Dragon Ball: Counterattack Yamucha

Chapter 96 May Wukong be healthy forever

There were continuous friction sounds, and Piccolo rolled and fell to the ground.

boom!
A figure followed immediately, and kicked Piccolo's body away before he could stand up.

Yamcha's body, which had been swollen to the extreme, began to recede, and the air in his body shot out like a steam engine, making a humming sound.

Piccolo raised his head and saw the figure that was getting closer and closer, and the anger in his heart became more and more full.

He gritted his teeth and shot two rays of light from his eyes.

shhhhh!

The light passed through Yamcha's body, but it was just the afterimage of Yamcha left in place.

Yamcha suddenly appeared behind Piccolo, and he said briskly:

"Pick, you shocked me too much. I didn't expect you to be able to create such a move."

The shock and exclamation in Yamcha's eyes were not fake.

Piccolo used the magic flash cannon five years in advance, and he can also manipulate the qi in his body in another way, using them to strengthen his own strength.

This kind of creativity cannot even be compared with Wukong. If Wukong is a genius of fighting, then Piccolo is a genius of creation.

Piccolo gasped heavily,

When was the last time you felt this way?
I remembered.

It was the shock wave he sent out with all his strength in the martial arts meeting, but was caught by Monkey King with one hand.

Thinking of this, Piccolo felt fear in his heart.

This Yamcha was even more extreme than Monkey King, he blocked his magic flash cannon with his bare hands.

The move that he concentrated on and concentrated all his strength on one point was unexpectedly caught by him without any injuries.

The speed of the magic flash cannon, and the powerful penetrating power gathered.

Even if it was Monkey King back then, Piccolo had strong confidence to kill him!

"Unexpectedly... I lost to you again!"

Hearing Piccolo's words, Yamcha could feel the wavering and fear in his heart, and he felt that he should just let it go.

The reason why he was able to block Piccolo's ultimate move was entirely because of his precautions against Piccolo.

Regarding the power of the magic flash cannon, Yamucha still has lingering fears.

The spiral beam just now contained extremely powerful destructive power.

If he hadn't understood it in advance, it would be impossible for him to escape from Piccolo's attack.

Yamcha's arms are still trembling slightly. Although the impact force has been reduced a lot, it still gives off a strong sense of shock.

Just now he formed an isolation aura in the palm of his hand.

Piccolo's attack seemed to hit the softest object, and was bounced away by Yamcha's wave.

Dazzling pure white, with some blue streaks mixed in, entrenched on Yamucha's arm, spreading a steaming mist.

It looks like the claws of a tiger.

That is a concrete move created by Yamcha with breath, the roar of the dragon and the tiger.

Use the power of breath form to enhance the defense and attack power of part of the body!
"A very strong move, if you get hit, you will definitely die."

Yamcha praised.

There is no other reason, because the power of the magic flash cannon makes Yamcha feel that it has surpassed the original work.

Because of Piccolo sacrificing part of his life to boost his energy, Yamcha temporarily named him Speed ​​Breath Adjustment because of the move created by mistake.

This move has extremely fast breath mobilization, and it is very similar to the powerful fist possessed by Yamcha.

Both are to quickly accumulate the whole body's strength and condense it into one point to launch an attack.

It's just that the former tends to release qigong, while Qiangquan takes into account the balance of the two, and has undergone earth-shaking changes from body to breath.

"Can you still remember the method of quickly gathering breath just now?"

Yamcha asked suddenly.

Piccolo was taken aback when he heard that.

He didn't know why Yamcha suddenly changed his attitude, but he still replied subconsciously:
"of course."

"Try it well, use it well, maybe he can make you beat Monkey King."

That is not a simple breath adjustment, Yamucha felt that kind of wonderful effect when using it.

This kind of move that should only be used by Namekians appeared on his body.

When he used it, he found that the burden on his body was much weaker than that of a strong fist.

Although the strength of the increase is slightly inferior, the load brought by the flow of thoughts and the rapid adjustment of breath is less than one-tenth of that of Qiangquan, and the strength is almost the same.

In such a comparison, it means that Yamucha has found a better choice.

Earthlings use it without too much burden on the body.

In this way, it can be taught to other partners.

"..."

Piccolo has a bad premonition, and Yamcha actually knows how to improve his strength.

"Hey, my lord hasn't conceded yet!"

Piccolo gritted his teeth, his face was cold.

At this time, Yamcha's performance made him feel very annoying, with an imperial look on his face.

"You can't beat me."

Yamucha laughed softly, and then swallowed the fairy bean under the base of his tongue.

Suddenly, Piccolo showed a dull expression on his face.

Yamcha's qi recovered?

what happened?

How did he do that?
"what on earth is it?!"

Piccolo growled unwillingly.

Obviously, his anger is almost exhausted, and he still has the hope of winning.

"What tricks are you doing!"

Piccolo lowered his head, angry.

He clenched his hands tightly, wishing to tear up the Yamcha in front of him.

Yamcha smiled, and he waved his hand towards Piccolo.

"I told you and you still don't believe me."

He flicked his finger.

A fairy bean suddenly flew from the air to Piccolo's eyes.

Snapped!
Piccolo raised his hand and grabbed the beans in front of him.

He spread out his palm and found a green bean lying in his palm.

"Eat it and you'll understand."

Yamcha watched Piccolo swallow the fairy beans without hesitation.

He smiled and said:

"Pick, now I can tell you about the bet."

Piccolo's face was extremely ugly, he understood what happened just now.

The second after he swallowed the beans, the breath in his body recovered in an instant.

With such abnormal resilience, how could Piccolo not know the gap between the two.

He must have more of these things in his hand!

"Okay, but I won't easily admit defeat in this battle..."

Piccolo raised his hand and turned the tattered cloak into a brand new one.

"I haven't lost yet, so I have no reason to abide by the bet."

The corner of Piccolo's mouth was raised, and he said slowly with his arms folded, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter, if you don't win I will count you as a loser."

Yamcha shook his head.

"It will be a long time in the future."

He originally wanted to go to Piccolo to instruct Tianjin Fan Kelin and others to practice, but he gave up his idea after fighting Piccolo.

"I'm going to do a very important thing now, so I won't accompany you."

There is always a kind of luck in Yamucha's heart. He thinks that Tianjin Fan and Kelin may also be able to achieve a leap forward beyond the original work like Piccolo.

"A year from now, I may be in the wilderness of Nandu, and I will wait for you to visit me at that time."

For the first time, Yamcha invited Bick to fight.

Piccolo showed some excitement after listening, and he said in a low voice:
"Hehe, wash your neck and wait for me!

When my skill surpasses yours, it will be the day you die.

Soon, I will also let Monkey King find you! "

Piccolo has figured out how to use his strengths and now just needs a retreat.

He has full confidence, he believes that after the end of his practice, he will be able to defeat Yamcha and Monkey King!
Three days after the fight with Piccolo, Yamcha appeared in the West Sea.

He was wet all over, holding the Dragon Ball Radar and a shiny six-star Dragon Ball in his hand.

"Finally found the last one..."

Not long after, Yamcha appeared on a deserted island.

On the sand in front of him were seven dragon balls.

"Come out, Shenlong!"

Yamcha shouted softly.

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

There was a loud click.

Golden thunder and lightning intertwined and fell from the sky, and the turbid waves on the sea in the distance were turbulent and foggy.

The strong wind swept the dark clouds, and a golden dragon appeared between the dark clouds and the sea.

"Hi! Long time no see Shenlong!"

Yamcha greeted with a brisk tone.

"I can help you realize any wish, but only one!"

The urn sounded like thunder, and Yamcha raised his head to look at Shenlong.

(End of this chapter)