Power Level of 18,000

Just at that moment.

A soft sound of footsteps rang out.

Sun Wuxiu walked leisurely into the middle of the two with his hands in his pockets.

His unharmed appearance, with not even a single hair out of place, formed a sharp contrast with the two wounded men on the ground.

"Looks like you two got beaten pretty badly."

Sun Wuxiu looked down at the pair with a trace of teasing in his tone, "Well? Were the alien's fists a bit too hard?"

"Shut up! If I hadn't let my guard down..." Piccolo gritted his teeth and proudly turned his head away.

"Hehe, brother, stop making fun of me." Goku scratched his head with a wry smile, "That guy really is strong. Even with Piccolo and me teaming up, we barely survived."

"Alright, don't move around."

Sun Wuxiu squatted down and pressed his hands onto the shoulders of Goku and Piccolo respectively.

"Hang in there, it might tickle a bit."

With a thought in his mind.

The Horse Talisman deep within his soul instantly activated.

"Hum—"

A soft and holy white light poured into the bodies of the two along Sun Wuxiu's palms.

That feeling was like parched earth suddenly receiving the nourishment of sweet rain.

The fractured bones rapidly reconnected and healed amid crackling sounds, the torn muscle fibers regenerated, the stagnant blood dissipated, and the scorched skin peeled off to reveal fresh new flesh.

Scarcely ten seconds passed.

"Whoosh—"

The white light dissipated.

Son Goku abruptly leaped up, moved his limbs, and looked pleasantly surprised:

"Wow! It's all healed! It doesn't hurt at all! No matter how many times I see it, your trick always feels amazing!"

On the other side, Piccolo also slowly stood up.

He glanced at his own arm, which had previously been crippled but was now as good as new, and looked at Sun Wuxiu with a complex expression.

Though he really didn't want to owe this favor, the pride of a Namekian wouldn't allow him to pretend he hadn't seen it.

"Hmph..."

Piccolo let out a cold snort, retied the white turban on his head, turned his face away, and said in an extremely stiff tone:

"Meddling."

Despite saying that, he didn't fly away immediately. Instead, he stood in place, obviously waiting for Sun Wuxiu's next words.

Sun Wuxiu didn't mind his attitude either; if this era's tsundere green-skinned monster suddenly said "thank you," that would truly be terrifying.

"Everyone come over."

Sun Wuxiu waved to Bulma, Chi-Chi, and the others who were hiding in the house in the distance.

Soon, the group gathered on the beach.

The joy of surviving a catastrophe didn't last long, because everyone remembered the harsh parting words Raditz left behind—

"In a year, you'll all be dead."

The atmosphere grew somewhat heavy.

Son Goku put away his playful expression and looked at Sun Wuxiu with a serious gaze:

"Brother, what Raditz said at the end... is it true?"

"Is that guy named Vegeta really going to come? And... is he really that strong?"

Everyone's gaze focused on Sun Wuxiu.

As the only person present who seemed to know everything and possessed unfathomable strength, Sun Wuxiu's words were the authority.

Sun Wuxiu restrained his smile and nodded.

"It's true."

"Furthermore, for you people right now... he isn't just strong, he's despair."

Hearing the word "despair" spoken by Sun Wuxiu, Krillin's face instantly turned pale.

"D-Despair? Senior Brother Wu Xiu, don't scare me."

Krillin swallowed hard, "Is he really that much stronger than Raditz?"

"Much stronger?"

Sun Wuxiu shook his head, "Krillin, your imagination is too poor."

He picked up a twig from the beach and drew a few numbers in the sand.

"To give you an intuitive concept, let's use the 'power level' values Raditz mentioned earlier as an example."

Sun Wuxiu pointed at the first number.

"Piccolo just now, at full power after taking off his heavy weights, had a power level of around 740. Goku is about the same."

Everyone nodded. They had a rough concept of this numerical value; that was destructive power capable of wiping out a city.

Sun Wuxiu wrote down another number.

"And Raditz, the one who beat you half to death just now, has a power level of 1,500."

"In other words, one Raditz is roughly equal to two full-power bursting Piccolos."

Hearing this, the corner of Piccolo's eye twitched, and his fists clenched tightly, making a cracking sound. Although he was very unhappy with this comparison, it was a fact.

"Then..."

The twig in Sun Wuxiu's hand swept across the beach, writing down a number that made everyone's heartbeat stop instantly.

"That Saiyan prince—Vegeta—who is coming to Earth a year from now."

"His power level is..."

"18,000."

"..."

Dead silence.

Only the sound of ocean waves crashing against the reefs seemed exceptionally piercing.

Krillin's mouth hung wide open, his jaw practically dropping to the ground.

The watermelon rind in Yamcha's hand fell to the ground with a smack.

Even Goku, who was usually fearless, widened his eyes at this moment, his pupils contracting violently.

"O-One... eighteen thousand?!"

Bulma covered her mouth, her voice trembling:

"Wu Xiu, y-you're not joking, are you? Eighteen thousand? How many times Raditz's power is that? Twelve times?!"

"How on earth can anyone win against that!!"

Despair.

True despair shrouded the hearts of everyone like dark clouds.

A mere 1,500-level Raditz had already beaten the two strongest people on Earth (excluding Wu Xiu) half to death, and they even had to rely on a sneak attack to barely force him back.

Now they were being told that a monster twelve times stronger than Raditz was coming in a year?

"It's over... Earth is really finished this time..." Master Roshi couldn't even steady his cane.

"This kind of gap simply can't be made up by training for a year."

"This is basically asking ants to bite an elephant to death."

A feeling of panic spread.

Even Piccolo, who had always been proud and arrogant, looked ashen at this moment, cold sweat covering his forehead.

Eighteen thousand...

This number was like a massive mountain, pressing down so hard he couldn't breathe.

He couldn't even imagine what kind of energy burst would erupt from a level like that.

But right at that moment.

Piccolo suddenly raised his head, his sharp eyes locked firmly onto Sun Wuxiu.

He discovered a blind spot.

While everyone else was scared out of their wits by this number, Sun Wuxiu alone still maintained an air of nonchalant ease.

Even a faint, subtle smile still lingered at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, Sun Wuxiu."

Piccolo suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence.

"You just said it's despair for 'us'."

Piccolo deliberately emphasized the word "us."

"What about you?"

Piccolo's gaze was blazing like a torch, as if he wanted to see right through Sun Wuxiu's hidden strength.

"You cursed that Vegeta to filth just now and even told him to crawl over."

"Since you knew he has a power level of 18,000, and you still dared to provoke him like that..."

"This means you should be confident you can handle him, right?"