A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

The two bald men present exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement.

Krillin clenched his fist and encouraged, "Go for it, Yamcha! Beat that arrogant guy to a pulp!"

"Hehe, I can!"

Yamcha flashed a bright smile, the cross-shaped scar on his left cheek paired with his handsome long hair, making him look very masculine.

Naba had been waiting impatiently for a long time. When Yamcha stepped out from the crowd and landed in front of him, his sinister smile widened. "So, you're the one who came up here to die, kid?"

Even after joining the Turtle Hermit School, Yamcha still habitually adopted the starting stance of the Wolf Fang Fist, confidently declaring, "You foul-mouthed bastard, I, Yamcha, will take care of you!"

With his tall figure stepping forward, Naba clenched his fists and assumed a fighting stance!

"Aha!"

As he let out a triumphant shout, the air seemed to become heavy and viscous, and even the ground began to tremble!

Naba, his entire body radiating a violent, electric energy, smugly roared, "Feeling fear now, you Earth's trash! Beg for mercy from Lord Naba now, it's not too late, I'll let you die a more peaceful death!"

Releasing energy to intimidate opponents is Nappa's favorite tactic.

Admiring the desperate look in the eyes of the natives before they died was one of the things he enjoyed most during his conquest of the planet!

On the other side, Yamcha was on high alert, his face serious as he sensed the evil "qi" emanating from Naba.

"Is that all? There hasn't been much change!"

After waiting for a while without seeing any increase in Naba's aura, he stood up straight with a puzzled look on his face and said boredly, "If that's the case, then I might not even need to take off my weighted suit."

Nappa: “…”

Although he didn't know why the kid was wearing a weighted suit, Naba knew very well...

Judging from his tone, he was actually being looked down upon by insignificant Earthlings, you bastard!

"What nonsense are you spouting! Die!"

boom--

With a loud shout, the ground exploded!

A cloud of smoke burst out behind Naba, and his bloated, massive body shot toward Yamcha, enveloped in energy!

As he ran, a feint with his elbow was about to strike Yamcha's unsuspecting, handsome face with a powerful backhand punch!

The explosive combination of power and speed in Nappa's running punches left Gohan, who was watching from the sidelines, wide-eyed and blurted out, "He..."

With a "smack," Yamcha caught the incoming fist with his left hand. In the latter's incredulous gaze, his right hand moved like a blur, delivering a straight punch to the latter's abdomen.

The speed of the punch was so fast that even the prince instinctively widened his eyes!

"Ugh ugh ugh ugh—"

After taking a punch from Yamcha head-on, Naba felt as if his internal organs had exploded into a paste, his eyes bulging as he knelt down clutching his stomach.

"He's so weak!"

At that moment, Gohan had just finished speaking.

"Uncle Piccolo, why is he so big but so weak? And so slow too!"

"Tch, because he's just an idiot who fights based on talent," Piccolo crossed his arms, looked disdainfully at the kneeling Naba, and sneered, "He rushed in recklessly without knowing his opponent's strength and speed, so of course he wouldn't stand a chance against someone stronger and faster than himself!"

"See? This is what happens to someone who doesn't practice properly."

Gohan was used to being scolded by Piccolo, and obediently nodded, saying, "Oh, I understand, Uncle Piccolo."

Naba: Stop cursing, stop cursing...

"What!!"

Behind the battlefield, Vegeta stared in shock at the numbers on his "energy detector," exclaiming incredulously, "9998 power level!? How is this possible!"

The moment Yamcha threw his punch, the reading on the screen surged, almost reaching five digits!

However, at this point the reading dropped sharply, returning to the initial 998.

"Damn it, the instrument is malfunctioning!"

The prince irritably removed the "energy detector" and was about to throw it aside when a thought suddenly occurred to him.

—Do these Earthlings possess special skills to control their own energy?

call out--

Suddenly, everything around them blurred.

The next second, Qiao Sen, with his spiky blond hair pointing to his forehead, and Sun Wukong, whose aura was so calm it was almost imperceptible, appeared beside everyone, both wearing the same orange martial arts uniform.

The only difference is that Sun Wukong's clothes have the words "King of the Realm" written on them, while Qiao Sen's chest has the word "Qiao".

Krillin exclaimed excitedly, "Johnson, Goku! You're here!"

"Mr. Johnson!"

"You're back!"

Tianjin Rice and Dumplings greeted each other politely, and although Pic didn't say anything, he nodded in welcome.

Qiao Sen released his hand from Sun Wukong's shoulder and replied with a smile, "Hello everyone, sorry to have kept you waiting."

After spending so much time together, the Earth warriors all knew just how unfathomable this mysterious blond man was.

If it weren't for his help, no matter how hard we cultivated, we would never have been able to reach our current strength in just one year!

—If Mr. Johnson hadn't shown up, those two Saiyans would have been in real trouble...

Tien Shinhan imagined the worst-case scenario and couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

"Dad!!" Gohan shouted, leaping towards his father with tears welling in his eyes. "I missed you so much!"

"Tch, brat!"

Bick's eye twitched, and he turned his head away, muttering to himself, "He still can't shake his old habit of crying!"

Chapter 277 The Saiyans Suffer a Crushing Defeat

"Hehe, Gohan, you've grown taller! Looks like Piccolo trained you very well!"

Sun Wukong grabbed his son, who was rushing towards him, and spun him around. The father and son were overjoyed.

Immediately, he couldn't help but crane his neck to look at the battlefield not far away, and said, "Is that Yamcha? So the battle has already begun!"

"Ok?"

On the other side, Johnson immediately spotted Raditz hiding in the back, trembling with fear.

After a year of training, he has mastered the full power of Super Saiyan, and the Super Saiyan transformation has been upgraded to a permanent buff.

At this moment, apart from his hair turning into a clear and warm pure gold like sunlight, there was no longer any burning golden flame around him or at the ends of his hair.

It looks like she just dyed her hair.

In fact, this state shows that Johnson has regained 100% control over his own power. In battle, unless he actively unleashes his power, his aura will not leak out at will.

This is the true Super Saiyan 1 form.

At that moment, without warning, Qiao Sen flashed over, grabbed the collar of a man with a super-cool hairstyle but no sense of propriety, and walked outside.

"What are you doing hiding here, Raditz?"

As they walked out, Johnson asked with feigned kindness, "Could it be that everyone on Earth is rejecting you?"

Latitz, who was about the same size as Johnson, was being held in his arms without any temper. He said with a forced smile, "No, no, absolutely not! You're joking, Lord Johnson!"

Two more people suddenly appeared in the opposing team's lineup. The prince, who noticed this, was on high alert when he saw the tall, blond man pull out a strangely familiar figure from behind. His eyes narrowed immediately.

"It's Raditz! How come he's not dead?"

The prince was shocked, and Naba, who had fallen to the ground, also struggled to lift his head and look ahead past Yamcha.

"He's actually... still alive... that traitor!"

Yamcha, supporting himself on his knees, half-squatted down and looked at the bald, muscular man who seemed fragile, asking with concern, "Are you alright?"

"Damn it!!"

Feeling deeply humiliated, Naba stood up shakily. Everything had happened so fast that he hadn't even seen the combat power read by the "energy detector" before being knocked down by his opponent's punch.

Therefore, he is the only one who is still in the dark.

Thinking he had only been careless, Naba commanded an unusually concentrated and terrifying energy towards Yamcha, which suddenly erupted!

"Burst Wave!"

"Ok?"

The enormous power difference of more than twice made Yamcha notice Nappa's actions immediately!

When Naba unleashed his attack, he was prepared to counter it. The "qi" gathered in his body concentrated in his palm, transforming into a qi blast the size of a basketball!

Facing the terrifying energy wave unleashed by Naba, Yamcha remained unfazed, raising his hand to hurl the spiral... no, the energy ball in his palm!

"Air Bomb!"

Two energy attacks of vastly different sizes were rapidly approaching each other and were about to collide!