The Invincible Monkey

Late at night!

"I'm leaving tomorrow. While I'm gone, you all need to cultivate diligently. Cultivation is like sailing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall back. I hope to be satisfied when we meet next time." Wang Yang looked sternly at the seven children before him, ranging from seven to fifteen years old.

They were all his disciples, taken in at the request of the War Emperor. Even though he looked young, the people on this planet placed great importance on etiquette and education.

The elder is respected. They didn't slight Wang Yang in the least; instead, they showed him great respect.

"Yes, Master!" The seven disciples bowed respectfully.

"When you grow up, assist the War Emperor well, treat the common people kindly, and develop technology!"

Wang Yang turned around silently, looking up at the twinkling stars in the sky.

The seven disciples bowed silently and slowly departed.

"Brother Yang, Father said you're leaving. Is that true?" At some point, a little girl in a pink dress, as delicate as a carved jade, walked up behind Wang Yang. She clutched the hem of her skirt with her small hands, looking nervously at Wang Yang's back.

"Yes, my goal is to become the strongest, so I have to leave," Wang Yang said without turning around, his tone calm.

"But if you leave, I'll be very sad," Little Yue'er said, tears rolling down her fair, tender cheeks.

"Sadness is only temporary. When you grow up and make new friends, you'll forget about me," Wang Yang coaxed with a smile.

Little Yue'er was only three years old. He was thirty in his mind, and he cared for her like a daughter.

"Then, before you leave, can you tell me one more story?" The tears on Little Yue'er's face vanished as quickly as they appeared.

"Okay! I'll tell you a story called The Invincible Monkey!" Wang Yang pinched Little Yue'er's jelly-like cheeks and smiled.

"It is said that in the universe, there was a powerful race called the Saiyans! One day, a newborn infant opened its eyes, and the entire planet trembled. Immediately, flames erupted from the ground..."

"The planet exploded. This little monkey had incredible luck and flew into the vast universe. His magnificent story began from then on."

"On Planet Gao Lao, the Saiyan little monkey defeated the Pig Demon and saved the people..."

"On Planet White Bone, the little monkey killed the White Bone Queen..."

"As the little monkey experienced all sorts of hardships and defeated one powerful enemy after another, he finally grew into a peerless powerhouse who could stand tall and support the heavens. In the end, he defeated Quan Dan, who was known as the Lord of the Universe, at the peak of the universe!"

"From then on, this monkey became the new Lord of the Universe!"

Wang Yang vividly narrated the growth and power of the invincible monkey in the story. Although it was a fabricated tale, it also contained his own aspirations.

Little Yue'er listened intently, her bright, innocent eyes fixed on Wang Yang. She hugged Wang Yang's fluffy tail, her small hands gently stroking it intermittently, as if petting a cute kitten.

The night was deep and quiet. The night sky was filled with brilliant stars, and countless people on the earth were fast asleep.

Inside the spaceship, Paragus stealthily entered Broly's room. After the banquet, he had pestered Linge until he was allowed onto the spaceship, claiming he wanted to familiarize himself with the environment first.

"Broly, wake up!" Paragus whispered, shaking the soundly sleeping Broly.

Broly was sprawled on the bed, his thin blanket kicked onto the floor. A bubble on his nose was being blown larger and smaller.

Pop!

The bubble burst!

"Father, what is it?" Broly mumbled, opening his eyes and yawning.

"Broly, get up quickly. Let's kill those aliens." In the dark room, Paragus's expression was extremely cold, his eyes flashing with chilling light.

"Why kill them?" Broly looked at Paragus in confusion. Weren't they chatting happily while eating just now?

"They are bad people. We must eliminate them," Paragus said in a low voice.

"Oh!" Broly was still young and didn't have much of a sense of good and evil. Or rather, compared to those aliens, he was more willing to believe his father. Of course, if Linge and the others were replaced by Wang Yang, it would be a different story.

"You must listen to me carefully later. We will do this... like this... You must kill them in one blow and try not to make too much noise!" Paragus whispered into Broly's ear.

Broly's sleepiness vanished. His eyes brightened, and he nodded repeatedly.

"Lord Linge, Paragus requests an audience." Paragus knocked on Linge's metal door, producing a dull thud.

"Get lost! What is it so late at night? We'll talk tomorrow." Linge's voice was loud. He had just fallen asleep and was woken up, so he was very irritable and didn't give Paragus any face.

The universe operated on the principle of the strong preying on the weak. Paragus's combat power was not as high as his, so Linge felt superior.

If he was in a good mood, he'd give you face. If he was in a bad mood, you were just a nobody, and he wouldn't give you any face at all.

"I have something important to discuss, something about a combat power of 15,000." Paragus clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, his face so grim it looked like it could drip water.

"That's a faulty scouter!" Linge said impatiently.

"That's not a faulty scouter. There really are people with a combat power of 15,000."

"You must give me a satisfactory answer, or I'll let you know the severe consequences." The door was flung open heavily by Linge.

Linge was bare-chested, with a slight sheen of sweat on his body. He glared unpleasantly at Paragus and his son.

"The two people on this planet with a combat power of 15,000... saying it's correct isn't entirely correct, and saying it's wrong isn't entirely wrong either," Paragus said in a clear, quiet voice.

"What do you mean?" Linge frowned.

"I mean, one of those two people has a combat power of 15,000, and the other one's combat power..." Paragus paused for a moment.

"What is the other person's battle power?" Linge asked, curiously stepping forward to grab Paragus by the collar.

"The other person's battle power..." Paragus glanced at little Broly, his eyes flickering.

"Broly, do it!"

"What?" Linge was slightly stunned.

Broly let out an explosive shout, leaping high into the air like an agile rabbit, and slammed an energy blast directly into Linge's chest with lightning speed.

BOOM!

"Ah!"

Linge's chest exploded instantly, and he let out a miserable shriek as he was sent flying backward, twitching once on the ground before lying perfectly still.

Caught completely off guard, Linge was instantly killed by Broly, whose battle power exceeded thirty thousand.

"The other person has a battle power far exceeding fifteen thousand; he is my son, Broly." Paragus looked down at the thoroughly dead Linge on the ground and burst into wild, arrogant laughter.