Ten thousand meters above the ground.
Stratospheric winds sliced through the sea of clouds like blades.
The temperature here was so low that spit would freeze into ice chips instantly, while the oxygen was so thin that even birds would never venture this high.
Yet amid such an extreme environment, a green demon appeared utterly at ease.
He could survive in such an extreme environment because he was a life created by the great Piccolo.
But at this moment, the demon's face was more solemn than ever.
Because he was watching the battle in the arena below—
"Damn it—"
After a long while, Tambourine exhaled a puff of white mist and cursed outright.
Before setting off, his great father, Demon King Piccolo, had given him a task.
The task was simple: call out every martial artist on Earth with a name worth mentioning and snap their necks.
The purpose was to prevent a second Mutaito from appearing—
Tambourine had originally scoffed at the assignment.
According to the information provided by that idiot Pilaf, after Mutaito's death, the martial arts level on this planet had long since gone to hell.
A bunch of trash who could not even release ki dared call themselves martial artists?
But now, he had changed his mind.
That brat called Sun Wukong was simply a monster.
Even ten thousand meters in the air, he could still feel the power contained within that brat's fists—
That brat cannot be allowed to live.
Tambourine calculated in his mind.
With his current strength, there was no chance he could win in a one-on-one fight.
He could only go back first—
Having made up his mind, he fiercely flapped his wings and prepared to turn around.
"Where do you think you're going?"
At that moment, a voice suddenly exploded beside