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"Alright, game over."

"I'm tired of it too."

Sun Wuxiu's figure vanished instantly.

The next second, he appeared directly in front of Piccolo, their faces touching, less than ten centimeters apart.

Piccolo could even see the hint of mockery in Son Gosho's eyes.

"you……"

"Go down."

Sun Wukong clenched his right fist, without using any fancy moves, simply gathering a massive amount of energy.

"boom!!!"

One punch landed squarely on Piccolo's stomach!

This seemingly simple punch contains the power to pierce through mountains.

"Cough!!!"

Piccolo's eyes nearly popped out, his body instantly arched into a giant shrimp, and the clothes on his back burst open!

The enormous impact pierced right through his internal organs!

"Whoosh—Boom!!"

Piccolo crashed into the ruins of the ground like a meteorite, creating a huge crater.

"Cough...cough..."

In the deep pit, King Piccolo was spitting out mouthfuls of purple blood, his life force rapidly draining away.

He knew he was going to die.

"Damn it... I'm not reconciled... The demon race... cannot be wiped out like this..."

His dying instincts, coupled with his thirst for revenge, led him to make his final decision.

He used his last bit of strength, his throat bulging.

"vomit--"

He spat out a huge, slimy white egg.

"That's..." Wukong and the others in the distance were startled.

Sun Wuxiu, who was in mid-air, watched this scene but did not stop it. Instead, a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

"Is this the 'second-generation demon'?"

"It's good that it was born."

With his last ounce of strength, King Piccolo threw the egg far into the depths of the forest.

Chapter 26 Grow Up Well, The Sun Family Nanny

Having done all this, he looked at Sun Wukong in the air and let out a shrill and resentful curse:

"Sun... Wuxiu... my child... will definitely avenge me..."

"The Demon Race...May they live forever..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"boom!"

Son Goku casually unleashed a ki blast, which accurately struck Piccolo Daimaō in the chest, ending his life.

"boom!!"

With a loud explosion, the Demon King vanished into thin air.

As for that egg?

Sun Wuxiu pretended not to see it.

"Keep it."

Sun Wuxiu slowly landed on the ground, looking towards the distant forest, and thought to himself:

"That's Gohan's godfather, who will be Earth's strongest babysitter in the future."

The battle is over.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the sunlight shone again on Papaya Island.

Sun Wuxiu turned around, looked at his stunned companions, and gave them a bright smile.

"Done and that's it."

"Everyone, it's been so long! I've missed you all so much!"

Bulma could no longer contain herself. With a scream, she rushed forward and threw herself into the arms of the man she had been longing for.

"You finally decided to come back!!!"

"You big idiot!!"

Seeing the two embracing, Goku, Krillin, Master Roshi, and the others all showed smiles of relief after surviving a disaster.

On this day, the Demon King's shadow dissipated.

And Sun Wukong's title of "the strongest on Earth" was completely imprinted in everyone's mind.

The smoke of war on Papaya Island has finally completely dissipated.

The sky, which had been shrouded in the dark clouds of the demon race, now shone with a vibrant blue color once more.

The sea breeze caressed the ruined martial arts arena. Although it was a scene of devastation, the faces of the survivors were filled with the relief of having survived a catastrophe.

"Enlightenment and Cultivation!!"

Bulma clung to Son Gosho like a koala, refusing to let go no matter what.

Although her delicate makeup was a little smudged from crying earlier, it looked especially cute in Sun Wuxiu's eyes.

"Okay, okay, there are so many people watching."

Sun Wuxiu patted her back affectionately and smiled helplessly, "Didn't I come back unharmed?"

"Hmph! If you dare to lose even a single hair, I'll... I'll have Dad build a time machine and go back to kill that green monster all over again!"

Bulma sniffed, her words harsh but her tone full of coquettishness.

The survivors around them watched this scene with kind smiles.

"Oh dear, it's so good to be young."

Master Roshi was stroking his beard with a look of deep emotion.

"Senior Brother Wuxiu is really too strong." Klin stroked his bald head, his eyes practically overflowing with admiration.

"That Piccolo Daimaō who made us despair was treated like a toy in his hands."

"Yes... the gap is too big."

Yamcha shook his head with a wry smile. Although he was somewhat disappointed, he felt more at ease.

With such an absurdly powerful backer, Earth is truly safe.

At this moment, Tianjin Rice and Dumpling, who had been standing silently on the edge, looked at each other, seemingly hesitant.

Although they had contributed to the previous battles, their status was somewhat awkward because they were originally members of the Crane School.

"Well... now that the crisis is over, we should take our leave."

Tien Shinhan bowed to Son Goshu and Goku with clasped hands.

"Thank you so much for saving us. We will remember this kindness."

After saying that, he prepared to leave with the dumplings.

"Wait a moment!"

Bulma suddenly popped her head out from Son Gosho's arms and waved her hand:

"Don't leave, everyone! To celebrate defeating the Great Demon King, and to celebrate everyone's escape from death, I've decided—"

"Now! Immediately! Everyone, come to my house for a victory celebration!!"

"Huh? Going to the West Capital?" Krillin's eyes lit up. "I heard the Bulma family is super rich, the food there must be amazing!"

“Of course!” Bulma puffed out her chest proudly.

"I immediately called home and asked the chef to prepare the highest-quality food! And countless desserts and drinks!"

Upon hearing "delicious food," Sun Wukong, who had been lying on the ground groaning, instantly revived and jumped three feet high:

"Yay!! I want to go! I want to have a big meal!!"

Tianjin Fan hesitated for a moment: "This...is it really appropriate for us to go?"

"What's inappropriate about it?"

Sun Wukong stepped forward and patted Tien Shinhan on the shoulder. A gentle aura emanated from him, causing Tien Shinhan's tense body to relax.

"You were the first to charge at Piccolo just now. From that moment on, you were no longer a Crane School assassin, but a martial artist protecting the Earth."

"Since we're comrades, what's wrong with having a meal together?"

Sun Wuxiu's words were like a warm current, dissolving the last bit of resentment in Tien Shinhan's heart.

Seeing the sincere looks in the eyes of everyone around him, Tien Shinhan finally revealed a faint smile on his usually tense face.

"Then... I shall respectfully comply."

"Great! Let's go!!"

Bulma cheered and conjured an even more luxurious large transport plane from the capsule.

The group boarded the plane one after another.

Just before closing the hatch, Sun Wuxiu stopped and looked back at the dense primeval forest in the distance.