Dragon Ball: I Can Obtain the Memories of a Boss

Knowing that he was incredibly strong after merging with the super serum, capable of breaking a tree with a single punch, she had never seen anyone stronger than him.

But that only meant his physique was far superior to that of ordinary people, still within the realm of humanity. Now, he can actually fly, which is completely superhuman.

"The super serum can also give people the ability to fly freely in the sky?"

Bulma has an exceptionally high IQ, and her research skills can be said to be a complete inheritance of Brief's, or even stronger.

She had previously seen Su Ming's super serum formula and studied it for a few days, and knew clearly that the super serum would not give people the ability to fly.

"The super serum can't do that, and my power isn't entirely derived from the super serum."

This is martial arts, and also the application of qi.

Su Ming gave a simple explanation.

Qi naturally exists within everyone's body, only varying in quantity. Having fused with the super serum, his body has already surpassed that of ordinary people, and his Qi is naturally a hundred times greater than that of ordinary people.

Although he didn't have Master Roshi's centuries of experience studying ki, he had watched Dragon Ball and knew how to channel ki, so he easily mastered ki control.

The art of flying is the simplest application of qi, and even an ordinary person like Videl can learn it in a short time, so it is naturally not very difficult for him.

Bulma wasn't interested in martial arts; what excited her more right now was the sky.

"Speed ​​up, I want to touch the clouds. I've only ever reached out and touched them from inside the plane before, I've never been fully immersed in the clouds before."

Bulma was like a female general giving the order to charge, her eyes full of unrestrained and flamboyant spirit, and she had an excited smile on her face.

Little Goku sat on the Somersault Cloud, his big eyes wide open, speechless with surprise.

Brother Su Ming... he can actually fly!

Not far away, on an island.

Master Roshi dismounted from the turtle's back and gazed into the distance.

"The Crane Hermit?"

He only knew one person who knew the art of flying.

……

Su Ming led Bulma through the white clouds, their faces covered in water droplets.

"Is it fun?"

"Fun."

Bulma smiled happily.

The two gazed at each other with deep affection, but someone ruined the atmosphere.

"Brother Su Ming, how did you do that? Can I learn it?"

Little Wukong, riding on his somersault cloud, was level with the two of them and was very curious about the aerial technique Su Ming was using.

Interrupted from her time alone, Bulma glared at the naive Goku, knowing that he was just too simple-minded, single-minded, and without any other thoughts, and she had nowhere to vent her anger.

"Of course, you have great talent. If you really want to learn, it won't take long for you to master it."

"real!"

Little Wukong's eyes were shining.

After playing for a while, the three continued their search for the Dragon Balls.

In a village, they defeated the shapeshifting Oolong, obtained the next Dragon Ball, and their journey was further enriched by the addition of a pig.

Later, in the desert, they encountered the desert bandit Yamcha and his pet Puer.

Throughout the entire process, Su Ming barely made a move, relying entirely on Little Goku's strength.

Little Goku had no objections; he was actually hoping that a martial arts master would come and fight him.

The battle excited him.

They then followed the guidance of the Dragon Ball radar to Bomb Bread Mountain.

Oolong also explained how terrifying the Bull Demon King was, but in Bulma's opinion, there was nothing that Su Ming couldn't solve.

"Hmph, with Xiao Ming protecting me, not even the Bull Demon King can hurt me,"

Bulma proudly raised her head; in her heart, Su Ming was the strongest.

call out!

As they were talking, a giant axe flew in, moving with lightning speed.

Su Ming blocked Bulma's path, reacting even faster than the flying giant axe, grabbing the axe handle.

Feeling the impact of the axe, he thought, "The strength is not bad."

call out!

He raised his hand and threw the giant axe back, even faster than when he threw it.

A middle-aged man, over 4 meters tall and wielding an axe in one hand, appeared a dozen meters away. He had a murderous look on his face and was arrogant. When he saw Su Ming easily catch the giant axe he threw, he showed a little surprise.

Bang!

Holding the axe in both hands, the Bull Demon King cleaved the flying giant axe with one blow. He thought he could easily deflect the giant axe, but he only felt a sharp pain in his tiger's mouth. The immense force was transmitted from the giant axe, and he was forced back several steps, feeling a heavy tightness in his chest.

He braced his giant axe against the ground.

The Bull Demon King stared wide-eyed at Su Ming, who was standing not far away. He was confident in his strength, and even his large size gave him extraordinary power.

Even so, the kid, who wasn't even half his height, almost made him miss the giant axe that the boy casually tossed.

"This is the Bull Demon King you were talking about? He doesn't look like much."

Bulma crossed her arms, looking proud, as if she were the one who had just defeated the Bull Demon King.

Wulong was dumbfounded, never expecting that the unassuming young man had such terrifying martial arts skills.

Looking back on this period, he was glad that he hadn't offended Su Ming.

"Kid, come again."

Unwilling to give up, the Bull Demon King roared and stomped heavily on the ground. His super-heavy body made every step he took sound like a dull thud. He didn't forget to pick up the giant axe that had been knocked away earlier.

Su Ming remained silent, only raising his hand silently, a small gas bomb condensing in his palm.

An aura emanated from it, carrying an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Two clanging sounds.

The Bull Demon King threw down his giant axe and knelt on the ground. He must be crazy to keep fighting; he had only ever seen energy blasts on his teacher.

Don't underestimate this small one; its power is greater than that of a cannonball.

"Sir, spare my life."

The Bull Demon King knelt down and begged for mercy, kowtowing repeatedly. When he looked up, he suddenly saw Little Wukong standing beside them, and his gaze fell on the Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff).

He paused, then asked, "Kid, how did the magic staff end up in your hands?"

Little Wukong asked innocently, "Huh? How do you know the Ruyi Jingu Bang? Is it a keepsake left to me by my grandfather?"

"Who is your grandfather?"

"My grandfather is Son Gohan."

Upon hearing this news, the Bull Demon King was overjoyed; now there was hope.

"Great! Gohan and I are both disciples of Master Roshi. It turns out we were mistaken for each other."

As he spoke, the Bull Demon King was about to get up, a smile already on his face.

Su Ming's eyes turned cold.

The Bull Demon King's eyes flashed with chilling killing intent; he hadn't forgotten, "Do you want to die?"

The Bull Demon King paused, then knelt down from the bottom of his heart, sensing the chill in those three words.

They really will kill him.

Bulma didn't feel much; even if Su Ming killed the Bull Demon King, she didn't think there was a problem.

This man has been robbing and murdering people while bombing Bread Mountain. Even if we kill him, it would be doing a service to the people and wouldn't bring trouble upon ourselves.

Moreover, the Bull Demon King was about to kill them just now, so she couldn't repay evil with kindness.

"Go inside and bring out these beads, and I'll spare your life."

Su Ming took out a dragon ball and coldly gave the order.

what?

Go in?

Even though he was trained by Master Roshi, he couldn't withstand the raging fire now.

Su Ming's actions were not for the sake of those killed by the Bull Demon King; he didn't have that strong a sense of justice, nor did he care.

However, since he wanted to kill someone, he naturally had to pay the price.

Chapter 7 Summoning the Dragon