Dragon Ball: I'm invincible with twelve talismans at the start!

This is a divine servant who always has an expressionless face but whose strength is unfathomable.

"You've arrived." Bobo's voice was completely flat.

“Mr. Bobo.” Sun Wuxiu nodded.

"God is waiting for you."

Bobo turned and led the way.

Deep within the temple, Sun Wuxiu finally met the old man with a cane, a wrinkled face, and dark green skin.

The gods of the earth.

This is also Piccolo Daimaō's benevolent side.

"Welcome, Earth's martial artist, Son Goshu."

The god's wise eyes gazed upon Sun Wuxiu, and his first words revealed his identity.

Sun Wuxiu was not surprised. It was normal for a celestial being to observe everything in the mortal realm and know his origins.

"I have met the gods."

"I already know why you've come," the god said slowly.

"You possess an extremely terrifying power within you, a power that even makes me tremble. If you go down the wrong path, the Earth will be doomed."

"But I saw your heart."

The deity pointed to Sun Wukong's chest, "There is a peaceful righteous energy there, and also a mysterious power (talisman) that I cannot see through."

"You want to train here to become stronger, right?"

“Yes,” Sun Wuxiu said frankly. “I know that Earth will face many crises in the future, and there are some enemies that I cannot defeat in my current state. I need to undergo a transformation, both spiritually and physically, in this place closest to God.”

The gods remained silent for a long time.

He turned around and looked down at the sea of ​​clouds.

"Although I don't know what crisis you're talking about, I trust your eyes."

“I can guide your cultivation, and I can even have Popo take you into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber (although it’s too early for that now).”

"However, you must grant me one request."

The god turned around and looked at him intently.

"If one day, Earth faces the catastrophe of destruction, and I am powerless to help... please, you must step forward and protect this planet."

"Even if the opponent is a god or a demon."

Sun Wuxiu smiled.

Isn't this exactly the purpose of his coming into this world?

I promise you.

Sun Wuxiu solemnly promised.

"As long as I am here, the Earth will exist."

The god nodded with satisfaction.

"it is good."

"Then, from today onwards, you will stay here."

"Over the next three years, I will show you what the true 'Martial Arts of God' really is."

……

Meanwhile, on the ground...

"Boom!!"

The headquarters of the Red Ribbon Army collapsed with a loud bang.

A little boy covered in wounds jumped out of the ruins, clutching the four-star Dragon Ball tightly in his hand.

(The four-star item was originally kept in the house on Baozi Mountain, but it was stolen.)

"Phew...it's finally over!"

Sun Wukong wiped the dust off his face, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Where should we go next...?"

The gears of fate meshed at this moment.

The two brothers, one in the heavens and the other on the earth, are both striving to become stronger for their reunion three years later and for a brighter future.

The Heavenly Temple, above the sea of ​​clouds.

There is no concept of time here, only eternal silence and thin air.

On the red brick plaza, two figures were engaged in some kind of peculiar "battle".

One of them was Sun Wuxiu, who was wearing a pure white training uniform.

At this moment, his eyes were closed, and even his ears were covered, but his whole body was like a feather falling in the wind, moving irregularly yet extremely smoothly in the air.

Opposite him, Mr. Bobo, dressed entirely in black, was holding a wooden stick with a bell hanging from it, moving around him like a ghost.

"jingle--"

A bell rang from the left. Sun Wuxiu did not move.

The next second, the wooden stick silently pierced his back. However, just as the stick was about to touch the hem of his clothes, Sun Wuxiu's body seemed to defy the law of inertia, shifting half an inch to the right in an extremely abrupt yet natural manner.

The stick missed its mark.

"well-done."

For once, Mr. Bobo's perpetually poker face showed a rare expression of approval.

"Silent as the sky, swift as lightning. Wuxiu, you have already touched that threshold."

Sun Wuxiu unplugged his earplugs, let out a long breath, and was about to bow and thank him when he noticed that Mr. Bobo was tilting his head and looking at him.

"Wu Xiu, have you forgotten something?"

"Forgot what?" Sun Wuxiu was taken aback. "I've been focusing on sensing the flow of Qi lately, I haven't forgotten anything... Wait a minute!"

He suddenly remembered something, and his expression changed instantly.

"Mr. Popo, what day is it today?"

“If we count from the time in the lower realms, the World Martial Arts Tournament should have been held yesterday,” Mr. Bobo said slowly. “Right now, it should be the morning of the day after the tournament ended.”

Holy crap!!!

Sun Wuxiu's demeanor as a highly accomplished Taoist master instantly crumbled.

"Oh no! I overdid it during training and forgot the dates! Yesterday was the finals? Does that mean I stood everyone up?!"

Recalling Bulma's outburst, Son Goshu felt a chill run down his spine.

"Um... Mr. Bobo, God, I have to go down now! Sorry, sorry, I'll bring you local specialties next time!"

Without any hesitation, Sun Wuxiu rushed straight to the edge of the temple.

"【Rabbit Talisman - Extreme Speed】!"

"boom--!!"

He transformed into a streak of light and rushed hurriedly towards the lower realm.

……

Ground, Papaya Island.

Although the World Martial Arts Tournament concluded successfully yesterday, with Goku living up to expectations by defeating Tien Shinhan and winning the championship, the island's popularity remains undiminished.

At the entrance of a luxury seaside hotel, a group of people were packing their luggage, preparing to leave.

Although everyone was happy, there was a hint of disappointment that was hard to hide in the atmosphere.

"That guy... actually didn't come."

Bulma was wearing a carefully chosen off-the-shoulder red dress and a sun hat, clutching the Dragon Ball radar tightly in her hand, her lips pouting so much they could hang oil bottles.

"Saying things like 'I'll be back soon' and 'for the future'... it's all a bunch of liar bastards!"

"You big idiot, Sun Wukong! I've dressed up so beautifully, and you can't even see a ghost!"

Wulong muttered to himself, "Maybe Wuxiu got lost up there..."

"Shut up!" Bulma glared at him, then sighed, her eyes dimming. "Even just showing your face would have been nice..."

Not far away, Sun Wukong, who had just won the championship, was also carrying his Ruyi Jingu Bang and staring blankly at the sky.

"Goku, what's wrong? Aren't you happy about winning the championship?" Krillin asked, leaning closer.

"I'm happy, but... my brother didn't see it. I wanted to show him how strong I've become."

“Senior Brother Wuxiu must have been delayed by something important,” Kelin comforted him. “After all, he’s cultivating with the gods.”

Master Roshi and Tien Shinhan stood to one side.

After yesterday's fierce battle, Tien Shinhan has been completely reformed and will no longer follow the evil path of the Crane School.

While everyone was chatting and waiting for the private jet.

"Om-"

A chilling cold suddenly enveloped the entire hotel plaza.

Chapter 23 Piccolo the Great Demon King

There was no strong wind or dark clouds, but at that moment, every martial artist felt their hair stand on end.

"What kind of energy is this?!"

Goku and Tien Shinhan simultaneously assumed fighting stances, staring intently at the sky.

"This aura... is evil, immense, and filled with the stench of blood..."