Dragon Ball: Counterattack Yamucha

Chapter 80 You Are Just My Clone

Kelin, Tianjin rice and dumplings, they all saw the shock in each other's eyes.

The strength of that Mr. Shen cannot be underestimated!

Although they were mentally prepared, they didn't expect that they would be able to fight back and forth with Piccolo.

They still don't know the identity of the god of heaven, they just regard him as a hidden master.

"Great! This way, even if Piccolo has any ideas, we can destroy him!"

Clint said excitedly.

"It seems that this battle will not end hastily."

Tianjin Fan clenched his fists and thought to himself:

fair enough.

Piccolo, let me take a good look at your skills!
"Are you here to deal with me?"

Piccolo's face was gloomy, and a series of strange words came out of his mouth.

"You possessed a human body just to kill me?"

Mr. Shen was sweating coldly on his forehead, and he whispered back in the same language:

"You know very well that I will not kill you"

"Hmph! You're getting stupid! God!"

Piccolo said sharply:
"You can't stop me. With your current body, you are not my opponent at all."

Suddenly, Piccolo thought of something.

Immediately, his face changed greatly, and he panicked: "Are you trying to commit suicide!?"

Languages ​​that do not exist on Earth spit out from the two mouths one after another, which made the narrator, including Wukong, frown.

"The two players stopped fighting, and they seemed to be using a language they couldn't understand. From their emotions, they could guess that they were arguing fiercely."

"Hehe, I was wrong, I don't want to die for you"

There was a trace of mischief in Mr. Shen's eyes, and his palm slowly moved towards his chest pocket.

An exquisite pottery bottle appeared in his hand, with strange symbols outlined in black ink on the bottle.

Seeing this scene, Yamcha's face became serious.

The main event is coming!
"Mr. Shen took out a bottle from his pocket and put it on the ground. It doesn't look like a weapon. Could it be a spell or something?"

The narrator saw this formation for the first time.

"What does the god want to do?"

Wukong didn't know about Mo Fengbo, he was puzzled by it.

The same is true for Tianjin rice, and I feel strange in my heart.

He murmured, "What's that?"

Unlike them, Kelin knew about Mofengbo, and even the Guixianren in the audience outside the ring.

"That is."

The astonishment in Kelin's heart was churning like sea water.

The symbol on the bottle is almost exactly the same as the rice cooker that Mr. Wu Tian tried to seal the Great Demon King before.

I didn't expect that besides Teacher Wu Tian, ​​there is someone else who can use the magic seal wave!

Mr. Shen, who was standing on the ring, was surprised in Kelin's eyes, and his heart was full of curiosity.

Who is he?
If he could just seal Piccolo like this, maybe it would be safer!
"Magic seal. Bo!"

Gui Xianren under the stage looked like he had seen a ghost, and his tone trembled slightly.

He finally understood.

Where did the terror in that demon boy come from, where did that familiar feeling come from.

This guy is Piccolo!
Piccolo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he remembered what this thing was used for.

Mr. Shen stretched out his arms impressively.

Demon seal wave!
There was a howling sound suddenly, and suddenly the wind blew up!
Suddenly, an extremely strange aura surged out, twisting into huge whirlpools one after another.

The space was distorted at this moment, and strong winds visible to the naked eye poured backwards.

At this time, he can no longer be called Mr. Shen, he should be a god.

Shocked expressions appeared on everyone's faces, this movement was not ordinary!
It really is the magic seal wave!

Kelin and Teacher Wutian were both shocked from the bottom of their hearts and said:
Must succeed!

"You are so stupid!"

Piccolo grinned, and the pride and ferocity on his face were vividly displayed.

He reached out and pushed:
"Bounce it back for you!"

A strong light flashed, and a more powerful Qi flowed in the air.

tom!
The god suddenly felt bad, the power of Mo Fengbo was out of his control, and the control right was being lost at a rapid rate.

Suddenly, the poles reversed.

Almost instantly, Piccolo turned from defense to offense.

Everyone only saw that Mr. Shen's body was compressed by the magic seal wave into a continuously distorted shape, and he was flying towards the center of the vortex quickly.

"how come!?"

At this time, Tianshen recalled Yamcha's reminder to him.

"Pick isn't the same guy he used to be!"

When he was about to be sucked into the vortex, the god returned the human body, and his god's real body was sealed in the bottle by Piccolo.

This scene made everyone a little dazed. They seemed to see a phantom in the haze, struggling to be sucked into the bottle.

God!

Wukong's face became agitated, he knew that the phantom was a god.

Now the god is actually sealed!

He was about to go forward, but Yamucha stopped him with his hand.

"Don't worry, I have a solution."

The confidence in Yamcha's eyes surprised Wukong.

He thought to himself: What is Yamcha going to do?
"Hahahahahaha!"

Piccolo stepped forward and tightly corked the bottle that sealed the god.

There was a strange smile in his mouth: "Hahahaha——you lost! Now you are just my clone!"

"hateful!"

Kelin slammed his fist against the wall, unexpectedly, Mr. Shen's magic wave was bounced back!

"Just a little bit!"

Klein gritted his teeth and said.

At this time, Tianjin Fan on the side also murmured: "So that's Mo Fengbo..."

Teacher Wu Tian under the ring was already sweating profusely.

But he still couldn't believe that Piccolo was able to rebound the magic wave, which meant that they could only confront Piccolo head-on in the future!
"nineteen……"

Here the narrator starts counting down the seconds, but both Wukong and Yamcha know it well.

The one lying there is just an ordinary human being, the real god has been sealed in the bottle.

"Contestant Shen lost consciousness! The devil boy won!"

shouted the announcer, announcing the result of the first game.

Mr. Shen on the ring woke up with a dazed expression, not knowing what happened.

Yamcha walked towards the back of the stage, halfway he ran into Piccolo.

"Hehe, what? Are you here to save that old guy?"

Piccolo folded his arms, his eyes squinted, and his tone was extremely disdainful.

"Release the gods."

Yamcha's tone was gentle, as if reminiscing with an old friend.

"Am I right?"

Piccolo turned around and said with a sinister smile, "Are you begging me? Then you have found the wrong person!"

Piccolo picked up the clay bottle with his fingers and opened his mouth to swallow it.

This is what you've been waiting for!

Seeing this, Yamucha's eyes sparkled.

He shot with lightning speed, with a bang.

Piccolo watched in surprise as the figure in front of him slowly dissipated, and soon Yamcha appeared behind Piccolo.

Without waiting for Piccolo to look back, he immediately pulled out the stopper and released the god from the vase.

Suddenly, a puff of white smoke swept away.

The figure of the god of heaven slowly emerged, which made Kelin Tianfan who followed behind very panicked.

There was disbelief in their tone: "Pick!?"

"It's not Piccolo, it's God, they used to be the same person."

Wukong came to the front at this time, and he explained to everyone.

"You bastard! How dare you..."

Shame spread across Piccolo's face, and more of it was exasperation.

Yamucha actually snatched the vase from his eyes, and he didn't notice it at all?
Piccolo was shocked:

His speed is not fast, he only used the afterimage fist, what is going on?

He didn't feel a trace of intention, and didn't even leak a little bit of anger.

　I seem to be recommended. I just put my head down and just finished writing. I should be able to code a chapter before twelve o’clock.

　　


(End of this chapter)