. I'll show you how it's done..."
Pulled back from his shock by Béton's voice, Master Roshi's expression abruptly changed, and an overwhelming warmth radiated from him.
What Demon Race? What King Piccolo? None of that is any of my business. I'd better spend this time teaching my disciples...
Master Roshi's side had evidently been settled. Xu Yue had also spoken with Itachi and the others; once they had accumulated enough qi, they could go learn the Sky Dancing Technique.
Naturally, they had to prepare the fees themselves.
After driving Shirley around the world in a hovercar and leaving traces of their presence everywhere, Xu Yue heard the news of King Piccolo's return through the radio and television broadcasts.
Well, perhaps the sudden loss of contact with his subordinates had made him realize that something was wrong.
That was why he had only appeared