Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, I'm even more eccentric than Goku!

When the birdman's subordinates saw Piccolo Daimaō being knocked away, they rushed over in a panic and helped him up.

"Great Demon King, how are you?"

Piccolo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered, "Hmph, you wretched fellow, you dared to launch a sneak attack and make this great demon king bleed..."

The next second, Sun Mo's figure flashed in front of Piccolo, hovering slightly in the air and looking down at him.

Its speed was so fast that it was impossible to defend against, and Piccolo was so frightened that he took a step back.

Upon hearing Bick say that he had ambushed him, Sun Mo couldn't help but laugh.

Sun Mo only knew that killing him would mean losing the Dragon Ball, which is why he deliberately held back.

Otherwise, with that slap, Piccolo would have been turned into Piccolo mincemeat long ago.

Sun Mo laughed and said, "You think you're worthy to say I ambushed you?"

Piccolo looked up at Sun Mo, who was high above him, and felt a sense of oppression and crisis.

It's true that that slap had an element of surprise.

But the fact that this person could injure Piccolo proves that he has the ability to hurt him.

The person in front of him approached him a second time, so fast that he still couldn't see them clearly.

If the other party wanted to kill him, Piccolo would probably be dead by now.

"This, how is this possible..."

"How could there possibly be such a powerful person in this world?"

"Impossible, this must be a hallucination!"

Piccolo clenched his fists and roared, "You damned bastard, I must have been careless just now!"

As he spoke, he held up five fingers: "Watch me get serious, I'll take you down in five seconds!"

"Drink!"

After saying that, Piccolo roared and his hand transformed into a hand blade, sweeping towards Sun Mo.

Sun Mo gently raised his hand and pinched Piccolo's hand with just two fingers.

He tried to move, to break free, but even as he struggled and gritted his teeth, straining until his veins bulged, he still couldn't break free.

Sun Mo's two fingers were like iron clamps, firmly fixing his arm in place.

Sun Mo said calmly, "Five seconds have passed. Do you have any last words?"

Piccolo's face instantly showed a look of terror.

"How is that possible..."

At that moment, Piccolo finally realized the immense power of Sun Mo.

If this person wanted to crush him, it would be as easy as crushing an ant.

Bick, unwilling to give up, couldn't help but ask, "Who exactly are you?"

Sun Mo said coldly, "I'm asking you for your last words. You have no right to ask me questions..."

As he spoke, Sun Mo increased the force of his blows.

Piccolo felt a sharp pain in his arm again, so intense that he broke out in a cold sweat.

At that very moment, a gas blast blasted towards Sun Mo's head from not far away.

"Release the Great Demon King!"

However, Sun Mo did not dodge at all, letting the gas bomb explode above his head.

Just as Piccolo was about to gloat, Simbal's sneak attack succeeded.

However, he found that Sun Mo's grip on his fingers remained as firm as an iron clamp.

"What happened?"

"Is he alright?"

Sure enough, when the smoke cleared, Sun Mo's face was revealed. He was still unharmed, and even the hem of his clothes was not torn.

Piccolo was once again terrified, exclaiming, "This, how is this possible? Simbal clearly hit you..."

Sun Mo looked in the direction of the air blast and saw Simbal flapping his wings and hovering in the air.

"Did you just ambush me?"

Simbal retreated in panic, clearly wanting to escape, but saw that the Great Demon King was still not free after his sneak attack and had not left.

Sun Mo needs to consider protecting the Dragon Balls when dealing with Piccolo, so he can't directly attack him.

But such low-level minions have absolutely no reason to exist.

Sun Mo pointed his other hand at Simbal, and a flash of energy appeared.

In an instant, Simbal's aura suddenly expanded, and his body swelled up as well.

Then, with a muffled "bang!", Simbal exploded and turned into fragments all over the ground.

The wind blew across Simbal's fragments, swirling up fallen leaves, but there was no trace of Simbal left in this world.

Piccolo recalled the sensation of Dambalin's recent death.

At the time, he even wondered when a master capable of killing demons had appeared in the world.

Even if he was killed, it must have been by being ganged up on and beaten to death by many skilled opponents.

He was still thinking about taking revenge after he finished his work.

Unexpectedly, his offspring proved to be so utterly vulnerable in the face of this man.

It exploded with just a fingertip...

That's absolutely terrifying.

In that instant, Piccolo felt a chill run down his spine, broke out in a cold sweat, and his body trembled slightly.

The picture on the TV was too far away, and I couldn't see or hear anything.

But people could still see one thing clearly: a young man in an orange shirt was beating up Piccolo.

Someone ambushed the young man, but was killed in retaliation.

People immediately showed expressions of surprise and delight.

"I know that young man!"

"Isn't he the one from the martial arts tournament? He's also Master Taketen's disciple..."

"He's so amazing and so handsome!"

"I thought Piccolo Daimaō from hundreds of years ago was really powerful, but it turns out he's nothing special..."

"Yes, it seems that martial artists on Earth have become much more powerful over the past few hundred years!"

"There's hope! The Earth is saved!"

"Very good!"

Upon seeing Piccolo Daimaō appear on television, Bulma and her group stopped and parked the plane on the road.

Everyone watched the battle between Sun Mo and Piccolo on the screens on the plane.

Seeing that he detonated the fat man with a single finger, Master Roshi couldn't help but get excited.

"That's amazing!"

Tianjin Fan swallowed hard, exclaiming in surprise, "I knew he was good, but I never imagined he was this good!"

Yamcha nodded and agreed, "To be honest, I can no longer figure out just how amazing he is."

Klin nodded frantically, saying, "Who isn't?"

I don't understand just how strong Sun Mo is now...

Sun Wukong grinned and said, "Actually, it's nothing. As long as you make good use of the gravity chamber and cultivate diligently for a few years..."

Everyone can reach Sun Mo's level.

Everyone turned to look at Sun Wukong.

"Really?"

Sun Wukong nodded seriously and said, "Sun Mo said that as long as everyone can cook, they should practice more."

"The level that Sun Mo and I have reached is something everyone can achieve in the future..."

Bulma's face darkened. "What do you mean by 'practice makes perfect'? Don't misuse idioms. That's called 'diligence can make up for lack of talent'..."

Wukong grinned and said, "Yes, diligence can make up for lack of talent, I think the meaning is about the same... hahahaha."

Goku gave everyone hope, and they all looked at Bulma with expectant expressions.

Krillin pleaded, "Bulma, could you build us another gravity chamber?"

I can't keep up with Wukong and Sun Mo's current level, but the rest of us can train together..."

Hearing Krillin say this, Yamcha and even Tien Shinhan showed a hint of anticipation.

Bulma stroked her chin and thought for a moment, then said, "That's possible."

All you need is a spaceship as a base, and then you can build up the equipment on top of it.

Building a spaceship directly seems to require too many things...

"Spaceship? Where would we get one of those?" Question marks appeared above everyone's heads.

Krillin's head lit up with excitement as he exclaimed, "I've got it! We can use the Dragon Balls to make a wish and have Shenron send us a spaceship!"

Yamcha suddenly had another good idea and hurriedly said, "If we have a dragon, why would we need a spaceship?"

"Why not just ask Shenron for a gravity chamber?"