King Piccolo Full of Anticipation

"This is probably a serious problem. We need to contact the contestants immediately, but many of them didn't leave any contact information..."

The Blonde Announcer was in a panic. The participants in the World Martial Arts Tournament came from all over the world, and most of them were wandering martial artists who were like ascetics. It was not an easy task to contact them.

"By the way, we can contact Master Roshi. He's very knowledgeable and must know something!"

The Blonde Announcer remembered Master Roshi, known as the "God of Martial Arts," and quickly contacted the organizers. From Master Roshi, he learned that the "demon" symbol was actually the mark of King Piccolo, who had wreaked havoc in the world of cholera three hundred years ago, and his heart skipped a beat.

Has King Piccolo reappeared?

The Blonde Announcer was filled with anxiety upon hearing the news.

Master Roshi was equally anxious.

However, none of this was within their control, and soon the first batch of victims appeared; they were all participants in this conference.

On the other side of the world.

Above a dense primeval forest, a large, semi-open spaceship floated in mid-air. Inside the spaceship, King Piccolo held an orange-red glass bead, looking it up and down.

"If I collect seven of these beads, this Demon King can have my wish granted?"

"Yes, the Dragon Balls can grant any wish. We've already collected six, and we only need one more." On the spaceship deck, Pilaf Gang trembled, rubbing their hands together in a fawning manner.

"Tambourine, collect the last Dragon Ball as soon as possible." King Piccolo's voice was old, and he didn't look very well.

A green-skinned Demon Clan with a pair of wings nodded. "Great Demon King, rest assured, I will find the last Dragon Ball for you."

"Using the Dragon Radar I invented, finding the Dragon Ball is actually quite easy, but the Great Demon King should be careful of a guy named Goku. He's incredibly powerful. It was because of him that my plan failed." Pilaf gritted his teeth with hatred when he spoke of Goku.

He could have become the King of the World many years ago, but because of Goku, his plans failed several times. Only then did he think of finding King Piccolo. Now, thinking about it, he really regrets it.

King Piccolo would never hand over the Dragon Ball to him.

Tambourine scoffed, "How could a mere human martial artist be a match for the Demon Clan?"

"Goku is indeed very powerful," Pilaf argued.

"Alright." King Piccolo waved his hand. "Human martial artists should not be underestimated. Tambourine, you must go all out, but I think there shouldn't be any masters that strong in this era."

"Rest assured, Great Demon King." Tambourine bowed slightly, then picked up the Dragon Radar and flew towards the last Dragon Ball.

After Tambourine left, King Piccolo paused for a moment, "Is that Goku really that strong?"

"Yes, I specifically investigated his background. He is a disciple of Master Roshi of martial arts. He won the runner-up title in the World Martial Arts Tournament at a young age, and he should have participated in the latest tournament as well... The Great Demon King is not to be underestimated. He even destroyed the Red Ribbon Army, which ruled a region. If the Great Demon King wants to rule the world, this person must be eliminated."

"Goku... I understand."

King Piccolo has always been wary of martial artists. More than three hundred years ago, he underestimated them, which is why he was sealed away for over three hundred years.

"Who is this martial arts Master Roshi you just mentioned?"

King Piccolo's eyes narrowed. "Could it be Kami?"

Pilaf lay on the ground, barely daring to breathe. "The true name of the God of Martial Arts is Roshi, also known as Master Roshi. Because he has lived for over three hundred years, he also has the title of Immortal."

"Having lived for over three hundred years..."

King Piccolo's expression turned serious, his fingers tapping incessantly on the armrest. "So this person is very likely a remnant from the previous era, over three hundred years ago, and also surnamed Wu. Could he be related to that person?"

King Piccolo suddenly realized something, his expression changed drastically, and a chilling aura emanated from him as he coldly said, "Have you ever heard of the name Master Mutaito...?"

"Master Mutaito?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of it."

Pilaf, Mai, Shu shook their heads repeatedly.

King Piccolo was slightly relieved after hearing this, but the conversation also reminded him of the threat posed by martial artists. If anyone in the world still knew the "Evil Containment Wave" technique, he would still be in some danger. With this in mind, King Piccolo made up his mind and spat out another egg from his mouth, from which another warrior Cymbal, hatched.

A chubby, green, dinosaur-like creature.

"Cymbal, you take over Tambourine's job and kill all the martial artists in this world. I want the whole world to know that I, King Piccolo, have returned." King Piccolo was panting, looking somewhat exhausted.

"Yes, sir!"

Cymbal responded with a gurgling sound from his throat, which sounded particularly eerie.

"Ah, it's appeared again, how terrifying." Seeing that King Piccolo had split into another Demon Clan, Pilaf, Mai, and the others huddled together, trembling with fear.

"Shut up if you don't want to die."

King Piccolo glanced at him coldly and snorted. Pilaf and the other two were immediately too frightened to make a sound, and began to regret releasing King Piccolo from the deep sea.

"Once I regain my youth, I will make the humans of this world experience the fear of living under the rule of the Demon Clan once again." With these thoughts in mind, King Piccolo slowly closed his eyes. He was too old, and any unnecessary movements would only waste his strength.

Several hours later, Tambourine located the last Dragon Ball using the Dragon Radar.

After he returned to report, all seven Dragon Ball gathered in front of King Piccolo, flashing golden light rhythmically on and off.

"Tell me, how can we summon the Shenron?"

"All we need to do is summon the Shenron."

"Um."

King Piccolo nodded, his eyes filled with excitement as he looked at the Dragon Ball. He stretched out his arms and shouted, "Come forth, Shenron, grant my wish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dark clouds filled the sky, plunging the entire world into a terrifying darkness. Watching the lightning bolts continuously striking down from the sky, King Piccolo opened his eyes, his facial muscles trembling slightly, revealing that he was not entirely at peace.

Thousands of kilometers away in a restaurant, Goku was having a meal with Bulma when he noticed the sky outside suddenly darken. Goku exclaimed in surprise, "Has someone summoned Shenron?"

Bulma: "We haven't even had a chance to find the Dragon Ball yet!"

Goku grabbed a piece of fatty meat and took a bite. "Then we'll just have to wait until next time."

"That's the only way. By the way, Goku, your training must be very tough. I'll take you to enjoy delicious food all over the world..." Bulma's blue-purple eyes sparkled. Goku nodded vigorously. "Okay, but don't forget to take me to see some powerful fighters."

Of course!

A smile appeared on Bulma's face. Goku was only a little over a year younger than her, and he was already eighteen years old. According to Saiyan growth patterns, he would grow up rapidly in the next few months. She wondered if Goku would be handsome when he grew up... As she thought about it, Bulma suddenly felt her body getting a little hot.

Next to King Piccolo's spaceship.

"Roar!"

With a resounding dragon roar, a colossal Shenron, a thousand meters long, hovered in mid-air. Its body was dark red, with each scale clearly visible, revealing well-developed muscles beneath the crystalline scales. At this moment, the Red Shenron stared at King Piccolo eyes, and a dragon's might emanated from the sky.

"This is the Shenron?" King Piccolo's heart trembled, a superior dragon's might bringing him pressure.

"Yes... yes."

Pilaf fell to the ground; the oppressive aura of the Red Shenron was something no ordinary person could withstand.

"So this is Shenron! It's incredibly powerful, unlike anything I've ever seen." King Piccolo believed that Shenron could definitely grant his wish.

"Whoever collects the Dragon Ball, please state your wishes, limited to two."

"Two wishes?" King Piccolo was overjoyed and raised his head, saying, "Shenron, please grant my first wish. Please let me return to my peak condition. I want to regain my youth..."

After saying this, King Piccolo looked on expectantly. The Shenron in the sky remained silent for a moment, then a booming voice rang out. "I'm sorry, your wish cannot be granted."

"The second wish... What, it can't be fulfilled?!"

King Piccolo's face fell, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Why can't my wish be granted? Isn't Shenron supposed to be omnipotent?"

"I can fulfill this wish, but my regulators won't allow it!"

"Why? Who is your supervisor?" King Piccolo gritted his teeth, his sharp teeth almost shattering.

"Roland..."