MTL - I Copy Under One Punch-Chapter 333 Advent Dragon Ball

  Chapter 333 Descending Dragon Ball

  The full moon is in the sky, and the bright moonlight sprinkles the earth.

  In the sparsely populated wilderness, a hole the size of a millstone suddenly appeared, and Aomori rushed out from inside, holding a vest in his hand.

  After bidding farewell to the world of Conan, Aomori, who felt that he had reached a bottleneck, finally made a decision after going through two dungeons and three worlds.

  He used [heavy training suit] as a signpost and came to the world of "Dragon Ball".

   "Which episode is it now?"

  If it was Goku in the early stage, Aomori can walk sideways without fear, but if it is in the late stage, I am afraid that he will have to lurk temporarily.

   Aomori, who was not familiar with the information, decided to restore his state to full strength first, just in case, this journey was much harder than before.

  He found a hidden place to sit down, let Absolu and Darkley come out to protect the law, and then entered a state of meditation.

   Not long after, Absolu shouted loudly, waking up Aomori.

  He opened his eyes, and felt a figure rushing towards him with astonishing momentum.

  Aomori put Absolu away and took a closer look, the figure in the sky was a person covered in green.

  He was wearing a white cloak and a white turban wrapped around his head. He stared at Aomori with an unkind expression, and said murderously, "Get out of here while I haven't changed my mind!"

  ‘Well, this kind of arrogant tone should be the second-generation Piccolo. It doesn't feel scary at all to me now, and it can be ruled out that it is the plot after Namek. '

   While thinking, Aomori showed a rebellious smile: "Green-faced monster, do you know who you are talking to? The natives on a mere uncivilized planet dare to act presumptuously in front of the great warrior from Nebula M87?"

   When facing these Z fighters, you must not be weak, otherwise you will not be able to highlight your sense of presence and become a background board like cannon fodder tea and three-eyed boy.

Before arriving, Aomori has made a plan. If it is the plot after Namek, he will develop insignificantly; if he has not been on Namek, then he will be embarrassed. Become the leader of the Z fighters before completely becoming a hang-up.

   "Nebula M87? Are you not from Earth?" Hearing Aomori's words, Piccolo frowned and looked Aomori up and down, unable to estimate his depth.

  In "Dragon Ball", you usually sense the opponent's aura to know his strength.

  The so-called "Qi" refers to the energy stored in the human body in a narrow sense, and even includes life energy or spiritual power such as vitality, courage and righteousness in a broad sense.

  Wukong and others in the middle and later stages can achieve telepathy, which is also an advanced use of Qi.

   It is worth mentioning that their physical strength is not very high. If there is no energy, ordinary knives and guns can break through defenses.

  Qi is the foundation of their battle.

   Therefore, when Aomori was concentrating his energy, Piccolo could only vaguely realize that Aomori's strength was not weak, but it was not clear to what extent.

  After experiencing the attack of the previous Saiyans, he became deeply vigilant against this kind of aliens.

"Earth? Is this called Earth? It's such a simple and clear name." Aomori shook his head, flew to the opposite side of Piccolo, and said with a big smile, "It seems that you should be the strongest person on Earth, since So, just fight with me. I hope you can give me a little surprise."

   "I'm not the strongest, but if you want to fight, I'll accompany you at any time!" Piccolo grinned, showing sharp teeth. He is also a militant.

   "I won't bully you either, come on, I'll let you attack first." Aomori said proudly with his arms folded.

   "Hmph, looking for death!"

   Piccolo's eyes flashed coldly, and his body rushed to Aomori like a phantom. Using both hands and feet, they blasted towards Aomori with the power of piercing mountains and cracking rocks.

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   "Is it only to this extent? I think highly of you." Aomori sneered, and raised one finger to block Piccolo's offensive.

"This is impossible!"

   Seeing that Aomori couldn't do anything with the punches and kicks, Piccolo immediately backed away, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead: 'This guy, obviously not strong during the fight, why did he easily block my moves? Maybe it's an existence stronger than that Saiyan. '

  However, Piccolo is not someone who gives up easily. He threw off the turban and cloak with a solemn face. When the clothes fell to the ground, there was a heavy bang, and a pile of dust burst out.

   "I admit that you are really strong, so I will go all out. Drink!"

  He put his hands on his waist, shouted suddenly, and forced out all the hidden power in his body. The powerful impact was transformed into a hurricane, blowing away all the smoke and dust around him.

   "Oh, it's still looking good now." Aomori secretly breathed a sigh of relief, if this is Piccolo's full strength, then he can win this battle beautifully.

   "I hope you can still laugh later." Piccolo opened his palms and aimed at Aomori, moving his hands together, shooting out small light waves one after another like a machine gun, densely covering a small piece of sky.

   Aomori wanted to feel the power of the energy wave, so he didn't use [Teleportation] to dodge, but stayed where he was, laying a thick shield of thought power in front of him.

  The energy waves kept bombarding the Psychic Shield, causing ripples, but in the end it was a little short and did not shatter.

   "Successful?" Piccolo panted, narrowing his eyes and staring at the thick smoke ahead.

  Originally, he just wanted to use this move as a starting move to force Aomori to show his flaws, but he didn't expect that the opponent would not dodge.

  In his induction, Aomori's qi has been staying there, without moving, and without the slightest decline.

  ‘Qi has not declined? ’ Piccolo was startled, clenched his fist tightly, ‘Cut, is it another monster? '

  After the smoke cleared, as he expected, nothing happened to Aomori, not even his clothes were damaged.

   "Don't use these embarrassing moves. You should still have one or two killer moves. Just use them. If you can't surprise me, no wonder I'm cruel." Aomori raised his head, looked down at Piccolo, and said.

   "Arrogant alien, you will pay for this!" Feeling the humiliation brought about by his weakness again, Piccolo clenched his teeth, slowly put the index finger and **** of his right hand together, and pressed them to his forehead.

  ‘Hmm, did you really use this trick? ’ Aomori stared intently at Piccolo, observing the flow of qi in his body.

  As time went by, Piccolo's **** gathered a lot of Qi. Since the situation was not urgent, he wanted to squeeze out all the Qi and finish his work in one fell swoop.

  Finally, his move was completed, and Piccolo threw his **** at Aomori: "Come on, this is all my power! Magic Gun Light Kill Cannon!"

  A super-powerful energy beam surrounded by spiral energy shoots out from between the two fingers, the sky and the earth are instantly brightened, and the bright moonlight is also eclipsed.

  Aomori's eyes brightened, imitating Piccolo's movement, put his **** together, stretched forward suddenly, and also shot out a spiral light wave.

   "This" in Piccolo's shocked eyes, two energy beams collided together.

  In an instant, an earth-shattering explosion appeared in the air, and the destructive atmosphere spread to distant regions along with the aftermath.

  In the temple floating in the sky, a person who looks very similar to Piccolo is looking at the direction of the battle between the two of Aomori. The difference from Piccolo is that his face is full of wrinkles.

  Behind him, several people are practicing hard.

   "God, what's wrong with you?" The dark-skinned servant Bobo keenly sensed that the expression of the **** was wrong.

  “Another powerful alien warrior has appeared on Earth, and even Piccolo is no match.”

  Tian Shen's flat voice exploded in front of everyone like a thunderbolt.

   "How is this possible? Aren't the Saiyans coming in a year?" Krillin, who had a shiny bald head, exclaimed.

   "Not a Saiyan." Tenjin replied.

   "So it's not a Saiyan, that's okay." Krillin heaved a sigh of relief.

   "But he is even more unfathomable than the previous Saiyans."

"Eh?!"

   "Then what should we do?" Tianjin Fan, a member of the Three-Eyed Tribe, said in a deep voice, "Even Wukong is gone. If Piccolo is no match, the rest of us are useless."

   "Damn it! Why do those aliens always want to come to Earth to cause trouble!" Yamcha, who was gradually reduced to cannon fodder, said unwillingly.

  The atmosphere on the field suddenly froze.

   "Calm down, maybe things are not as bad as we imagined. Let's talk about it after we figure out his purpose." Heavenly God turned his head and looked down again.

   "Ahem." Piccolo, who was affected by the aftermath of the explosion, struggled to climb out of the pile of rubble, feeling a shadow enveloping him.

  He raised his head, looked at Aomori who was unharmed, and fell silent.

"The trick just now was very good. It made me a little bit interested in you. Congratulations, you have the qualifications to survive. Not only that, but I will also train you hard to make you stronger." An excited smile appeared on Aomori's face.

   "?" Piccolo didn't know, so: "Why? What is your purpose?"

"It's natural to cultivate people who can defeat me." Aomori's eyes were full of enthusiasm: "I'm really too strong, so strong that no one on my home planet can arouse my desire to fight. That's why I left my home planet alone and wandered around the universe, looking for someone who can fight me! Unfortunately, there are very few such people even in the universe."

   "Although your strength is a bit weak, you must be talented enough to grow to your current strength on such a wild planet. Under my training, you should be able to fight me in a battle."

   "Hehe, hahahaha!" Piccolo suddenly laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

  Bick stopped smiling, and said coldly: "I thought you were some kind of powerful person, but it turned out that you were just a frog in a well. Have you ever heard of Saiyans?"

   "The fighting ethnic Saiyans? Of course I have heard of them. But it is said that they have been wiped out and become legends."

   "No, there are still a few of their clansmen alive, and I killed one of them just a few days ago."

   "Heh, to be killed by you is nothing more than a fighting nation."

"I killed only the weakest of them." Piccolo stood up, looked directly at Aomori without fear, and said, "One year later, there will be two Saiyans who are many times stronger than him. Come to Earth, do you dare to fight them?"

  'Just wait for your words! ’ From Piccolo’s words, Aomori finally understood where the plot at this time came from.

   Now it should be when Goku just died with his own eldest brother, and Z fighters are preparing to fight against the Saiyan prince. This plot is also the beginning of the collapse of Dragon Ball's fighting power.

In just one year, the combat power of each of them has jumped from more than one hundred and two hundred to one or two thousand, an increase of nearly 10 times, as if the gods fed them Jinkela, and they improved a little after drinking super divine water Wukong can withdraw from the group.

   Even better is Piccolo, who has changed from more than 400 to more than 3,000 by exercising on his own, which has doubled his progress over the past eight years.

  Abandoning the distracting thoughts in his mind, Aomori chuckled, glanced at Piccolo, and said, "They are here to seek revenge from you, do you want to use my strength to resist them? You are really brave enough."

  ‘This guy, although he is as aggressive as Monkey King, is much smarter than him. ’ Piccolo lowered his eyes and bared his fangs.

   "However, I don't care about these, as long as there is a battle! What about Saiyans?!" Aomori excitedly burst out all the remaining energy in his body.

  The frightening momentum instantly blasted Piccolo, who was in poor condition, and knocked down four or five stone pillars, which were embedded on a huge stone rock.

  ‘It’s so powerful, much stronger than Raditz before! ’ Piccolo raised his trembling arm and wiped the purple blood from his mouth.

   At this time, in a private house thousands of miles away, a woman with a good figure looked at the beeping monocle in front of her, put it on, and immediately let out a scream.

   "The combat power is 8200? How is this possible?! It should be a malfunction. Well, let me tinker with it again."

After successfully intimidating Piccolo, Aomori twisted his neck, pretending to be dissatisfied and said: "Damn it, if it hadn't been for the loss of a lot of energy before coming to Earth, it wouldn't be so powerful. I was thinking of knocking you out. "

  ‘Isn’t it in its prime yet? ’ Piccolo took a breath, and his evaluation was higher than Aomori’s, ‘Perhaps only he is needed to solve the crisis in a year. Don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. '

   When he was in a state of confusion, he suddenly sensed a powerful aura erupting not far away, and this aura was still rising.

   "The direction is that kid, right?!"

  Bick just wanted to get up and fly over there to see what happened, when he heard Aomori's excited voice: "It turns out that there are really people stronger than you on this earth, interesting, interesting!"

   As he spoke, a dazzling light burst out from Aomori's body, and he flew out like a missile.

   "Wait! Damn it!" Piccolo struggled to get up, gathered the little energy left, and slowly chased after him.

   After flying for tens of seconds, a giant ape as big as a hill appeared in Aomori's vision.

   "Oh, it really is you, Nobihan."

  (end of this chapter)