West City Southeast, three hundred nautical miles.
This is the central area of the Meteorological Bureau red warning, and a super typhoon called "Wrath of the Sea God" is raging.
The strong winds rolled up huge waves tens of meters high, like countless out-of-control deep sea beasts, vying to devour the sky.
The dark clouds were extremely low, and the thunder snakes were flying wildly through the clouds. The explosion sound was enough to shatter the eardrums of ordinary people.
In the center of this destructive scene, there is a strangely peaceful place.
That's the eye of the typhoon.
A white beach chair is steadily suspended ten meters above the sea. On the small round table next to it is a set of exquisite Bone China Tea Set, with steam rising from the spout.
Krillin was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, holding a newspaper in his hand that was wrapped in a special aura and not torn apart by the wind. He looked as comfortable as if he were in his own back garden.
"The daily tasks issued by this system are really getting more and more confusing."
Krillin picked up the teacup, blew the foam gently, and took a sip.
[Ding! Daily task: maintain an elegant posture and drink tea for thirty minutes in the eye of a typhoon with level 12 or above. Current progress: 29/30 minutes.]
At this moment, a cow that was swept up into the sky by the strong wind screamed and flew past the edge of this quiet area, with black and white patterns drawing a miserable parabola in the air.
Krillin didn't even raise his eyelids, he just stretched out his fingers and gently touched the unlucky cow with a soft force, and carried it smoothly to a safe land a few kilometers away.
"One more minute."
Krillin Put down the tea cup and close your eyes.
Although his body is doing boring tasks, his brain, which has been enhanced by [Genius Intellect], is performing billions of terrifying operations per second.
He is deducing "Kaio-ken".
In the original work, Kaio-ken is the secret skill of King Kai. The principle is to instantly generate a huge amount of Qi in the body, forcibly increasing strength, speed and defense.
However, this technique places a huge load on the body, and Goku often faces the risk of blood vessel bursting and muscle dissolution when used at high magnifications.
"My body is Saitama Template. Theoretically, there is no upper limit and there is no possibility of collapse."
Deep inside the brain of Krillin, [Multiple Thought] is like a supercomputer running at full power.
In his Mindscape, a golden light man who looks exactly like him is practicing crazily.
Thought thread 1: Simulate the operation of Qi pulses. Compress the Qi in the body to Dantian, and then use the heart as a pump to instantly pump the Qi to the west limbs.
Thought thread two: Monitor physical feedback. Ordinary meridians were instantly shattered under the impact of the torrent of qi, but the cells of the Saitama constitution regenerated instantly, forcibly locking in this violent energy.
Thought thread three: Optimize output power. Since the body can bear it, there is no need to be as cautious as Goku.
"The ordinary Kaio-ken is 'overloaded', but what I want to develop is 'normalized overclocking'."
Within Mindscape, the red Aura on the golden light man began to undergo qualitative changes.
The red light that was originally restless and beating like a flame was gradually compressed and condensed, and finally turned into a dark red film that was close to the skin.
This is not only a multiplication of strength, but also a high-density control of Qi.
outside world.
The last minute passed.
[Ding! Mission completed. Reward: free attribute points +5, Top Grade Dahongpao Tea×1 catty.]
Krillin opened his eyes and looked at the reward with some disgust.
After five years, he has become soft on the reward of mosquito leg meat, and the current attribute points are not as attractive to him as that bag of tea leaves.
He stood up and stretched.
The high wall of wind around him was still roaring, but he just waved his hand casually.
Boom...!
There were no fancy moves, just the pure wind pressure generated by waving his arms, which instantly penetrated the structure of the typhoon.
The originally thick dark cloud layer was torn open with a huge crack that was several kilometers in diameter, and the golden sunlight poured down like a waterfall, illuminating the sparkling sea.
"It's time to go home and cook, otherwise Bulma will complain about the unpalatable nutritious meals again."
Krillin's figure flickered on the spot, and the next second, he disappeared, leaving only the beach chair and tea set. After losing the support of his aura, he slowly fell into the sea.
Except Capsule Corporation, Gravity Training Room.
As soon as Krillin appeared, he saw a little black-haired kid lying on Bulletproof Glass, his face distorted, staring at Robot who was inspecting the equipment inside.
"Trunks, what are you looking at?"
Krillin walked over, picked up his son and put him on his shoulders.
Trunks is now five years old. Although he is not tall, the cleverness in his eyes is exactly the same as Bulma's abbreviation.
And his tender but extremely strong muscle lines are ironclad evidence of the Krillin gene.
"Dad, you came back just in time!"
"I wanted to try fifty times gravity, but my mother locked the permission and said I wouldn't grow taller."