Goku stood by the pit, breathing heavily.
Super Saiyan 4 Late-Level's strength was pressed to the limit, the dark red hair on the surface of the muscles was stained darkly with blood, and the golden pupils were burning with anger.
Syn Shenron raised his hand, and the power of six Dragon Balls rolled in his chest.
"Goku, you look much more pleasing to the eye now than before."
Goku looks up.
"You talk too much."
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out.
Syn Shenron stretched out his arms, and six types of Laws formed a barrier in front of him.
The flame is in front, the cold air is behind, the poisonous mist is hidden in the gaps, the lightning is responsible for tearing it apart, Earth Laws stabilizes the structure, and the dark negative energy is pressed in the innermost layer.
Six layers of defense, specialized cards for close combat.
Goku punched him.
The first layer of flames was dispersed by the energy of Saiyan.
The second layer of cold air froze his arm, and he shattered it with his muscles.
The poisonous mist penetrated into the wound, but he gritted his teeth and ignored it. The lightning struck his shoulder, but his fist kept moving forward.
The earth wall blocked the punch, Syn Shenron sneered.
The next moment, Goku opened his mouth and sprayed out a mouthful of Ki Blast against the earth wall.
The inside of the earth wall was opened, and the fist was smashed in along the crack, passing through the dark negative energy, and landed on Syn Shenron's chest, hitting Four-Star Dragon Ball in the middle.
Syn Shenron fell backwards, and the chest protective film was dented.
Goku caught up with him and hit him with knees, elbows and headbutts in a series. Each hit hit the same landing point.
Syn Shenron was forced to retreat.
"You really want to type it out?"
Goku didn't answer.
Syn Shenron swept his right fist, Goku couldn't dodge and was hit on the side of the waist, sending his body flying into the air.
Before the person could stop, Syn Shenron had already caught up. He put his hands together and pressed a dark purple fireball towards Goku's back.
Goku turned around in mid-air and grabbed the fireball with both hands.
The six kinds of energy in the fireball bite each other, and there are black cracks all around the edges. If it touches the skin, it will tear off a piece of flesh.
Goku roared, exerted force with both arms, and pushed the fireball back.
Syn Shenron raised his foot and kicked Goku in the chest.
Goku was kicked away, and the fireball deflected and flew away, wiping away the ruins in the distance and wiping the entire ruins of the city off the map, leaving only a huge, shiny crater.
Goku landed, raised his hand and pressed his chest and coughed out a mouthful of blood.
Put your hands on your waist, that is the starting position of Kamehameha.
Goku's palm lights up with a blue-white light, with thin golden-red threads sandwiched inside.
Saiyan's Qi, Dragon Balls's residual origin, and Super Saiyan 4 Late-Level's physical strength were all compressed into his palms.
Aura shrank, and the surroundings fell into dead silence.
Syn Shenron raised his hands, and six Dragon Balls and Laws lit up at the same time.
Dark purple, ice blue, crimson, earthy yellow, thunder light, and poisonous green, six colors of energy converged into a huge ball of destruction, pressing on top of his head.
He wants to crush Goku's will head on.
Goku The energy in the palm of his hand became smaller and smaller as it was pressed, and finally there was only a single point of light that was so bright that it was blinding.
He wanted to use his frontal big move to penetrate Syn Shenron's chest and knock Four-Star Dragon Ball out together with the other Dragon Balls.
On the other side, Kami's Lookout.
In the white square, the wind was very clean, completely different from the tragic situation over there on the battlefield.
On the recliner, Krillin bit into a Coke straw, ice cubes clinking on the bottom of the cup.
His perception has long been locked on the battle situation on the other side of the earth.
Next to him, Piccolo was wearing a white hooded robe, with a cane standing by his side, and his golden vertical eye lines were shining quietly.
Yamcha was sitting on the edge of Lookout, wearing a spare piece of clothing, with the collar deliberately pulled open a little to give him a handsome posture.
Fei'er sat next to him, holding a box of cakes in both hands.
She has lost the sense of oppression of Evil Dragon, her blue skin is very conspicuous in the sun, her purple hair hangs on her shoulders, and she eats very seriously.
Yamcha handed over a piece of snack.
"This is also delicious. It is a special edition for Krillin."
Fei'er glanced at him. "You just said that every piece is the last piece."
"This is a tactic in the dessert world."
"Liar."
"This is called encouraging appetite."
Fei'er was silent for a while and took the cake. "Then encourage me again."
Krillin's teeth ached hearing this.
He turned his head and glanced at Piccolo.
The shadow of Piccolo's hood covered half of his face, but judging from the stiffness of his tentacles, even Dragon God couldn't stand this scene.
Krillin bit the straw, unable to complain.
Yamcha Is this guy here to hand in a mission, or is he here to Lookout for a vacation?
He brought girl Evil Dragon back naked, and now she sits next to Lookout and feeds her cake.
Oolong The evil done by that pig turned out to be cheap in the end Yamcha.
Piccolo said, "You still won't take action?"
Krillin took a sip of Coke: "What's the rush? Let them practice more. Gohan almost reached a new threshold, and Goku also learned something from Four-Star Dragon Ball. Vegeta can take a few more beatings, which will be good for his pride."
Piccolo looked at him.
"Vegeta will fight you tooth and nail if he hears it."
"He can't fight now." Krillin said sincerely.
Piccolo was silent for a moment. "Nuova Shenron is gone."
Krillin's face relaxed a bit.
"Hmm."
Of course he saw it.
Nuova Shenron Resurrection, explosion, self-destruction, body snatching, consciousness dissipation, he stared at them all.
The essence of the Evil Dragon incident is the liquidation of the cause and effect of Dragon Balls, and the price must be seen clearly by Goku and Vegeta with their own eyes.
Now, there is enough to see.
Piccolo asked again, "Goku is ready to fight."
Krillin Put the Coke aside.
"I saw it."
Yamcha was still there and asked Fei'er in a low voice, "Do you like caramel flavor or strawberry flavor?"
Fei'er thought carefully, "Caramel."
"I like caramel too. You see, we hit it off."
"It's just cake."
"Relationships all start with cake."
Krillin couldn't help it.
"Yamcha."
Yamcha turned around. "Ah? What's wrong?"
Krillin said expressionlessly, "If you speak in this tone again, I will send you to Oolong's house and let the three of you talk face to face about the ethical issues of underwear wishes."
Fei'er's fork stops.
Yamcha shivered.
"No, Krillin, that topic has passed. We have to look forward and look to the light."
Fei'er lowered his head to eat the cake, his ears turned a little red.
Piccolo raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.
"Boring."
Mr. Popo came over with tea in hand, no extra expression on his dark face.
"Mr. Krillin, tea."
"Thank you, Mr. Popo."
Krillin took the tea and just took a sip. The compressed mass Ki Blast in the palm of Goku's palm in the picture had reached the critical point.
His eyelids twitched.
Piccolo also raised his head.
"Still not going? Someone will die."
Krillin Put down the teacup.
"Let's go, it's time."
Yamcha After listening, he finally put away his playful smile.
"Goku Can't they hold on anymore?"
Krillin looked at him. "What do you think?"
Yamcha stood up and dusted off the crumbs from his clothes.
Fei'er also stood up, still holding the uneaten small cake in her hand. She looked at Krillin, and then looked into the distance.
"Should I go too?"
Piccolo said, "You have just been stripped, Battle Power has descended, and there is nothing you can do to help."
Fei'er frowned. "Syn Shenron swallowed Four-Star Dragon Ball and other Dragon Balls. I am also a part of Evil Dragon. Maybe I can affect the Laws in his body."
Krillin glanced at her one more time, this girl is more reliable than Yamcha.
Yamcha immediately raised his chest. "I will protect her."
Krillin glanced at him.
"Protect yourself first. Six-Star Dragon, you rely on your face to get through. Syn Shenron won't do that."
Yamcha laughed dryly, "What if?"
Piccolo coldly hits. "He will flatten your face first."
Fei'er nodded. "I think so too."
Yamcha covered his chest. "It's very hurtful for you to do this."
Krillin stood up and stretched.
The aura switched instantly, and everyone in the Lookout square instinctively shut their mouths.
Piccolo and Golden Divine Mark lit up, and he felt it the most.
Yamcha swallowed.
"Krillin, are you serious?"
Krillin patted Martial Arts Uniform on his body.
"It's not that serious."
He looked into the distance, sensing that Goku's ultimate move was about to take shape, and Syn Shenron's destruction ball was reaching its peak.
If you delay any longer, there will really be an accident.
Krillin twisted his neck.
"Okay, Piccolo, Yamcha, take that purple-skinned avatar and follow me."