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

Chapter 133

Under the blue sky, the sun penetrated the sparse clouds and sprinkled on the vast land, covering the land that was about to witness a historic showdown with a layer of golden battle robe. The land was shining with golden light under the sun, as if the whole world was looking forward to this battle that determined its fate.

I saw that the little Wukong's right fist was slowly raised, his eyes were firm and focused, as if he had gathered all the strength of his body on this fist. As his fist was raised, the air began to fluctuate violently, as if even the wind changed color, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted by this powerful force, forming ripples visible to the naked eye.

The light burst out from Wukong's fist, so dazzling that people could not look directly at it. It was a force full of justice and mission, which represented Wukong's determination to protect the earth and protect his family and friends. At this moment, Sun Wukong was no longer the ignorant boy, but a warrior who protected justice. He had only one thought in his heart-to defeat Piccolo and save the earth.

"Come on, let me see your true strength!" Piccolo sneered. He felt the power of Goku that made him palpitate, but the fear was fleeting, replaced by a more crazy fighting spirit. He also gathered the remaining power in his body, which was the fatal blow he was ready to give Goku.

At this critical moment, Goku's figure suddenly moved, and shot towards Piccolo 1 as fast as an arrow from a string.

His speed was so fast that it was unbelievable, and it could even be said that it had exceeded the scope of ordinary people's understanding of speed. Only a residual image was left in the air. When Piccolo 1 saw this scene, his face changed slightly. He had never thought that Goku could burst out such an amazing speed at such a critical moment.

However, even in the face of such a situation, Piccolo 1 was still full of confidence. After all, he was the Great Demon King Piccolo, the overlord who once ruled the earth!

However, just when Sun Wukong's right fist really touched the chest of the first generation Piccolo, everything changed. At that moment, time seemed to have really solidified, and the whole world became quiet, as if everything had stopped moving. Xiao Wukong's fist penetrated the first generation Piccolo's seemingly indestructible defense with an unstoppable force and went straight through his chest.

The first generation Piccolo's body began to tremble violently, his eyes widened, full of disbelief and astonishment. He lowered his head and looked at his chest, where a huge hole appeared, and blood flowed like a spring.

"No... This is impossible..." The first generation Piccolo muttered to himself, his voice full of despair and unwillingness. He tried to mobilize the power in his body to fight back, but found that those powers dissipated quickly like quicksand and could no longer condense into an effective attack.

Sun Wukong also felt the dissipation of this power. He slowly pulled back his fist, his eyes cold and firm. He knew that at this moment, he had won. He not only defeated the Great Demon King Piccolo, but also protected the earth and everything he cherished.

Feeling that the fire of life in his body was extinguished at an alarming speed, the first generation of Piccolo began to show a trace of despair and unwillingness on his face - unwillingness, resentment, and nostalgia for the glorious days of the past. He recalled how he became the Demon King step by step. Those days of conquering the world were bloody, but also full of endless power and glory. But now, all of this will vanish with his disappearance.

The first generation of Piccolo stared at Xiao Wukong with eyes wide open, with a gleam of resentment in his eyes, as if he wanted to kill the hateful enemy in front of him with his eyes. However, no matter how hard he tried, the strength of his body was still constantly lost.

"Although I am dead, the demons will not be destroyed!" The unwilling first generation of Piccolo roared in his heart, and the voice seemed to have crossed the boundaries of time and space.

"I can't die so easily!" The first generation Piccolo slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if to take the last breath of this world into his body. His hands began to slowly spread out, and streams of black magic overflowed from every pore of his body like a tide, gathering into a huge energy flow, circling around him. This is not only a display of his strength, but also his expectations and hopes for the future.

"My child, inherit my power and avenge me!" The first generation Piccolo silently said in his heart, his eyes became extremely firm, he knew that he could not change his fate with his own strength alone, but the pride and hatred flowing in his blood must be passed on by someone, so he concentrated all his mental strength and condensed all the remaining power in his body into a dazzling egg containing terrifying energy.

This egg is not only the power of the first generation PiccoloThe crystal is the sustenance of his will and hope. It carries the expectations of Piccolo for future generations and also foreshadows the future fate of the demons. With a deafening roar, Piccolo suddenly opened his mouth, and the egg containing infinite possibilities flew out of his mouth, cutting through the sky, leaving a dazzling trail. It was like a meteor, carrying Piccolo's will, flying towards the unknown distance.

As the egg flew away, the body of the first generation Piccolo began to tremble violently. He knew that he had reached the end of his life. He looked up at the sky, and the sky that once belonged to him now seemed so distant and strange. He closed his eyes and let the powerful force rage and explode in his body.

"Boom!" A deafening explosion sounded, and the whole sky seemed to be torn apart by this force. The blood-red light instantly filled the entire battlefield, shrouding everything in terror and despair. Little Goku was hit by this sudden force and retreated again and again. He fell to the ground, his face full of astonishment and shock. He looked up at the center of the explosion, where an invincible demon king once stood, but now there was only nothingness and silence.

At this moment, Little Goku's heart was filled with complex emotions. He felt a little fortunate for the fall of the Great Demon King Piccolo, but also felt uneasy about the sudden power. He knew that although this battle was over, new challenges and crises were quietly approaching.

Just as Goku was immersed in the afterglow of victory and worries about the future, a cold and threatening voice suddenly sounded beside him: "I didn't expect that Lord Piccolo is actually a waste. He has wasted the resources I used to help him improve his abilities. Son Goku, get ready to die!" The source of this voice was unknown, but it revealed a terrifying aura that made people shudder.