Dragon Ball: I became the strongest warrior after practicing half of my skills

Chapter 152

After Lazili's transformation was completed, Lapis (No. 17) and Lafia (No. 19) were also successfully transformed. The three of them were ready to start systematic martial arts training to improve their strength. Lazili and Lapis were guided by Zhou Zilong, while Lafia was guided by Krillin.

It was November of the 760th year of the A.I. era. The sky of the Dragon Ball world was as blue as a gemstone. A vast wilderness looked particularly peaceful under the sunshine. At this moment, Piccolo was suspended in the air above the empty wilderness. He was breathing heavily after just completing a round of cultivation. Since joining the Dragon Martial Sect, Piccolo has been rapidly promoted to the position of deputy headmaster with his outstanding performance and talent. He became the deputy headmaster of the Dragon Martial Sect together with Sun Wukong and Krillin. Although Zhou Zilong gave Piccolo a portable spiritual time house specially used for cultivation, he preferred to cultivate in the embrace of nature and feel the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. At this moment, Piccolo's heart was full of fighting spirit and determination, and he kept saying, "Sun Wukong, next time, next time I will definitely beat you!" This sentence was both an encouragement to himself and an expectation for future challenges. This desire for victory burned like a raging fire in his chest, driving him to constantly break through himself and pursue a higher realm.

However, this tranquility and concentration did not last long. Suddenly, there was a subtle and rapid sound of breaking through the air, breaking the silence around him. Piccolo suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils suddenly shrank, and saw three black shadows appearing around him silently like ghosts, at a speed so fast that it almost exceeded his perception limit.

The leader was a warrior in a black robe. He had a hideous face and a bloodthirsty light in his eyes. He had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, as if he had foreseen the fruits of victory. He flashed and swung a punch as fast as a cheetah hunting. With a whistling wind and majestic power, he rushed straight to Piccolo's chest. Piccolo reacted very quickly, instantly mobilized the energy in his body, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and took the blow abruptly. However, the power of the black-robed warrior was far beyond his expectations. The huge impact made him tremble and staggered back a few steps involuntarily.

During this short respite, the second warrior had quietly circled under Piccolo. He was tall and slender, and his movements were agile, as if he had merged with the wind. He suddenly jumped up, and his legs whipped Piccolo's abdomen like an iron whip. This attack was accurate and fierce, and it directly hit Piccolo's soft spot. Piccolo felt a sharp pain coming from his abdomen, as if his internal organs were about to be shattered. He endured the severe pain and barely stabilized his body, but his face had become extremely pale.

Just as Piccolo tried to adjust his posture and prepare for the next attack, the third warrior had quietly appeared behind him. This warrior was burly, with knotted muscles, and exuded a palpitating sense of oppression all over his body. His palms were like hammers, and with the sound of whistling wind, he hit Piccolo's back of the head heavily. This blow was so powerful that it directly smashed Piccolo's entire body into a small hill not far away.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, Piccolo's figure was buried by the soil and stones of the hill. Dust rose up and covered the sky. The air around him seemed to freeze at this moment. Only the sneers of the three sneak attackers echoed in the wilderness. They did not give up, but gathered the energy in their bodies again, ready to give Piccolo a fatal blow.

"It is said that you, the great devil Piccolo, are very strong, but now it seems that you are not so good!" The black-robed warrior grinned, and his hands quickly formed seals. A bright Qigong wave gathered in his palm, as dazzling as the scorching sun. The other two warriors followed suit and integrated their own Qigong waves into it, making this attack more terrifying and unstoppable.

"No! I will never fall like this!" Piccolo roared in his heart. Although his body was buried deep in the soil, his will was extremely firm. He desperately mobilized the remaining energy in his body, trying to break free and stand up again. However, the powerful force surged like a tide and completely submerged him.

"Boom!" The Qigong wave exploded, shattering the hill into pieces, with rubble and dust flying. Piccolo's figure disappeared completely in the explosion, as if he was completely swallowed by this force.

After the light faded, the originally fierce battle scene had turned into a mess. Piccolo's body slowly fell to the ground and fell into a coma.

The leading black-clad man looked at Piccolo with a disdainful expression on his face, but at the same time he couldn't help rubbing his slightly trembling fists: "Humph, I don't know how Piccolo's body was trained. A punch to him made my fistMy head hurts!" He muttered to himself, and the other men in black echoed him. One of them said, "Yeah, I hit him so hard that my hand hurt too! This guy's physical fitness is really amazing!"

A trace of fear flashed in their eyes. Thinking of the battle with Piccolo just now, they couldn't help but mutter in their hearts: "If we, the Demon Star, hadn't obtained those fruit seeds that can enhance our strength a few years ago under the leadership of Lord Carrick, and enhanced our strength through those fruits, we would probably be defeated here today! "Another man in black sighed.

They knew very well that without the strength improvement brought by those fruits, they would probably suffer a crushing defeat in the face of a powerful opponent like Piccolo. However, now they have a stronger power and can easily defeat an enemy like Piccolo.

At this moment, the god in the Temple of the Gods suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness. He closed his eyes tightly, concentrated his mind, and tried to capture the source of the fluctuation that made his heart palpitate. When he sensed that Piccolo had met with an accident, the god frowned tightly, and unprecedented worries surged in his heart.

"Who is it? He almost killed Piccolo! Is it Calik who came back for revenge hundreds of years ago? But this power seems to be different from Kalik..." The God's thoughts were surging like a surging tide. He deeply understood that the world, which had enjoyed peace for several years, would probably be broken again because of Piccolo's attack.

So, the God decided to contact Zhou Zilong and convey an important message to him: an unknown crisis is quietly approaching, and this crisis will directly affect the fate of the entire world. Zhou Zilong, who received the message, immediately realized that they may have entered the timeline of the first plot version of Dragon Ball Z, "Give Back My Gohan". Zhou Zilong replied to the God, saying that he would pay close attention to the development of the situation and eliminate this danger when necessary.