Too Weak

The injured people who had been lying all over the ground were now fully restored, each of them looking at Sun Wuxiu as if he were God.

"Th-This is the effect of a Senzu Bean?" Goku touched his perfectly intact body, so astonished that his mouth hung open.

"No, Brother, you didn't give me any beans. Ah! I remember now—it's your special ability!"

"Wuxiu... What miraculous methods have you learned over these past three years?"

Master Roshi was equally stunned. Even legendary immortals might not be capable of instantly healing fatal injuries like this.

"Just a few little tricks."

Sun Wuxiu smiled and did not explain further.

"It's good that everyone is all right."

"Wuxiu! Be careful! That guy is really strong!"

Although Krillin had recovered, he still felt lingering fear as he looked at Piccolo in the sky.

"Even when several of us joined forces just now, we couldn't even touch him!"

"Yeah, that guy turned into a complete monster after regaining his youth!" Yamcha echoed.

"Don't worry."

Sun Wuxiu turned around and stood in front of everyone.

"For the current me..."

He raised his head. Those deep black eyes met King Piccolo's terrified, unsettled gaze for the first time.

"He's too weak."

Three simple words.

Yet they struck King Piccolo's pride like a heavy hammer.

"Weak...?"

King Piccolo laughed in rage, his face twisting as veins bulged all over his body.

"Hahahaha!! You say I'm weak?! You say that I, the god of this world, the very embodiment of terror, the great King Piccolo... am weak?!!"

"Unforgivable!! Absolutely unforgivable!!"

"Boom—!!"

King Piccolo exploded completely. He stopped holding back, his aura surging like an erupting volcano. Rubble around him rose into the air, and even the sea began to roar and churn.

"I'll show you what true Hell is!!"

"Die!!!"

King Piccolo turned into a bolt of green lightning and charged at Sun Wuxiu in an instant!

That attack was so fast that even the newly recovered Goku could only see an afterimage.

"So fast!!" Tien Shinhan cried out.

However.

In Sun Wuxiu's eyes, Piccolo's movements were as clear as a slow-motion film.

After three years at Kami's Lookout, gaining insight into "stillness" and "motion," together with the Rabbit Talisman's enhancement—

This kind of speed was practically a stroll.

"Too slow."

Sun Wuxiu still had his hands behind his back as he merely took a small step to the left.

"Whoosh!"

Piccolo's fist, powerful enough to shatter mountains, grazed past Sun Wuxiu's nose and struck empty air.

"What?!" King Piccolo was startled, before he could even change moves.

"Too weak."

Sun Wuxiu's voice sounded beside his ear.

Then—

"Slap!"

A loud slap landed squarely across King Piccolo's face.

"Pfft—"

King Piccolo spun through the air like a top after being slapped, turning more than a dozen times before finally stabilizing himself.

Half his face instantly swelled up like a steamed bun, and several teeth came flying out along with blood.

"Y-You actually dared to slap my face..."

Piccolo clutched his face, his eyes filled with disbelief and frenzied killing intent.

"I slapped that ugly face of yours."

Sun Wuxiu patted his hands together, looking disgusted.

"As a Demon King, your fighting skills are as crude as those of an uncivilized beast. This is your so-called 'invincible power'? What a joke."

"AAAAARGH!!!"

King Piccolo let out a beast-like roar.

"I'll kill you! Kill you! Kill you!!"

"Prince Tactics—Continuous Ki Barrage!!"

King Piccolo wildly swung both hands, unleashing countless purple energy blasts that poured down like torrential rain, covering every inch of space around Sun Wuxiu!

"Boom boom boom boom boom—!!!"

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Flames from the explosions surged into the sky, while smoke and dust blotted out the sun.

This indiscriminate bombardment continued for an entire minute.

Only when King Piccolo was panting heavily did he finally stop.

"Huff... huff... This time... he should be ashes, right?"

Piccolo stared fixedly at the smoke below.

However.

When the smoke cleared—

That white figure was still standing in the same place.

Not only was he completely unharmed, not even a speck of dust had landed on his clothes.

Sun Wuxiu even dusted off his sleeve, looking helplessly at him.

"That's it? Can't you come up with something more original? This firework move of yours is pretty, but completely useless."

"..."

Despair.

True despair.

King Piccolo finally understood that the man before him was not merely a "slightly stronger ant."

He was an insurmountable mountain, an abyss that could never be filled.

"How is this possible... How can a monster like this exist in this world..."

King Piccolo retreated step by step, the madness in his eyes gradually replaced by fear.

Below, Master Roshi, Tien Shinhan, and the others had completely frozen.

They knew Sun Wuxiu was strong, but they had never imagined he would be this strong!

He was treating King Piccolo, who had driven them into despair, like a monkey to be toyed with?

"Over these three years... what exactly did Senior Brother Wuxiu experience?" Krillin swallowed. "Did he really become a god?"

In the sky.

Sun Wuxiu looked at Piccolo, who was on the verge of collapse, and silently calculated.

That should be enough.

If I keep playing with him, it'll be bad if he loses his mind and self-destructs.

Though I really want to crush you to death, Kami can't die yet, and besides...

Sun Wuxiu thought of the future "Uncle Piccolo," who would die protecting Gohan, and that strongest nanny.

I still need you to lay that egg.

With that thought, Sun Wuxiu's eyes sharpened.

"All right, the game is over."

"I'm tired of playing too."

Sun Wuxiu's figure vanished instantly.

The next second, he appeared directly in front of King Piccolo. Their faces were less than ten centimeters apart.

Piccolo could even clearly see the hint of mockery in Sun Wuxiu's eyes.

"You..."

"Get down."

Sun Wuxiu clenched his right hand into a fist. He used no flashy move, merely gathering an enormous amount of ki.

"Bang!!!"

One punch struck King Piccolo in the abdomen!

This seemingly simple punch contained enough power to pierce through a mountain range.

"Cough—Aagh!!!"

King Piccolo's eyes nearly popped out as his body instantly bent like a shrimp, the clothing on his back exploding apart!

The tremendous impact tore straight through his internal organs!

"Whoosh—Boom!!"

King Piccolo crashed like a meteor into the ruins below, smashing out a massive crater.

"Cough, cough... Cough, cough..."

Inside the crater, King Piccolo coughed up mouthful after mouthful of purple blood. His life force was rapidly fading away.

He knew he was about to die.

"Damn it... I refuse to accept this... The Demon Clan... cannot be extinguished like this..."

His dying instincts, along with his thirst for revenge, made him reach his final decision.

Using his last bit of strength, his throat moved.

"Bleurgh—"

A huge white egg covered in slime came out of his mouth.

"That is..." Goku and the others in the distance were startled.

Watching from the air, Sun Wuxiu did not stop him. Instead, a knowing smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"So this is that 'Demon Second Generation'?"

As long as he lays it, that's enough.

With the last of his strength, King Piccolo hurled the egg far into the depths of the forest.