Don't let him do animation

The bottle that sealed the God was thrown out, and TJ fans immediately caught it and pulled out the cork from the bottle. A green smoke filled the air, and the God was finally free again.

The yellow-haired referee was still dedicated to his job. Although the scene was no longer lively and deserted, his commentary was always very hard-working, as if the environment he was in was a place full of people.

"What the hell is going on? How could this happen? There are actually two Piccolo Demon Kings!"

The host's voice resounded throughout the venue, speaking for himself.

The Kame-senryu people also cooperated very well and ignored him completely.
Master Roshi: "Are you the god? It was Goku who saved you with his clever tactics. He's really good at it."

The god looked towards the ring, where Sun Wukong was making a victory gesture with his right hand.

Piccolo gritted his teeth, feeling extremely humiliated, and returned to his original body.

Sun Wukong (sneered): "You actually changed back. I understand. You are afraid that I will break into your body and do something wrong again."

Piccolo was furious, as if a sore spot had been struck. He turned his palms into claws and rushed forward like a madman, screaming.

The two sides fought in a mess, and it was actually difficult to tell the winner. After all, the battle lasted for such a long time and no one could do anything to the other.

They often punch and kick each other.

"Ah~" Piccolo was determined to defeat Sun Wukong and use his blood to sacrifice for his ideal of ruling the world. With a loud roar, a golden light bullet with a tail shot out from his open palms!
The light bullet was very fast. No matter how Sun Wukong dodged it, it always followed closely behind him, as if it had locked onto his target, making it impossible for him to dodge.

Sun Wukong first used Kamehameha to create some distance for a moment, then made a big circle and quickly rushed in front of Piccolo, then flashed away.

"Ah!" Before Piccolo could figure out what was happening, he saw his own special move coming towards him.

He quickly protected his body with his arms.

"Boom~" The violent explosion swept up countless pieces of rubble and shot in all directions.

It lasted for about two or three seconds. After the explosion, the smoke dissipated and Sun Wukong appeared first. He seemed to be fine. Then Piccolo also emerged from the smoke.

At this moment, his condition was quite bad. Not only was he in a mess, but he was also bent over with one arm hanging limply, and blood was dripping onto the ground, making it bright red.

Sun Wukong (sternly): "Quickly surrender. Your hand is injured. You are definitely no match for me."

Piccolo sneered, exerted force with his left hand, and tore his entire right arm off.

Klin and the others were all shocked, their mouths wide open, unable to speak.

Even the audience in front of the screen were shocked by Piccolo's ferocity.

"It's a wolf-killer!"

"Fuck, Piccolo is so cruel, he even hurt himself and broke his arm off."

"People like this are the most terrifying. They are cruel to their enemies and even crueler to themselves."

Piccolo's self-mutilation behavior has given people a new understanding of the world.

I thought it was a brainless and crazy act, but unexpectedly, Piccolo used all his strength, his eyes were bloodshot, and finally he gritted his teeth, and a brand new arm quickly jumped out from his arm!
The same arm as before!
Piccolo's fierce eyes flashed: "I will never forgive you for pushing me to this point. Just wait and see me, the great devil Piccolo, use my final trick."

The atmosphere of terror was spreading, engulfing the entire martial arts tournament.

Piccolo was not threatening at all, the meridians in his body were exposed, and the Qi inside was in a violent state, gathering rapidly and becoming almost a substance visible to the naked eye!

Sun Wukong became alert and shouted to his companions: "Run, run, get out of there quickly."

Master Roshi also sensed something was wrong: "Things are getting serious."

All the disciples were alert and on guard, but the yellow-haired referee was stunned for a moment, then reacted and quickly explained: "The second-generation demon player seems to be concentrating an amazing amount of energy. What will happen? It is hard for all of us present to imagine."

Bulma came forward and shouted, "What time is it? Are you still explaining?"

Sun Wukong urged everyone again: "Hurry up and leave here, the sooner the better."

The special move that Piccolo prepared this time was extremely terrifying. The hurricane carried debris flying everywhere, and the entire earth was shaking violently.

This is only in the planning stage, but it already has such power. It is hard to imagine how terrifying the destructive power of this ultimate move will be!
TJ fans and others quickly blasted a hole on the ground that they could hide in and crawled into. Krillin did not forget to ask Sun Wukong to come over and hide as well.

Sun Wukong was full of fighting spirit and refused his brother's request. He wanted to defeat Piccolo fairly!
Piccolo was glowing with golden light. Seeing the stupidity of Sun Wukong, he became arrogant again: "Fool, do you really think you can withstand the attack of my last ultimate move, the Super Explosion Magic Wave?"

Sun Wukong (confident): "I can give it a try."

"Hahaha, you arrogant boy, you will regret it after you go to hell."

"go to hell!"

"Uh-huh~"

Piccolo stretched out his arms, and an intense white light shot straight into the sky, as if the entire world had turned into an extremely monotonous white. Under the powerful impact, balls of light quickly appeared all around, like the sun embedded in half of its body underground, and expanded in all directions.

Within this half sun, all buildings were razed to the ground. From a distance, the island where the martial arts tournament was held emitted a dazzling light that penetrated the clouds.

When everything disappeared, the prosperous island had been completely razed to the ground. The green vegetation and steel buildings were gone, leaving only a layer of bare yellow earth, and a beautiful artificial mushroom cloud appeared in the sky.

Piccolo felt refreshed. Although his ultimate move had left him with very little energy, he felt refreshed both physically and mentally!
"ended."

He just laughed out loud, but the next second the smile on his face froze again.

In front of him, Sun Wukong protected himself with his arms, and seemed to be fine.

"How is it? I think I've made it through." Sun Wukong spread out his arms, only his clothes were slightly damaged.

"How could this be possible? Impossible. Impossible." Piccolo's face turned green with fear, and he couldn't even finish his words in fear.

Sun Wukong (confident): "You have no hope of winning."

Right now, Piccolo is in a weak state and lacks his fighting power, while Son Goku still retains most of his fighting power.

There is no doubt that this game will end with Sun Wukong's victory.

He ran like a gust of breeze, and when he came in front of Piccolo, he launched a dazzling lightning-fast attack.

Using both fists and feet, the rain-like attacks made Piccolo unable to defend himself at all, and he could only watch helplessly as he was beaten.

Piccolo was beaten dumbfounded, and Sun Wukong's last move, Kamehameha, knocked him into the crater, where he lay on his back, motionless.

The Kame-ryu members climbed out of the safety tunnel and were first shocked by Piccolo's special move, and then learned the outcome of the battle.

Sun Wukong won!

"It looks like the winner has been decided."

"Goku is awesome."

"Great."

Everyone in the Kame-sen clan felt grateful for having survived, a feeling of relief after the crisis was resolved.

Sun Wukong was also calling on the yellow-haired referee to count down.

The yellow-haired referee came to the crater, looked down at the motionless Piccolo, and asked hesitantly: "Is he dead?"

Sun Wukong: "This guy can't die so easily, and..."

The god stood up from behind, and the fact that he was still alive was the best evidence.

The yellow-haired referee counted down with confidence.

One, two, three, seven, eight, nine
At the end, everyone at the scene was counting down happily, and Sun Wukong also turned around and gave a thumbs up.

Victory seemed to have really arrived.

But at the last second, Piccolo in the crater suddenly stood up, opened his mouth wide, and spurted out a golden beam of light that pierced through Sun Wukong's left chest. In an instant, everyone at the scene opened their eyes wide, as if struck by lightning.

Even the animation fans in front of the screen were the same. They didn't expect that even though they were sure to win the game, Sun Wukong actually lost again.

It's really hard to hold back when you have an advantage.

On the screen, Sun Wukong fell to the ground with a bang, blood gushing out from the left side of his chest, and he rolled from side to side in pain.

Piccolo stood up from the crater panting, laughing loudly, looking down at Sun Wukong and mocking him mercilessly: "You have a strong vitality. You are still alive. It's amazing for you, but unfortunately, it ends here."

"I, Piccolo the Great Demon King II, will avenge Piccolo the Great Demon King."

"go to hell."

Piccolo was extremely rampant. He kept stomping and crushing Sun Wukong's chest with his feet. He seemed to be enjoying it very much, and his expression became more and more ferocious.

"Stop it, grab your hands!" The three TJ fans couldn't stand it anymore and rushed over like crazy.

"Don't mess up!" Piccolo waved his hand, and golden lightning appeared, forcing everyone back, leaving deep grooves on the ground.

"Hiss" Sun Wukong took a breath and struggled to get up with his head down: "Great, you didn't hit my vital parts."

what?
Piccolo's face turned green with fright again.

At this moment, both of them were at the end of their strength, but Piccolo did not follow the ethics of martial arts. He took the lead and attacked directly at Sun Wukong's wound.

The pain of a hit and wound is no longer just one plus one.

After one blow, Sun Wukong fell to the ground. Piccolo continued to finish him off, extending his index finger and a beam of light as thick as a chopstick pierced his right arm again.

"Now you can say you're immobilized."

Piccolo used his ultimate move again and flew into the sky. This time he wanted to put an end to Son Goku once and for all.

The gods wanted to help, but Sun Wukong's voice came: "Stop, you must not do this."

Sun Wukong was covered in wounds and it was difficult for him to move his head.

Krillin, TJ fans and others were anxious and confused. If they didn't take action, he might die.

On the contrary, the animation fans in front of the screen seemed surprisingly calm at this moment.

wave!
At this moment, still thinking about the so-called fair battle is really stupid!
Sun Wukong was so reckless, he deserved to die.

In a moment, Piccolo's ultimate move was released, lightning flashed in the sky, and a silver light that was no less powerful than Kamehameha came down.

"Ah~ Hahahaha~" Piccolo laughed wildly.

"Boom~" the explosion reappeared.

Another mushroom cloud rose up, with strong winds gusting and flying everywhere at any time. The craters on the ground were almost enough to cover the entire area of ​​the original arena.

Piccolo landed at the edge and looked down. There was nothing there.

"It has completely turned to ashes."

"Even if the dragon appears again, there is no way to revive him."

"Hahaha! I won. Sun Wukong is dead, dead."

"The world now belongs to me. The demonic world full of horrors is about to be resurrected."

Piccolo was getting more and more crazy, laughing loudly, and couldn't help celebrating.

"Goku!" Bulma cried bitterly in Niu Chi-Chi's arms.

"Ah~ Go to hell!" Krillin rushed out with tears in his eyes, punching. As soon as they started fighting, he was knocked out in just two rounds.

Master Roshi was silent. This was the worst situation.

After Piccolo finished laughing, he looked at the people present (confidently): "Don't be sad, I will take care of you all, and then we can go to hell to find Sun Wukong."

Suddenly, TJ fans discovered that Sun Wukong was not dead, and was diving headfirst in the sky.

"You're doomed to fail this time."

Sun Wukong used the big head cone, even though his body couldn't move, he still had his head!

Piccolo had no way to dodge and was hit by the attack. His chest was hit and he slid backwards dozens of meters, leaving a long gully. He struggled several times at the end but was still unable to stand up.

Sun Wukong finally won the game and became the strongest man in the world.

At this time, the yellow-haired referee used a tape measure to measure the ring and confirmed the scope of the ring drawn by Piccolo before announcing the result.

"Won."

"Goku!"

Everyone cheered and ran towards Sun Wukong who was lying on the ground.

On an inconspicuous sand dune, the timid Yajirobei also poked his head out to make sure it was safe. He patted the dirt off his body, walked in front of Sun Wukong, and said to everyone, "Don't worry about him."

Sun Wukong (weak): "Ajirobe, why are you here?"

Yajirobei blushed and took out the Senzu beans: "I just came to see the battle situation, come and eat."

Medical miracle, Sun Wukong's pierced wound healed in the blink of an eye!
Everyone cheered again, and Sun Wukong even jumped to a height of a hundred meters to vent his excitement. Suddenly, he saw Piccolo and the gods below, his face suddenly froze and he rushed towards the ground.

The god was filled with murderous intent and was about to drop his dagger towards Piccolo, but Sun Wukong appeared in time at the critical moment.

“???” Everyone at the scene.

“???” Countless people in front of the screen.

It's time to go crazy again, right?

Why not kill Piccolo now? Are you going to keep him to look after your children in the future?
The gods asked, Sun Wukong asked.

No matter what, Piccolo cannot be killed and the gods cannot die.

The god remained silent, not wanting the evil he had left behind to bring disaster to the world, and he slowly explained his intentions.

"In fact, I shouldn't have continued to be a god a long time ago. It's because of me that there is a demon like Piccolo. His power is far greater than mine, and he has plunged the world into chaos."

"I am not qualified to be a god."

The god lowered his head, blaming himself deeply.

Master Roshi stepped forward and said, "But think about it, it was you who led the world to peace again. If it weren't for the Dragon Balls you made, Goku and everyone here wouldn't have met and grown up together, and all of this started from..."

It begins with a bad girl bringing an innocent boy out from the deep mountains and forests with evil intentions.

A careful analysis shows that, except for the yellow-haired referee, everyone present has an indirect friendly relationship with the gods.

Master Roshi learned from Master Wu Taidou and Master Karin. There is no need to say much about his disciples. Among them, Sun Wukong has a direct relationship with the gods.

Therefore, it is reasonable and logical that gods cannot die.

Master Kame: "It's you. You protected this world."

The god looked at the martial artists who were forging ahead on the right path, and gradually felt relieved: "Wukong, you should feel very happy that you have met such a good master."

Wukong nodded. If it weren't for the flaw of being extremely lustful, it would be even more perfect. (End of this chapter)