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

"This kind of gap cannot be bridged by just one year of training."

"This is like sending ants to kill an elephant."

Panic is spreading.

Even the usually proud and arrogant Piccolo was now ashen-faced, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Eighteen thousand...

This number felt like a mountain, pressing down on him and making it hard for him to breathe.

He couldn't even imagine what it would look like if that level of energy were unleashed.

But at that moment...

Piccolo suddenly raised his head, his sharp eyes fixed on Son Goshu.

He discovered a blind spot.

While everyone else was terrified by the number, Sun Wuxiu remained calm and composed.

There was even a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Hey, Son Goshu."

Bick suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence.

“You just said that it was despair for ‘us’.”

Bick emphasized the word "we".

"how about you?"

Piccolo's gaze was piercing, as if he could see through Son Gosho's hidden strength.

“You just gave Vegeta a really thorough dressing-down and told him to come over here.”

"Since you know he has a combat strength of 18,000, how dare you provoke him like this..."

"That means you should be confident in dealing with him, right?"

Chapter 39 A Promise a Year Later

Hearing Bick's words, everyone suddenly realized what was happening.

Yes! And there's also enlightenment and cultivation!

"Senior Brother Wuxiu!"

Krillin, as if grasping at a straw, asked, "You...you can beat Vegeta?"

All eyes, filled with hope, were once again focused on Sun Wuxiu.

Facing the expectant gazes of the crowd.

Sun Wuxiu did not answer directly.

He simply took off his sunglasses, his dark eyes gazing at the distant sea, revealing a mysterious and unfathomable smile.

Then, he extended his right hand and made a "little bit" gesture with his thumb and forefinger.

"Um……"

"Probably... a tiny bit better than him."

"A little bit?"

Everyone was stunned.

Isn't this quantifier a bit subtle?

Was it a narrow victory? Or...?

But seeing Sun Wuxiu's confident and almost composed demeanor, everyone's worries were finally relieved.

"Phew...that scared me to death." Klin patted his chest.

"Since Senior Brother says he's better than him, then there's definitely no problem! After all, Senior Brother never boasts."

"Yeah, yeah! With Wu Xiu around, that prince would be nothing but a sitting duck!"

Yamcha also regained her spirits.

Only Piccolo and Goku maintained a serious expression.

They are true martial artists, able to understand the deeper meaning in Son Gosho's words.

To dare to say "a little stronger" in the face of a fighting force of 18,000 represents absolute confidence.

Sun Wuxiu looked at the group of people who had regained their energy and chuckled to himself.

A little stronger?

Normally, ten million is no match for eighteen thousand. That's more than just a little stronger; it's like using a nuclear bomb to kill a mosquito.

However, in order not to let these people become completely complacent because they have a powerful backer, he did not make any definitive statements.

Pressure is the driving force for becoming stronger.

"Goku."

Sun Wuxiu turned his head and looked at his younger brother.

"Even though I said I could win."

"But... this is a battle for the Saiyans, and a battle to protect the Earth."

Sun Wuxiu's eyes turned serious.

"If Vegeta comes then, do you expect me to just take care of him..."

"Or perhaps..."

"You want to spar with him yourself?"

This is actually a multiple-choice question.

The choice is between a comfortable, easy win or pushing your limits on the brink of life and death.

Wukong was stunned for a moment.

He looked down at his fist, then at Gohan, who was still fast asleep beside him.

If it's for the safety of Earth, having the older brother take action is undoubtedly the safest option.

but……

A surge of boiling blood welled up from the depths of his heart; it was the Saiyan's warlike instinct and a martial artist's yearning for strength.

"Eighteen thousand..."

Wukong muttered to himself, then raised his head. The fear in his eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by a burning fighting spirit.

He grinned, revealing his signature, confident smile:

"elder brother."

"Even though that guy is ridiculously strong... I still want to give it a try!"

"I want to fight him myself!!"

"If I don't challenge people stronger than myself, I'll never become stronger! Even if it's 18,000... I want to use this year to catch up with him!!"

Hearing this answer, Sun Wuxiu smiled with satisfaction.

This is the real Sun Wukong.

This is the true Kakarot, who becomes stronger when facing stronger opponents and is always pushing his limits.

"it is good."

Sun Wuxiu nodded. "Then it's settled."

"This year, I will devise a hellish training program for you. Whether you can survive the pressure of 18,000 will depend on your own fate."

"Yes!!" Wukong shouted excitedly.

At this time.

Piccolo, who had been silent all along, suddenly snorted coldly and turned to fly away.

"Hey Piccolo, where are you going?" Goku called out. "Want to train together?"

"Enough with the nonsense, Sun Wukong."

Bick didn't turn his head back, his white cape fluttering in the wind.

"I have no interest in playing house with you guys."

"Those two Saiyans...and Vegeta..."

Bick tilted his head slightly, a glint of ambition flashing in his single eye.

"This planet will be mine sooner or later."

"Since it's mine, I absolutely won't allow anyone else to touch it! Not even aliens!"

"Before those two guys arrive, I'll become stronger in my own way. Then..."

Piccolo glanced at Son Gosho, a hint of challenge flashing in his eyes.

"Once I kill those two Saiyans, the next one... will be you!"

Done.

"call out--"

Piccolo transformed into a streak of white light and vanished into the sky in an instant.

Although he spoke harshly, everyone knew that this former great demon king had already joined the united front to protect the Earth.

"What an insincere guy," Klin remarked.

"All right."

Sun Wuxiu clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention back.