I became the supreme god in the dragon ball universe

So, for a few days, Weiss has been training Celia and the three of them in the extradition method to the underworld, shuttling back and forth between the underworld and the living world.

Because the skill points of Saiyan's strange ability are not very good, it took the three of them a while to master that strange ability.

You can freely shuttle back and forth, without asking the gods and Yama, or even divination mother-in-law, which saves a lot of trouble.

"Titus!"

After a few days' absence, Celia went straight to Titus when she came back, but was stopped by Weiss' cane when she got halfway.

"Don't go there, he seems to have fallen into a strange mental state." Weiss prevented Celia from touching Titus.

Cultivation in the spiritual world is extremely dangerous, and if you disturb it a little, all previous efforts will be wasted.

Titus floated cross-legged in mid-air, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his aura remained at the peak of normality, obviously falling into a strange state that others could not describe.

"Then he'll be all right?" Celia respected Weiss very much.

In front of Weiss, they felt like monkeys who hadn't fully evolved.He didn't even have the courage to shake his fist.

I really don't know how Titus keeps his composure and gets along with this kind of character.

"It's okay, as long as you don't disturb him." Weiss raised his hand and shot a beam of weak light.

When the weak light came a few meters in front of Titus, it formed a circular cover, enclosing Titus.

The sound and movement of the outside world are isolated by the mask.

"Go and do your own thing first, I'll watch over here, there won't be any problem." Weiss had a gentle voice and elegant demeanor.

After Celia flew out, she looked back a few times to make sure that Titus' breath was fine before flying to the lower realm.

After several people left, Weiss looked into the depths of the temple, nodded to the god there, and greeted politely, before focusing all his attention on Titus.

"It's so strange! I've seen someone who practiced to improve his combat power, but he hasn't seen someone who has improved his life level. It's been a long time since I met you." Weiss muttered to himself with novel words in his mouth.

Although the improvement was very slow, it was even difficult to detect the difference, but Weiss did find that Titus was slowly improving.

……

different from external changes.

Titus is in a delicate state at the moment.

Taking advantage of the fact that Weiss was training Celia these few days, he found a safe place and opened the dungeon, ready to enter the bald dungeon to have a look.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered, I was lost in a deserted, seemingly endless white space.

After waiting in place for a while, he felt a sharp pain and stuck in the dungeon.

Monk Titus Zhang Er was puzzled and entered the copy space again.

This time he vaguely saw the shadow of the light, and the next moment, it got stuck again.

The third time, the fourth time...and on until these last few times.

He could finally confront the sudden figure head-on.

White cloak, orange tights, belt and boots of a different color, no hair on the head, so shiny that it can be used as a reflecting mirror.

The opponent appeared, just looking at Titus's hair, he couldn't help punching him.

It wasn't until the next few times that Titus could see the whole picture of the other party, it was the weird guy with a punch, Saitama!
Class B hero? x
Saitama weirdo? √
"This time I can catch you ten moves, and next time I can catch you twenty moves. You are not improving as fast as I am!" The fighting factor in Titus' body was about to move.

His combative human side, combined with the fighters in the Saiyan body, is full of fighting spirit.

"You can only catch my random ten punches, a hundred punches, and I will take a serious punch, but you still can't catch it!" Saitama looked at him listlessly with those dead fish eyes.

Only when he punched, Titus could feel the powerful fluctuations from that unwavering face.

"Although I don't know why you appeared in my dream, I have to admit that your rapid improvement did make me a little bit excited, but only a little!" Saitama pinched his thumb with his index finger, and then separated it slightly.

The gaps of separation are so small that they are almost invisible.

A little bit!

"Dream? You are right to understand that!"

Titus flashed in front of Saitama, punched through the air, and slammed into his face.

Saitama put his arms in front of his eyebrows, resisted the punch and flew backwards, but he was not injured.

Titus flew into the sky, his breath concentrated in the palm of his hand surgingly, countless air currents escaped from the peak of his fist, and the destructive light ball hooked with lightning crashed down.

"Let's give it a serious punch!"

Qiyu's cheeky face suddenly became serious, showing a handsome and serious face. Here, when his fist is attacking, you can see
Fluctuations of halos and shocks.

With just one punch, Titus' attack in Super Saiyan state was suddenly broken up.

"Seriously jump!"

Saitama kicked the ground suddenly, the ground was as hard as iron, but there was still a loud bang.

"A serious punch!"

Saitama's fist enlarged and suddenly hit the front door.

brush!
Titus used teleportation and appeared behind Saitama, with his knee on the opponent's back, and the charging fist hit Saitama's neck, directly knocking Saitama down.

For a moment.

Saitama got up and shook the dust off his body.

But in fact, his body was not contaminated with any substantial dust, and the space here was spotless.

Let's just say this is a spiritual space, and those who fight fiercely will not feel tired, but as long as the body here suffers a fatal blow, the consciousness will return to the physical body.

"This time, I persisted for half an hour, and the racial value must have improved significantly." Titus didn't realize it when he was focused on it. When he left the battle, he realized that he had persisted far longer than he thought.

He clicked the stopwatch on his wrist, the product of spiritual embodiment, which cannot be taken out of the outside world.

"It's almost there, I should take you out." Saitama seemed to be a little bit out of interest.

"I remember that you are not short of money? I suggest that you can write some bizarre adventure stories based on your dream experience. Dreams are dreams, careers are careers, and people have to live."

Saitama sent Titus out painlessly, and Titus left this sentence before leaving.

"Story? I don't know how to write that stuff!" Qiyu said in a daze.

His outward character was far more dull than his inner self showed.

"But what he said makes sense. If this is not just a dream, but my subconscious desire for fighting, and another potential personality bred, then I can indeed write a book." Saitama scratched his bald head, "But that guy's thick hair is really enviable! Sure enough, it's right, that guy has everything I want but lacks! Thick hair, lost fighting enthusiasm, cool and handsome combat uniform..."

Qiyu thumped his left fist on the palm of his right, and suddenly realized.

Soon, he also disappeared into the strange space.

in another room.

"Mr. Saitama slept longer than usual this time! Is sleeping a kind of training?" Genos paid attention to Saitama's daily routine, and the small notebook was filled with dense black letters.

Saitama Shiyu looked at Genos, and his eyes stayed on the other's small notebook.

"If I'm really mentally ill, half of the reason will have to be attributed to this kid!"