After ending the call with Master Roshi, Monkey King and Bulma took the aircraft to West City.
At this time, West City was already in chaos because of King Piccolo's declaration. Vehicles on the suspended overpasses were congested like a long dragon. Many cars had collided with each other and were emitting black smoke. The drivers were quarreling, and sirens and horns were blaring together. In the face of a disaster, all the negative emotions of humans were expressed.
In order to get home faster, Bulma put away the aircraft and then sat on the Flying Nimbus with Monkey King on his back.
Bulma pointed to the front and said, "Monkey King, fly a little faster."
"Umm." Monkey King nodded. The Flying Nimbus streaked across the sky, leaving behind a blurry and long ribbon-like trajectory.
Bulma's home.
Monkey King jumped down from the Flying Nimbus with Bulma on his back. At this time, Dr. Brives and Bulma's mother were watering the flowers and feeding the pets in the yard as usual. There was no sense of urgency before the arrival of a disaster.
"Mom, Dad, why haven't you hidden in the underground air-raid shelter yet? King Piccolo is coming. " As soon as Bulma entered the yard and saw that her parents were still so relaxed, she couldn't help but shout and go into the house to pack up her things.
Dr. Brives was the richest man in the world. Under his house, there was an air-raid shelter that could resist a nuclear bomb attack. However, because the shelter was built too deep, preparations needed to be made in advance when evacuating. Otherwise, if they were still in the underground passage when the disaster occurred, they would inevitably be affected.
Dr. Brives held a cigarette in his mouth, wiped his glasses, and put them back on. "Oh, that King Piccolo hasn't come yet. What's there to be nervous about?"
"…"
Bulma was speechless for a while. Her parents' psychological quality was not ordinary. Others were busy running for their lives, but they were still leisurely.
At that moment, Bulma's mother walked over with a plate in her hand. She handed a drink to Monkey King and said, "Little Monkey King, this is for you."
Monkey King took the drink and gulped it down. Bulma stomped her feet angrily. Didn't her parents have any sense of crisis? Bulma was worried for them.
"That's right, where is my sister? Is she not back yet? "Bulma couldn't help but ask as she looked left and right but didn't see Thaïs coming out. Things were different now. The outside world was very chaotic, and it was very dangerous for Thaïs to be alone outside.
"Thaïs will be back soon."
Dr. Brives picked up a cup of coffee and drank it. Not long after, a hurried braking sound came from outside the courtyard, and soon, a beautiful blonde woman came in. When she saw Bulma, the beautiful woman's eyes lit up, and she waved her arms and shouted at her.
"Bulma, you're back. Do you know … King Piccolo is coming to West City? Such a good material will definitely resonate … Art comes from life, this is definitely a theme that everyone can empathize with!"
Thaïs displayed her shortcoming as a novelist and talked non-stop. Since the last time she wrote a novel based on the real background of the universe and sold it in the universe, Thaïs deeply realized how important it was for the author and the reader to resonate with each other!
Theme, it still depends on the theme!
Stroking her forehead, Bulma sighed speechlessly. She didn't know why the people in her family were all a bit strange, and their nerves were too thick.
At this time, Thaïs looked at Monkey King and stared straight at the tail behind him. The more she looked, the brighter her eyes became.
"What's the matter?" Bulma asked.
Thaïs shook her head and didn't speak. She then called Bulma to help her move the luggage from the car to her home. Thaïs usually lived alone in a rented house outside to create literature. Now that the outside world was very chaotic, she temporarily returned to her home in West City.
"That King Piccolo is approaching," Monkey King suddenly put down the drink bottle in his hand and said.
Bulma wanted to ask him how he knew, but when she thought that martial artists like Monkey King had mastered magical powers in the eyes of ordinary people, she didn't ask.
She worriedly said, "Is that King Piccolo powerful? Can you beat him?" The implication was that if he couldn't beat him, it was better to hide as soon as possible.
Monkey King shook his head and said confidently, "If King Piccolo's strength is only as strong as mine, I can defeat him."
Monkey King looked very confident, and his resolute eyes stared straight at the sky.
Thaïs moved the luggage and poked her head out of the house, just in time to hear the conversation between Monkey King and Bulma. She, who knew something about the Milky Way Galaxy, couldn't help but think, 'A Saiyan's ability is definitely more powerful than that King Piccolo. With Monkey King here, there shouldn't be too much danger!'
Soon, King Piccolo's Ki entered the sky above West City. At this time, Monkey King grinned and said, "He is already here. This Ki is very strong, but it has a declining feeling."
"Bulma, you hide underground. I will go meet King Piccolo." After saying that, Monkey King called over the Flying Nimbus, jumped on it, and flew towards King Piccolo's position.
"Be careful!" Bulma shouted at the departing back of Monkey King.
Thaïs walked over and put her hand on Bulma's shoulder. "Don't worry, Little Monkey King is very powerful. Maybe he will become the hero who saves the world. Umm, I will write a novel based on him."
Thaïs couldn't speak without talking about her old profession. She was thinking about new creations.
… …
In the sky at the center of West City.
King Piccolo was standing on the spacious deck of an aircraft, looking fiercely at the prosperous city below. "What a beautiful city! This should be the most prosperous city on Earth!" Thinking that the humans below would soon turn into ashes in his hands, he couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
Next to him, countless cameras were aimed at him and the city below. King Piccolo wanted everyone in the world to know his power and thoroughly plunge humans into fear.
At this time, King Piccolo's expression slightly changed. He suddenly sensed a powerful aura approaching. That aura was strong and spirited, unlike his aura, which carried a sense of decay.
"This feeling … Is there still a powerful martial artist on Earth?" King Piccolo's old face couldn't help but tremble. The aura fluctuations coming from the other side of the sky made him anxious and fearful.
Soon, Monkey King arrived in front of King Piccolo on the Flying Nimbus.
"You are King Piccolo? You aren't that powerful, yet you have killed so many humans. " Monkey King stared at King Piccolo seriously. The evil and decaying aura emanating from King Piccolo's body made him somewhat uncomfortable. This feeling was not like the Ki of a martial artist that he had encountered before. It didn't have the kind of vigorous impulse that could stimulate his fighting desire.
"A human martial artist?" With a deep and hoarse voice, King Piccolo sized up Monkey King, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled. He was secretly amused by his previous worries. 'Tsk tsk, just a child who hasn't grown up yet!
Although the aura on his body is exuberant, he still doesn't know how to restrain it. '
At this time, the scene of their confrontation was transmitted to all over the world through the nearby cameras. People all over the world knew that a seemingly young martial artist had come forward to resist King Piccolo.
"Who is this young man?"
"I haven't seen him, but that golden cloud is so powerful. It can even carry people …"
"That young man looks familiar. Ah, he was the runner-up of the last two World Martial Arts Tournaments. He is a very powerful martial artist."
Few people knew the identity of Monkey King, but many people who had personally attended the World Martial Arts Tournament recognized Monkey King at once. They had a very deep impression of this magical young man. At this time, this young man came forward to fight King Piccolo. What would the result be?
It was as if the World Martial Arts Tournament was being staged once again. They all stared at the cameras, and their hearts couldn't help but be filled with anticipation.
Soon, the battle between King Piccolo and Monkey King began. They fought back and forth in mid-air, and countless dark blue energy waves swept around like lasers. Flyovers and high-rise buildings collapsed and were destroyed in the battle between the two. The scene of the battle quickly spread to more than half of West City. The once bustling West City seemed to be on the verge of collapse …
Through the cameras, this shocking scene was displayed in front of everyone. People who knew little about martial arts, after witnessing this battle with their own eyes, held their breath and stared seriously, deeply afraid of missing any wonderful scenes.
"So powerful! That's really not a special effect. They can also fire rockets in their hands …"
"That's not a rocket, it's a martial artist's Energy Wave."
"Monkey King is the disciple of the God of Martial Arts, Master Roshi. That powerful move is called Energy Wave."
"It is said that martial artists who can fire Energy Wave are all very top-notch!"
Everyone watched seriously, and from time to time, they would discuss spiritedly. Some of the audience had some knowledge and knew that the move used by Monkey King was called Energy Wave, while some people who didn't know much about martial arts knew that humans could become so powerful after practicing martial arts.
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