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

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Yes, that's a great idea!"

"Unfortunately, we've used up all the Dragon Balls for this year, and it will be another year before we can gather them all again."

Sun Wukong immediately said, "I remember now, I still have a spaceship at home!"

Everyone turned to look at Wukong.

Wukong continued, "It really is, it's in the cave, just like Sun Mo's."

Bulma looked at Goku and immediately nodded, saying, "If there are more, then there's no problem. The gravity chamber can be built in a month."

"Yay, that's great!"

"Bulma is such a kind person!"

Everyone became happy, as if they would become as strong as Sun Wukong and Sun Mo in a month.

The TV was still showing footage of Sun Mo defeating Piccolo.

The host also realized that our side had a significant advantage, so he deliberately moved the camera closer.

Having witnessed his offspring being instantly killed by Sun Mo, Piccolo was terrified.

His hand was captured and he couldn't break free, so he suddenly opened his mouth and fired a verbal attack at Sun Mo.

However, Sun Mo simply tilted her head slightly, thus dodging his verbal attack.

"A sneak attack is fun?"

Seeing how easily he had been manipulated, Piccolo Daimaō sensed something was wrong and pulled hard in alarm.

His green arm was torn off, and he covered his severed arm with his left hand, distancing himself from Sun Mo.

Viewers in front of their televisions were once again shocked.

"That's amazing!"

"That young man actually forced Piccolo to lose his own arm!"

"Yes, Piccolo is like a child in front of him, completely powerless!"

"Come on, kill him already!"

Sun Mo wasn't surprised to see him sever his arm to survive; he calmly discarded the arm.

He continued, "Bick, I advise you not to try to resist or run away; it's useless."

Piccolo, clutching his severed arm, asked in horror the question that had been nagging at him.

"What kind of monster are you?"

"I've clearly regained my youth, how could you possibly be stronger than me at my peak?"

Sun Mo asked, "What, do you think you're very strong?"

You and I are not comparable!

Feeling a sense of powerlessness, Bick recalled the days when he was a powerful and influential figure three hundred years ago.

He immediately said, "Three hundred years ago, I, the Great Demon King Piccolo, had never met an opponent, and no one was stronger than me."

If that old man hadn't used the Demon Sealing Wave, I would have already ruled the world!

This world shouldn't have people like you...

Sun Mo laughed and said, "You said it yourself, three hundred years have passed."

Times have changed, and your skills are outdated.

And let me tell you something: in the future, there will be many powerful individuals on Earth.

They treat you like an ant is being crushed.

Piccolo roared, "Damn it, I am Piccolo the Great! I am not reconciled..."

As he spoke, golden light emanated from Piccolo Daimaō's body, and his aura surged dramatically in an instant.

Sun Mo could interrupt him, but there was no need for it.

She just watched him quietly, letting him exert all his strength to improve his abilities.

A moment later, Piccolo's muscles bulged, his veins became as prominent as earthworms, and his aura was 30% stronger than before.

Piccolo laughed evilly, "Although this will shorten my lifespan."

But to defeat you, I have used all my strength. Prepare to die!

After saying that, Piccolo waved his hand, and a powerful gust of wind blew towards Sun Mo.

Sun Mo remained calm, ignoring the gust of wind, and strode towards him.

Piccolo seemed to have seen something terrifying, and his heart pounded with each step Sun Mo took.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

"How could it be... completely useless?"

Sun Mo smiled slightly and said, "It seems you still don't understand the difference between us."

To put it another way, if we convert our strengths into data...

Your combat power is at most a little over two hundred, while my combat power is..."

Sun Mo spread his five fingers towards Piccolo Daimaō and continued, "My power level is at least 50,000!"

"What?"

"No, that's impossible!"

"You're kidding me!!!"

Piccolo once again unleashed a magic beam cannon at Sun Mo.

Sun Mo flicked his wrist, slapped Piccolo's energy away, and walked towards Piccolo again.

"Just take it as me bluffing. Anyway, you know that killing you is as easy as crushing an ant for me!"

Bick was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly.

"No, impossible, how could this be..."

Most Namekians are naturally kind and simple, except for Piccolo Daimaō, who is composed entirely of evil thoughts.

In other words, if Piccolo Daimaō hadn't had his memories, Piccolo Jr. would have been a good person, and an excellent parent.

Sun Mo hovered above Piccolo, looking down at him, and said, "Speaking of which, your race is very rare. It would be a pity if it went extinct."

Upon hearing Sun Mo's words, a glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in Piccolo's eyes.

Hmm, there's a chance. Are they not planning to kill him?

On a sudden impulse, he remembered Pilaf and his gang who had previously fawned over him, and he knelt down before Sun Mo with a thud.

"I'm willing to be your subordinate, please spare me!!!"

Sun Mo was taken aback. Piccolo was a treacherous demon king, how could he possibly back down?

Has this guy also learned human forbearance...?

Sun Mo immediately said, "Alright, Piccolo, stop acting in front of me."

"You've killed so many people, I can't forgive you!"

Piccolo looked up in surprise.

"Then what did you mean by what you just said?"

Sun Mo said, "I will definitely kill you."

However, before you die, you can lay an egg, leaving your offspring to live on in the world…

Piccolo looked at Sun Mo with a completely bewildered expression.

What does it mean?

Bick questioned, "Aren't you afraid my children will avenge me in the future?"

Sun Mo sneered, "Hmph, you want revenge on me? Don't you even know how big the gap is between us?"

Let me put it this way: if I am killed by your descendants in the future, then I'll accept my fate!

Piccolo couldn't help but feel relieved, saying, "As expected, experts think differently from ordinary people..."

On second thought, it seems that other humans are the same.

The task that parents can't complete in their lifetime is usually having a child, leaving that task to the next generation.

Piccolo was forced to adapt to local customs.

Knowing he couldn't survive, Piccolo thought, "He won't let me go anyway."

Then I will save all the essence of my body for my child.

If he cultivates diligently in the future, he will surely grow to the point where he can kill the guy in front of him...

"My son, you must avenge your father!"

The next moment, Piccolo suddenly arched his body, concentrating all his power.

A moment later, a muffled sound like flesh being torn apart erupted from his throat.

"Pfft—"

A giant, bright green egg covered in mucus shot out of his mouth.

The egg transformed into an arc of light and shot towards the sky, landing where it could not be seen.