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

"What...what kind of monster is this?!"

Fear, for the first time, crept into the Demon King's heart like a venomous snake.

The next few minutes were pure torture for Piccolo.

He attacked relentlessly, defying all reason.

Qigong waves, chain light bullets, eye lasers...

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—boom boom boom—"

However, no matter how he attacked, Sun Wuxiu always managed to deflect the attacks in the most effortless way.

Sometimes it's a slight tilt of the head to dodge, sometimes it's a raised hand to swat it away, and sometimes it's even a direct shockwave to disperse it.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Sun Wuxiu did not move an inch, remaining focused on saving people.

Soon, Master Roshi woke up, Goku stood up, and Tien Shinhan and Yamcha were also lively and energetic.

Chapter 25 is too weak.

The wounded who were lying on the ground were now all fully recovered and looked at Sun Wuxiu as if he were God.

"This...is this the effect of the Senzu Bean?" Goku touched his unharmed body, his mouth agape in astonishment.

"Wait a minute, brother, you didn't give me any beans! Ah! I remember now, it's your special ability!"

"Wu Xiu... what kind of divine skills have you learned in these past three years?"

Master Roshi was also shocked. This ability to instantly heal near-death injuries was something even legendary gods might not be able to do.

"Just some little tricks."

Sun Wuxiu smiled but didn't explain much.

"It's good that everyone is alright."

"Wu Xiu! Be careful! That guy is really strong!"

Although Krillin had recovered, he still felt lingering fear when he looked at Piccolo in the air.

"Even when several of us joined forces, we couldn't touch him!"

“Yeah, that guy is a monster after he regained his youth!” Yamcha chimed in.

"Do not worry."

Sun Wuxiu turned around and stood in front of everyone.

"For me right now..."

He raised his head, and for the first time, his dark, deep eyes met Piccolo's terrified and uneasy gaze.

"He is too weak."

Three simple words.

But it was like a heavy hammer blow, slamming into Piccolo's pride.

"weak……?"

Piccolo laughed in anger, his face contorted with rage and veins bulging all over his body.

"Hahahaha!! You say I'm weak?! You say that as a god of this world, the epitome of terror, the great Piccolo Daimaō... is weak?!!"

"Unforgivable!! Absolutely unforgivable!!"

"boom--!!"

Piccolo Daimaō unleashed his full power. He held nothing back, his aura surging like a volcanic eruption, causing surrounding rocks to float up and even the sea to roar and churn.

"I'll show you what real hell is like!!"

"go to hell!!!"

Piccolo Daimaō transformed into a green lightning bolt and instantly rushed towards Son Goshu!

The speed of this attack was so fast that even the newly recovered Wukong could only see a blur.

"So fast!!" Tien Shinhan exclaimed.

however.

In Son Gosho's eyes, Piccolo's movements were as clear as a slow-motion movie.

After three years of contemplation on "stillness" and "movement" at the Heavenly Temple, coupled with the blessing of the [Rabbit Talisman],

At this speed, it's practically like taking a walk.

"too slow."

Sun Wuxiu kept his hands behind his back and only took a small step to the left.

"call!"

Piccolo's punch, powerful enough to shatter mountains, grazed Gosho's nose and landed on empty air.

"What?!" Piccolo was shocked, before he could even change his move.

"Too light."

Sun Wuxiu's voice rang in his ears.

Followed by.

"Snapped!"

A resounding slap landed squarely on Piccolo's face.

"puff--"

Piccolo was spun around like a top by the slap, spinning more than a dozen times in the air before finally regaining his balance.

Half of his face swelled up like a steamed bun in an instant, and he spat out several teeth mixed with blood.

"You...you actually dared to slap me in the face..."

Piccolo covered his face, his eyes filled with disbelief and a frenzied killing intent.

"I'm going to slap your ugly face."

Sun Wuxiu clapped his hands, looking disgusted.

"As a demon king, your fighting skills are as crude as an uncivilized beast. Is this what you call 'invincible power'? It's laughable."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Piccolo let out a beast-like roar.

"I'm going to kill you! Kill you! Kill you!!"

"Prince's Battle Tactics - Continuous Ki Blast!!"

Piccolo waved his hands wildly, and countless purple energy blasts poured down like a torrential rain, covering the entire space around Son Gosho!

"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"

The explosion sent flames soaring into the sky, and smoke and dust blotted out the sun.

This indiscriminate bombing lasted for a full minute.

They only stopped when Piccolo was panting heavily.

"Huff...huff...now...it should turn to ash, right?"

Bick stared intently at the smoke and dust below.

however.

When the smoke and dust cleared.

The white figure remained standing in the same spot.

Not only was it completely unharmed, but not even a speck of dust got on its clothes.

Sun Wuxiu even dusted off his sleeves and looked at him with a helpless expression:

"That's it? Can't you come up with something more original? This kind of fireworks display is only good for looking pretty, nothing else."

"..."

despair.

True despair.

Piccolo finally realized that the man in front of him was not some "slightly stronger ant" at all.

This is an insurmountable mountain, an abyss that cannot be filled.

"How is this possible... How could such a monster exist in this world..."

Piccolo retreated step by step, his madness gradually replaced by fear.

Master Roshi, Tien Shinhan, and the others below were completely petrified.

They knew Sun Wukong was strong, but they didn't expect him to be this strong!

They treated Piccolo, the demon king who made them feel hopeless, like a monkey to be toyed with.

"What exactly did Senior Brother Wuxiu go through in these three years?" Klin swallowed hard. "Could he really have become a god?"

air.

Sun Wukong looked at Piccolo, who was on the verge of collapse, and secretly made plans in his mind.

"almost."

"If we keep playing like this, this guy might lose his mind and just self-destruct, which wouldn't be good."

"Although I really want to crush you to death, I have to consider that the old man, the Heavenly God, can't die yet, and besides..."

Son Goshu thought of "Uncle Piccolo" who died protecting Gohan in the future, and of the strongest babysitter.

"We still need you to lay that egg."

Thinking of this, Sun Wuxiu's eyes sharpened.