Konoha: I Have Kakarot Inside Me

Chapter 267 The only man in Dragon Ball who dares to act angry

Contrary to most people's expectations, Kling won the victory with clever tactics.

"Finally won."

After hearing the host's announcement, Kelin simply sat down on the ground. The battle with Lei Wu consumed a lot of his physical strength and energy, which can be said to be basically exhausted.

Strong strength is only an aid, and brains, strategies, and moves are all the keys to victory.

Everything is not absolute, and combat power is only a value for reference. It is not impossible for the weak to defeat the strong.

Of course, the group of cosmic people outside the earth who only have muscles but not brains, and whose combat power data is king, is not included.

"Get out, I didn't lose." Lei Wu pulled his body out of the dirt: "I was just careless, this time it doesn't count."

While speaking, regardless of the host's stop, he was about to re-enter the ring.

"Failure is failure, you look too embarrassed, Lei Wu."

Only hearing Piccolo's cold voice sounded, Lei Wu froze.

"King" Lei Wu turned around with difficulty.

"Go back."

As a loser, Lei Wu also stopped arguing, and returned to Piccolo's side in despair, bowed his head and said nothing.

It's just that his trembling body betrayed his current mood.

Piccolo doesn't like losers.

Even the demon man standing on the other side was a little apprehensive.

How terrifying Piccolo is, the demon man who is his right-hand man knows very well.

This is the real demon king, the great terror that walks in the world.

"Learn the lesson from this time." Who knew that Piccolo did not punish Lei Wu: "I don't want to see a next time."

"You understand that?"

As a devil king, he can't blindly implement torture, and occasionally he can tolerate mistakes made by his more optimistic subordinates.

The main reason is that Piccolo recalled a story about the Great Demon King of Wutian mentioned by Naruto. This demon king named Wutian often understood the frequent mistakes of his subordinates.

But Piccolo also has principles, he is not the devil named Wutian, and the number of times he tolerates is limited to one time.

If there is another time for Lei Wu, then...

"Understood, understood." Lei Wu nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and stood obediently on the other side of Piccolo, which was in stark contrast to the arrogant appearance when facing Kelin.

"Huh" the devil man and the mummy man heaved a sigh of relief.

Although it wasn't to punish them, they were also terrified to death.

'If only that guy Ashura was here, he can always appease the angry king. '

"The next game is Tianjin Rice VS Mummy."

"Two contestants, please come on stage."

Tianjin Fan, wearing a small black vest, stepped onto the ring at the same time as the mummy walking heavily.

"Huh? I seem to have seen that guy somewhere." Wukong looked at the mummy on the stage, fell into deep memories, then frowned, and said to Qiqi next to him: "You are too close, Qiqi Qi."

"Husbands and wives are so close." Qiqi hugged Wukong's arm, and her whole body stuck to it, with a happy face.

"But your ass is pressing on me."

"It's the mummy from Grandma Zhanbo." Kelin recognized the other party's identity and explained to everyone: "Yamucha was defeated by him back then."

"It's not Grandma Zhanbo, it's Grandma Zhanbao." Yamucha corrected, but just after finishing speaking, she realized something was wrong: "Huh?"

"It's not Granny Zhanbao, she's Granny Bunker." Oolong and Poole said in unison.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Immortal Gui couldn't stand it any longer: "That's my sister, Granny Nian."

However, after speaking, Gui Xianren was also silent.

"."

Obviously I feel that I know it, but when I say it, it will become another meaning.

‘Did my sister get something strange again? '

The spring of immortality that Guixian drank back then was given to him by his sister.

Although the strength of the mummy was many times stronger than before, he was not the opponent of Tianjin Fan, and he was knocked out of the ring with just a few moves.

"You are far from the opponent's strength. It's normal that you can't fight. When you get back, report to Ashura."

Piccolo didn't mean to blame the mummy at all.

It is a completely impossible task for a person whose fighting strength is 4 times different to defeat the opponent.

In particular, the mummy is not a tactical player like Kelin.

"The next match will be Magic Second Generation VS Yamcha."

Yamcha: "Pfft"

A mouthful of old blood was almost spat out.

It's not good to hit anyone, but this big devil.

"Two contestants, please come on stage."

Yamucha had a sad expression on his face, but he did not abstain and chose to take the stage.

"I'm going to check the strength of that demon king for you."

"Be careful, that guy is very strong." Before leaving, Wukong explained emphatically.

'Can you be strong? Bulma said that my combat power is more than 600, and the opponent's combat power is almost three times the gap at 1500. '

Looking at the green piccolo and feeling the terrifying aura exuded by the other party, Yamucha swallowed hard, and showed a polite yet awkward smile: "Hello."

"Human martial artist." Piccolo looked at Yamcha coldly. Piccolo, who has all the memories of Piccolo, has naturally seen Yamcha's appearance: "You were one of the people who fought my father back then."

Although Yamcha went to make soy sauce, it was purely to make up the number.

"Three minutes." Piccolo stretched out three fingers: "You have three minutes, during which you can use all your strength and do everything possible to please me."

"If it satisfies me, I can consider sparing your life."

"If it doesn't satisfy me, then..."

"Go to hell and confess to my father."

"Stop looking down on people." Seeing Piccolo's contempt for him, Yamucha's anger overwhelmed his fear: "I'm also a member of Guixianliu."

"If you are too careless, you will suffer as badly as your subordinate."

However, Piccolo just nodded, and even said: "You can also use the method of that little bald head just now."

The tactic Yamcha Klin used just now is not because he doesn’t want to use it, but because he doesn’t know the Sun Fist at all.

"Damn it." Yamucha leaned forward slightly, concentrating his energy between his grasps: "Look at me."

"New*Spike Wind Fist!"

As if transformed into a lone wolf, Yamcha swooped towards Piccolo.

"Oh? It imitates the method of predation of animals as an attacking move." Piccolo stood still in place, easily avoiding Yamcha's fierce attack.

"pity."

"The trick of imitating animals has long been played badly among the demons."

"There is no reference value."

After watching Yamucha's whole set of Spike Wind Fist, Piccolo exhaled at Yamucha: "Back!"

Yamucha only felt a burst of vigor rushing towards him, as if a powerful fist had hit his abdomen, knocking him flying.

"The next move."

Piccolo's voice sounded like an order.

'The gap is too big, even if I try my best, I will not be his opponent. ’ Yamucha wiped the bloodline overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and stood up from the ground while clutching his abdomen. He had already clearly sensed the huge gap between the enemy and us.

Just breathing almost knocked him to his knees.

Yamcha took a deep breath and put on a fighting stance again.

"Turtle Immortal Fluid Technique!"

"Human boring moves."

Another breath, this time almost broke Yamucha's bones.

"Let me see some interesting moves."

Then Yamcha used all the tricks of Pinghui, but it was a pity that none of them had any effect against Piccolo.

Not long after, he was sprayed with injuries all over his body.

"Why doesn't Yamcha use Kamepai Qigong?" Kelin looked at Yamcha who was beaten by "Tun Qi" worriedly, and said doubtfully.

"Maybe I don't want Piccolo to know about this move. After all, you can do it too. If the opponent sees your weakness, it will be very bad for you."

Naruto saw Yamcha's intentions and explained: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you are seen. The characteristic of Kamehae Qigong is that there are a thousand ways to use it in the hands of a thousand people. Everyone's qi is different. The tricks derived from this are also quite different.”

"Is there no more interesting moves?" Looking at the bruised and crumbling Yamucha in front of him, Piccolo showed a regretful expression.

"Then you are worthless."

"Heh" Yamucha smiled miserably. Originally, he thought he could test out the opponent's strength, even if it was partly wild, but in the end, the opponent just blew a few breaths and he couldn't do it.

"I wanted to leave this trick to Wukong."

"It seems that it can only be used in advance."

I saw Yamcha holding his right hand tightly with his left hand to get his wrist.

"Oh? Concentrate all the Qi in the palm of your hand?" Piccolo showed a rare curiosity on his face.

Accompanied by a burst of white light, a round qigong bomb suddenly appeared in Yamcha's palm.

"Ha!" I saw Yamucha put two fingers together and pointed at Piccolo, and the qigong bomb rushed towards Piccolo's position as if being manipulated.

"Let's see it, my strongest move - air bomb!"

Appeared, the only man in the Dragon Ball world who dared to be angry.

"Dididi" Bulma's ear again sounded the combat effectiveness tester's alarm.

Combat power of air bombs - 880 points!

"It's an interesting move." Piccolo nodded, not dodging or evading, intending to take the qigong bullet head-on: "But the attack method is too simple."

"Hey" Yamucha showed a smile when he saw this: "The secret of manipulating qi bombs lies in"

Just when the qigong bomb was about to be installed on the piccolo, Yamucha shouted.

"I can manipulate this power at will!"

Lift up with two fingers.

"above!"

I saw that the qigong bullet changed its trajectory with a 'swish' and flew upwards.

Piccolo was taken aback by this series of operations.

"Curve!"

Seeing this, Yamucha immediately continued to manipulate the qigong bomb, made a circle at an extremely fast speed, and came behind Piccolo.

"go!"

Yamucha swung forcefully, and the qigong ball slammed into Piccolo's back fiercely.

"Successful!"

However, the qigong bomb passed through Piccolo's body without hindrance.

Afterimage fist!

"Your control of qi is not precise enough." I saw a palm with sharp nails stretched out and grabbed Yamcha's 'qi bomb': "It's because all the attention is focused on manipulating this qigong bomb. Did the above ignore the surroundings?"

"Interesting move, I'm very satisfied." Piccolo stared at the qigong bomb that he had caught for a few seconds, and then squeezed hard, and the qigong bomb with Yamcha's full strength was easily squeezed and exploded.

"Congratulations, you have saved your life."

With a light wave at Yamcha, a gust of wind pushed Yamcha out of the arena.

"The winner is the Demon Second Generation."

"As expected of our king." Along with the referee's announcement, Lei Wu said loudly, "I can't learn that kind of elegant fighting style in my whole life."

The demon man glanced at Lei Wu without leaving a trace, I will never be able to learn your shameless flattery.

"Crane VS Dumpling, two contestants please come on stage."

"Master Master." Dumpling looked at the Crane Immortal in front of him, and stammered.

"Traitor, do you have anything to say when you see me?" Crane Immortal stroked the beard of his chin and said softly, "Do you know how miserable I have been for the past three years?"

"If you would listen to me then."

"I'm sorry"

Dumpling wouldn't be so unbearable if it was facing anyone, only when facing Immortal Crane, after all, it could be said that Immortal Crane brought up the dumplings.

Crane Immortal pointed at the dumpling with trembling hands: "The worst thing is that you two guys don't have the slightest idea of ​​looking for me."

Speaking of this, Immortal Crane's eyes instantly turned red: "Three years. For three years, every morning when I wake up, I see that brat, that devil wearing glasses!"

'And poop. '

Immortal Crane really couldn't say the last few words.

"I won't let you go easily."

Crane Immortal hated his teeth itching, thought that his two apprentices might not be able to find him these years, so they didn't come. As a result, after he came back, he knew that his apprentice hadn't even wanted to find him in the past few years, and went to the Temple of Heaven to practice. The resentment of Immortal Crane exploded directly.

"Especially Tianjin Rice."

"I will let you know the fate of deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors."

"Brother Tian." Jiaozi murmured in a low voice. Jiaozi, who was trembling all over, cheered up again after hearing the words of Crane Immortal's revenge on Tianjin Fan.

He aimed his hands at Immortal Crane, and a blue light flashed in his eyes.

This is a harbinger of using superpowers.

However, even Wukong's invincible superpower is useless to He Xianren. As a dumpling master, he naturally knows the ability of dumpling.

"Give up. I taught you since I was a child. I know better than you how far your superpowers can go."

I saw Immortal Crane walking towards Jiaozi step by step, every step was like a heavy hammer hitting Jiaozi's heart, when he got in front of Jiaozi, Jiaozi had completely given up resistance.

Even with his current strength, even if his super power fails, he can still fight the Crane Immortal with a few strokes.

"Jiaozi." Immortal Crane stretched out his hand and pressed it on Jiaozi's head.

The next moment, Jiaozi lost consciousness.

"The winner is the crane."

(end of this chapter)