Snatching Six Dragon Balls, Assembling the Seven Dragon Balls

Li Xing stood rooted to the spot, his eyes vacant.

So, that was it.

Was it actually his own fault?

Reflecting on it, especially regarding the binding process.

The system hadn't shown any bias whatsoever.

Option one: one billion yuan.

He could have easily established a powerful technology conglomerate.

With his knowledge of the plot and insights from the real world.

He could have built a group in the Dragon Ball World far surpassing Hoi-Poi Capsule, developing all sorts of high-tech gear.

Androids, genetic serums, super weapons, and so on.

Option two: Saiyan bloodline, taking the golden path of the Dragon Ball World.

Leveraging his advantage of knowing the early plot, he could have possessed immense combat power.

He could have gone to the Cat Hermit to obtain plenty of Senzu Beans and then trained himself to death.

These were all paths with a one-hundred-percent certainty of success.

Li Xing had ignored those and instead chosen the last one, an ability he knew nothing about.

He had also internally rejected the idea of adventuring alongside Sun Wukong and his friends, or becoming one of them.

In that sense, the system wasn't actually guiding him to be a villain.

It was just that he was a villain to begin with.

No!

For an adult, there is no good or bad, no right or wrong.

All judgments are, in reality, matters of perspective and cognition.

The evil you see is not necessarily evil, and the good you see is not necessarily good.

Li Xing's choice was simply what aligned with his interests.

It was merely a unique choice, filtered through the cognitive judgment of a refined egoist who had been an orphan, struggled at the bottom since childhood, and managed to live quite well by the age of fifteen.

As an orphan, taking an unconventional path was his secret to climbing up.

Without that skill and mindset, if he had honestly followed the rules set by others, how could he have lived so comfortably?

He would have been locked in an orphanage, adopted by someone, finished a few years of school, and then become just another cog in the social machine.

It was precisely because he took the unconventional path that he had achieved a modicum of success.

Arriving in the Dragon Ball World, faced with an unfamiliar environment and powerful enemies, Li Xing subconsciously chose this same method to strengthen himself.

"Hmph! So what? There are no laws in this world to restrain me. As long as I am strong enough, I can do whatever I want. If I'm not happy, I'll blow up the Earth, it doesn't matter."

Li Xing suddenly roared in anger.

Yamcha felt a jolt in his heart.

The person before them had jumped over, stood in front of them in a daze, and finally erupted into a wild roar.

Judging by his agility, he was definitely a madman of great strength; it was best not to provoke him.

Sun Wukong couldn't care less about that.

He assumed a fighting stance.

"Hey, what are you talking about to yourself, and why did you tell me to stop?"

Li Xing snapped back to reality, feeling a sense of shock.

Losing focus in the middle of a confrontation, he was truly beyond saving.

His face flushed, and he glared fiercely at Sun Wukong.

"Damn it, how dare you break my machine!"

"What? Is this monster yours?"

Behind him, Yamcha, Bulma, and the others tumbled to the ground with a dull thud, followed immediately by the sounds of them grimacing and gasping in pain.

That guy Sun Wukong.

He was truly hopeless!

Li Xing ignored them.

This was Sun Wukong's standard behavior; he had expected it long ago.

He pushed off with his feet, his body launching toward Sun Wukong like a cannonball.

"To think you'd dare play dumb—die!"

Li Xing roared with great ferocity, and his strikes were sharp, yet they lacked any true killing intent.

Sun Wukong was furious at first, but soon began to fight Li Xing with genuine joy.

"You are strong."

Sack remained silent, saying nothing.

Strong?

Compared to Sun Wukong's current strength, he was still a bit weak.

But that didn't matter.

The Pilaf Gang was proving useful enough to wear them down.

Taking the two of them down this time shouldn't be too difficult.

He threw a punch toward the excited Sun Wukong.

"Overestimating yourself."

The two flew up and down, trading punches and kicks.

Li Xing felt awkward.

He had tried to use his voice to pressure Sun Wukong, but the boy ignored him entirely, becoming more excited the longer they fought.

Martial arts fanatics were the worst.

Li Xing thought resentfully, but he had no way to deal with Sun Wukong and could only grit his teeth and continue the battle.

Fortunately, Li Xing's strategy was sound.

The Pilaf Gang might be foolish, but they were still helping him drain the stamina of both Sun Wukong and Yamcha.

Li Xing hadn't been fighting long when Sun Wukong's stomach let out a thunderous roar.

"Wait, wait a second, I, I'm hungry."

Li Xing chuckled.

Hungry?

Hunger was exactly what he wanted.

If you weren't hungry, I wouldn't be able to beat you.

He attacked with even greater speed and ferocity, occasionally utilizing his Devour Ability.

Another ten minutes passed, and the ground had been stripped of a layer of soil from their clash.

The Pilaf Gang had long since slipped out of their mechs and run far away.

Li Xing took a moment to glance over.

The three were fine; they hadn't done anything stupid this time and had hidden their true identities while fleeing.

Since they were piloting small mechs, it was unlikely anyone had seen their true faces.

Bang!

Following Li Xing's final strike, Sun Wukong collapsed to the ground, dizzy and disoriented.

In his first battle against Sun Wukong, Li Xing had achieved a difficult victory through underhanded means.

Li Xing dared not be careless.

Sun Wukong would wake up soon and recover some of his strength.

He had to take this opportunity to finish off Yamcha and seize all the Dragon Balls and the Dragon Ball Radar.

Having made his plan, Li Xing lunged fiercely toward Yamcha.

He had no sympathy for this side character.

He struck with brutal efficiency.

He quickly dealt with Yamcha, beating him until he passed out.

Without wasting any words, Li Xing walked straight toward Bulma.

"What, what are you going to do?"

Li Xing wore a black wolf mask, looking extremely menacing.

Bulma's legs trembled, and beads of sweat broke out all over her skin.

She shivered, feeling both nervous and conflicted.

What if?

What if this strong man who could defeat Sun Wukong was actually handsome?

What if this strong man wanted to do "that" to her—should she say yes, or should she say yes?

There was nothing here, and which Hoi-Poi Capsule was her villa in again?

If she took it out now, would it seem too unladylike?

Maybe I should let out a shout.

Li Xing watched the inexplicable blush spreading across Bulma's face, feeling utterly bewildered.

He had heard that some people experienced rapid breathing and flushed skin when they were nervous.

He shook his head.

He reached out his hand, grabbing toward Bulma's—ahem—magnificent, life-nurturing, censored area.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing that sickeningly sweet, coquettish cry, Li Xing shuddered and sped up his actions.

He took out all the capsules directly, grabbing the Dragon Ball from the side, along with the one he had fished out of Bulma's pocket.

"The Dragon Ball, my Dragon Ball!"

Slap!

"Ah!"

With a casual wave of his hand, Li Xing sent Bulma flying into the air, where she traced a perfect parabolic arc.

Thud!

"Ugh!"

Li Xing didn't care about Bulma at all; he counted them up.

Five of them.

With a few leaps, he returned to Sun Wukong's side, rummaged through his things, and his eyes lit up.

He unhooked the cloth bag from Sun Wukong's waist.

He nimbly jumped onto the trunk of a strange tree nearby and departed from the center of the woods, leaving behind a scene of chaos and three unconscious people.

As for Puar and Oolong.

The two of them were useless and couldn't get anything done.

Back in the car, Li Xing took out all the Dragon Balls, his eyes gleaming with excitement.