Civilian Naruto: Becoming invincible from the Eight Gates

Even so, Master Roshi decided to go and join in the fun; after all, it would be a waste not to see a good show.

"This time you need to stop while you're ahead and not get too carried away, otherwise the residents in the neighborhood will definitely not be able to stand the noise."

Klin, who was temporarily acting as the referee, carefully explained the rules. He remembered that the last time these two people got into a fight for some reason.

The commotion was so loud it felt like an earthquake. If it hadn't been stopped in time, their house would probably have collapsed, not to mention the people around them.

Although there aren't many people living nearby, it still occasionally affects them.

"Don't worry, don't worry, we will do it."

With his eyes filled with fighting spirit, Sun Wukong didn't pay any attention to what Krillin said and readily agreed.

"So much nonsense."

Vegeta completely ignored Krillin's words, shook his head, and looked seriously at Goku in front of him.

He planned to let the other party make the first move, after all, he was a member of the royal bloodline among the Saiyans.

Although our combat strength is currently inferior to the opponent's, we should still show some courtesy.

The two quickly started fighting, and this time they used martial arts techniques they had learned on Earth.

"They're moving so fast! Can you even see them clearly? I can't even see their shadows anymore."

Wulong, watching from the side, was also amazed. He felt as if he were seeing two black shadows jumping around in his eyes, their clear appearance almost impossible to discern.

If that terrifying speed got behind me, I probably wouldn't even have time to react before it slapped me a few times.

"We can barely see a little bit, but not much. It seems we still have a lot to learn."

Klin strained his eyes, but could barely see the hem of their clothes. Yet, he was already quite satisfied with this progress.

After all, last time we couldn't even see their shadows, but now we've at least made considerable progress.

"Hmph, really, what's the point of watching them here? You'd be better off using that time to practice your skills."

Piccolo leaned arrogantly to one side, but his eyes involuntarily looked up at the sky, feeling extremely ashamed of his previous experience of dying.

If I had enough fighting power, my home planet would never have suffered such an invasion.

And when you no longer want to seek justice, you'll be slapped to death by someone else.

He felt immense shame whenever he thought about it, but it was a pity.

Piccolo felt that he had hit a bottleneck and had no way to break through his current strength.

"Is this all I can do now? That guy was even worse than me before."

Piccolo thought to himself with some resentment. The thought that even Krillin's fighting strength was not as good as his own made him even more resentful. They were clearly not as good as him before.

The only saving grace is that I'm still much better than that old geezer.

Master Roshi, who was watching the show, suddenly sneezed for no apparent reason.

"Oh dear, it seems I am indeed getting old and need to take a good rest. These things should be left to you young people."

Master Roshi finally found an excuse. In reality, he had long lost interest in watching them. He couldn't even see what they were fighting, so what was the point of watching?

...

Temple of Heaven.

"These Saiyans are truly an outstanding fighting race. Their fighting power is terrifying. No wonder they have such a great reputation."

Even though he was right there, the gods could feel the impact of the battle between those two guys above.

He couldn't help but reveal a hint of admiration in his eyes; the fighting power of these Saiyans was truly terrifying.

Moreover, while their potential may not be exceptionally high, their minimum strength is undeniable, making them far more powerful than the vast majority of other races.

Even a low-ranking warrior can rule the world, but Sun Wukong is simply not that kind of ordinary low-ranking warrior.

Moreover, he didn't have the desire to become a king or a hegemon; otherwise, the Earth might be in a different state now.

"Yes, Gods, with their protection, I think Earth will be much safer."

Mr. Bobo nodded repeatedly. These people have already settled on Earth, so they will definitely use their fighting power to protect their home. When there is any danger, they will be at the forefront.

This saved them a lot of trouble; otherwise, if they encountered any crisis, their combat strength would seem to be insufficient.

Although it used to have a great role on Earth, things are different now.

"That's true, but we can't let our guard down. Besides, that kid Piccolo seems to be in a bit of a bad mood."

The god naturally shared this thought, after all, he had been in this position for a long time, and it was time for him to rest, but he couldn't let himself relax too much.

At the same time, he was very concerned about his offspring on the other side, and he was well aware that Piccolo was feeling very lost and depressed.

"That seems to be the case. It seems he feels he can't be of much help right now, which is why he's acting this way. Compared to the old Piccolo Daimaō, he's doing much better now."

Mr. Popo observed carefully and was somewhat surprised to find that it really was true. You know, Piccolo Daimaou never cared about these things before.

They would only feel that their strength was insufficient and that they needed to go back and improve themselves before invading Earth again.

Bick, on the other hand, completely considered others, rather than focusing on himself.

From this perspective, this descendant of Piccolo Daimaō did not fully inherit Piccolo Daimaō's character.

"Perhaps we can try to help him, even if it's just a small thing, it should make him feel better."

The god watched this scene in silence, pondering in his heart what way he could help Piccolo. After all, Piccolo had a great connection with him, so if he didn't help him, who else would he help?

...

Brief's house.

Bulma embarks on another treasure hunt, but this time she's not looking for treasures like the Dragon Balls, but rather things that can provide her with inspiration for her experiments.

"You don't want this guy anymore?"

Suzumiya Musashi looked at the bottle in his hand with some surprise; the figure of Carrick inside looked incredibly lifelike.