The Fear of Being Dominated by the Demon Clan

A day passed, Master Roshi taught Krillin, Tien Shinhan, and the others all the techniques for using the "Evil Containment Wave," instructing them never to use it unless absolutely necessary. The Evil Containment Wave was a technique specifically developed to seal away invincible evil forces, and like the Tri-Beam, it demands extremely high skill from the user.

Forcing oneself to perform a skill without sufficient physical strength and energy will only deplete the performer's vitality.

Master Roshi and Master Shen's teacher, Master Mutaito, paid the ultimate price by forcibly using the Evil Containment Wave to fight King Piccolo.

"Krillin, Tien Shinhan, this is all I can teach you. Now it's your time, the time for young people. The older generation can only play a negligible role. From now on, you'll have to rely on yourselves." Master Roshi looked somewhat forlorn. With the development of the times, the martial arts world was also undergoing a generational change. Before he knew it, even he was about to be phased out.

"Go ahead, I know you're all eager to get started, but please don't act impulsively..."

Master Roshi his final words of advice: Tien Shinhan, Krillin, and the others are the most promising martial arts practitioners on Earth. He has high hopes for them and does not want them to perish in the battle against King Piccolo.

"Um."

Tien Shinhan, Krillin, and the others had firm gazes, then straightened up and left Kame House together. With Chiaotzu's psychic powers, Krillin's body floated in mid-air.

"Master Roshi, I will definitely find Goku and tell him what happened."

"We will also ascend the Korin Tower and find the Kami."

After saying that, the three of them set off separately, heading west. Once they reached the mainland, Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu would head towards the direction of Korin's Sacred Land to meet Korin and Kami as soon as possible, while Krillin would go directly to the West City to see if he could find Goku and Bulma.

Watching Tien Shinhan and the others walk away, Master Roshi nodded, silently took off his sunglasses, changed into a black martial arts uniform, and left Kame House as well.

Master Roshi he was no match for King Piccolo, so a direct confrontation was not the way to go. However, he also couldn't bring himself to ignore the situation outside and hide in his Kame House.

With the Demon Clan wreaking havoc outside and countless martial artists being slaughtered, he cannot sit idly by and wait to die. Even if he cannot defeat King Piccolo, he must save some innocent people.

At this time, in the Royal Capital of the Earth Kingdom.

King Piccolo has led his army to conquer the Royal Capital's defenses, King Piccolo the entire Royal Capital has fallen into his hands. On television, King Furry is forced to give a final televised address—announcing that the entire world has fallen under the rule of the Demon Clan race. However, at the end of his address, King Furry resists, calling on all the rebels in the world to unite and defeat the King, only to be kicked away by King Piccolo.

Facing the television camera, King Piccolo's gaunt figure appeared on the screen, his face gleaming with a cold light.

"Humans, greet the Demon Clan's rule with the utmost despair! Revel in despair, revel in grief! The entire world has become a paradise for the Demon Clan, and humans will be food for the Demon Clan... Oh, and I forgot to mention, just now, my subordinates killed most of the world's martial artists, meaning no one can stop me now."

"Your king called on all rebels to unite, but that's wishful thinking."

"Next, we'll play a game. I'll draw lots for each city. The city you draw will be very lucky; I, the Demon King, will personally go there and utterly destroy it."

To increase its deterrent effect, King Piccolo even went so far as to expend a great deal of energy to release an energy ball. During the television broadcast, in full view of everyone, half of the Royal Capital was enveloped by a dense fireball. The blazing fireball rose to a height of a thousand meters, and the entire Royal Capital was instantly turned into a hellish inferno.

After the smoke cleared, the horrifying, scorched earth was revealed to everyone watching television. The enormous black hole in the center, resembling an abyss, sent chills down everyone's spine. The surrounding area, spanning tens of kilometers, was razed to the ground, and hundreds of thousands of lives were lost in the massive explosion.

"See? This is what happens when you defy me."

"Everyone, the game has begun. Quietly await your death!"

The television broadcast ended there, and as the screen turned into a snowy pattern, the whole world fell silent. Then, fear spread like wildfire throughout the world.

"Is that just a smokescreen?"

"No, that's all true. We've lost contact with the Royal Capital."

"Could it be that King Piccolo has really descended? Oh my god... that's the legendary King Piccolo! The end of the world is coming!"

"We also have technological weapons, and martial artists..."

"It's useless. Didn't you see he destroyed half the Royal Capital with a wave of his hand? Technological weapons are no match for him. Even the Royal Capital still in his hands. No one can defeat him."

"We're doomed."

King Piccolo lived three hundred years ago, was already a legendary figure. Many people regarded him as a myth and legend and did not take him seriously. Now, King Piccolo has reappeared and is showing despair-inducing power. People have finally remembered the fear of being dominated by King Piccolo and the Demon Clan race.

Soon, news of martial artists' deaths from all over the world began to surface. Some reckless reporters and cameramen carried their cameras deep into the Royal Capital, and the shocking apocalyptic scenes captured on camera were far more terrifying than those shown on live television.

Panic began to spread.

Various rumors quickly spread.

Then people began to stir. People from all over the country started to flee the city in groups of cars. Many homeless people and thugs began to storm shops, banks, and even public buildings. On major roads, horns blared and cries rang out. Vehicles collided constantly, and people began to fight. Black smoke rose, and chaos engulfed everywhere.

The remote and arid Gobi Desert.

A stronghold standing amidst the scree forest, with air conditioning whirring away the heat in the air.

Beep!

Yamcha pressed the Remote Control to turn off the TV. The TV had just been broadcasting news about martial artists who had perished around the world. Although the world was generally entertainment-oriented, the reputation of martial artists was still illustrious. Therefore, when the apocalypse came, all martial artists were placed on high hopes.

However, reality is particularly cruel; the deaths of one martial artist after another have deeply shaken people's last remaining faith.

"Young Master Yamcha, it's very dangerous outside!" Puar floated in the air.

"Yes, especially those martial artists who participated in the World Martial Arts Tournament. King Piccolo's first target is them. Judging from the situation, most of the martial artists outside are dead." Yamcha, with long hair and wearing a dark green coat, sighed as he watched the scene on TV.

"Luckily we didn't go out," Puar, still somewhat shaken.

"Sigh, the world is getting crueler and crueler."

Yamcha's will was not very firm. After being repeatedly defeated by Goku and Chi-Chi a few years ago, he had lost the courage to leave the desert. In his opinion, being a wanderer in the desert was not so bad, at least he could find some Anning.

Now it seems his choice was right; the outside world was too chaotic, and a slight misstep could cost him his life. However, seeing the evil Demon Clan ruling the world still left him with a lingering sense of resentment.

"Forget it... even if I go out, it won't make a difference."

Yamcha shook his head. Because he hadn't participated in the 21st and 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament, and being alone in the desert, his strength hadn't improved significantly compared to a few years ago. He was even no match for Krillin in the last World Martial Arts Tournament.