Candidate Destroyer Mu Yang Arrives

Suspended in the starry expanse of space lies the Galactic Patrol headquarters, which also serves as the Galactic Prison.

The prison houses the most heinous criminals from across the North Galaxy, with some of the most dangerous villains who once plagued the entire universe locked away in its deepest levels.

"So boring, standing guard at the gate every single day."

"Give it a rest. It's still better than being one of the members on the front lines fighting against the evil Frieza Force."

"Haha, I suppose you're right."

Two Galactic Patrol members stood there, chatting while holding their spears on duty.

As for whether they were being too negligent or if someone might invade—please, this is the Galactic Patrol headquarters. What kind of blind criminal would dare to come here and cause trouble?

Therefore, they were not the least bit worried.

And so, day after day passed, continuing right up until today.

"Wait, look up there. What is that?"

"Looks like a shooting star?"

"That can't be right. What kind of shooting star is multicolored?"

The two patrolmen looked up and saw a streak of seven-colored light hurtling toward them.

BOOM!

A massive crater was smashed into the surface of the space station, and a white-haired, blue-skinned man holding a scepter stood there, smiling at them.

"Who are you people?"

"Halt! This is the Galactic Patrol!"

The two members were full of vigilance, aiming their spears at Whis.

Whis merely smiled indifferently.

"Don't be nervous. We are looking for Bulma's sister. Bulma, what is your sister's name?"

Mu Yang appeared from behind Whis, holding Bulma's hand, and spoke up.

His appearance made the two Galactic Patrolmen even more wary!

"Tights. My sister's name is Tights." Bulma opened her rosy little mouth and spoke her sister's name.

Mu Yang turned his gaze toward the two, his eyes full of smiles. "So, you two, could you please bring out Bulma's sister, Tights?"

"We don't have anyone named Tights here!"

"If you know what's good for you, get out of the Galactic Patrol headquarters right now!"

The two Galactic Patrol members glared at them and issued a warning.

Mu Yang sighed softly and said, "It seems I've been too easygoing."

"Regardless of anything else, I am, after all, a Candidate Destroyer of Universe 7."

As the words fell, and just as the two patrol members were struggling to understand what he had said, a heavy pressure suddenly descended upon their bodies!

The next second—

THUD!

Both patrol members were slammed onto the ground by an immense gravitational force.

"What is happening?"

"What exactly did you do, you devil?!"

The two patrol members looked at Mu Yang in terror, their eyes reflecting the sight of a peerless demon king.

They never imagined that this stranger before them would be bold enough to take action inside the Galactic Patrol headquarters!

Did he not know this was the Galactic King's territory?

Even the Universe Emperor Frieza would have to show the Galactic King some respect.

"Since you don't like talking while standing, you can stay on the ground."

"I'll ask one more time: where is Tights?"

When he said this, other than his tone becoming a bit sharper, Mu Yang still didn't reveal any aura at all, appearing just like an ordinary person.

He simply spoke with a smile.

However, the two patrol members no longer dared to underestimate this seemingly ordinary man, their minds racing as they frantically tried to recall if they had ever seen a girl named Tights.

"Wait, didn't that guy Jaco bring back a girl three years ago?"

"That's right, I remember now. That girl's name seemed to be Tights."

The two patrol members finally remembered.

Mu Yang narrowed his eyes at their words and released the Gravity Manipulation Technique from their bodies.

Feeling the gravity vanish, the two scrambled to their feet.

They glared at Mu Yang with resentment.

"Kid, you actually dared to make a move at the Galactic Patrol headquarters. You're finished."

"The Galactic Patrol will circulate your likeness, and you'll be hunted across the entire universe!"

"Is that so..."

Mu Yang offered a wicked smile.

The two Galactic Patrol members, no longer showing their previous fear, sneered.

If it were just the two of them, they might have swallowed their pride and backed down.

But this was the Galactic Patrol!

The other party had undeniably caused a scene, and they didn't believe for a second that this hateful person wouldn't go down.

The two patrol members pulled out a megaphone right in front of Mu Yang.

Seeing this, Mu Yang made no move to stop them.

His eyes were filled with amusement as he watched their actions.

"Intruder alert! Assemble immediately!!"

The voices of the two patrol members echoed through the megaphone across the entire Galactic Patrol headquarters.

In an instant!

The sound of bustling footsteps came from every direction.

"Du Kang, Du Mei, where is the intruder?"

The squad leader leading the large force looked toward the two Galactic Patrol members and asked.

"Right there!"

The two patrol members pointed in Mu Yang's direction.

The squad leader followed their gaze and, upon discovering it was just a seven-year-old child, the tension between his brows instantly vanished. "What is this? It's just a kid."

"Captain, he's no ordinary kid."

"That's right, he used some kind of ability to pin us both to the ground."

The squad leader felt no nervousness upon hearing this; after all, as someone appointed by the Galactic King to guard the headquarters, why would he fear a mere child?

Wouldn't it be a massive joke if word of that got out?

"No rush. Watch me capture him alive, or at the very least, we can all two thousand jump him at once."

With that, the squad leader flared his aura and charged forward.

Seeing the squad leader rushing toward him, Mu Yang was enveloped in a purple glow. The pressure radiating from his body climbed layer by layer, and he merely swept a calm glance at the squad leader.

In a split second.

The squad leader's footsteps came to a sudden halt. Cold sweat soaked his shirt, and he swallowed hard, realizing he couldn't move a muscle.

This wasn't any form of binding technique.

Was it his own fear that rendered him immobile? How could this be!

"Who exactly are you?!!"

The squad leader roared in a panic.

The many members behind him exchanged confused glances, unable to understand why their captain was acting so uncharacteristically and saying such things.

Just charge!

Whatever questions you have, save them for the interrogation room.

"..."

Mu Yang remained silent, merely smiling as his eyes locked onto the squad leader.

The purple light on his body grew increasingly terrifying!

Under immense pressure, the squad leader roared an unhinged command: "All troops, attack! Take this brat down!"

The two thousand Galactic Patrol members behind him charged in unison toward Mu Yang, Whis, and Bulma.

"Gravity Manipulation Technique."

Mu Yang whispered softly.

Following that, 100 times gravity was applied to the surrounding dozens of square kilometers.

Whis tapped his staff lightly, and a protective barrier enveloped Bulma.