American Comics: BOSS Invasion

【Entering the second dimension!】

【The role to play in this mission is Piccolo Daimaō!】

【The story insertion point is when Son Goku launches his final attack!】

【This punch concentrated all of Son Goku's power, unleashing the Saiyan's unparalleled genes for the first time, betting everything on a victory! The host's appearance completely changed Piccolo Daimaō's fate and the entire story's trajectory!】

【Mission requirement: Maintain Piccolo Daimaō's rule for at least six months!】

【Mission reward: The method of creating and using the Dragon Balls! Special reminder: This mission has no time limit. The longer you maintain the rule, the richer the rewards!】

As the last line of smoky text appeared, Qi Shan couldn't help but widen his eyes.

After entering the third stage, this system seemed overly generous. Before, it only offered a chance to make a wish, but now it directly provides the method of creating and using the Dragon Balls, which is a world of difference.

This is the difference between giving a man a fish and teaching him how to fish!

After leaving the last mission world, there was no pause at all. Qi Shan only felt a blur before his eyes before reappearing in the air above a wilderness, the entire world in a state of stillness.

No object could move, including Qi Shan himself. His current image was quite classic: a standard Namekian warrior, tall and slender with handsome features, only wearing somewhat strange clothes with a large 'Demon' character on his chest!

Looking at the little Son Goku flying towards him, gritting his teeth and exerting all his strength to slam his only mobile fist into his chest,

Qi Shan knew what kind of image he presented, even with his butt.

Strictly speaking, Piccolo Daimaō was much stronger than Piccolo Jr. Piccolo Jr.'s astonishing combat power was the result of Piccolo Daimaō's own choice.

After being beaten to death by Son Goku, Piccolo Daimaō condensed all his life force and spat out Piccolo Jr. His expectation for his offspring was revenge!

To put it simply, the relationship between Piccolo Daimaō and Piccolo Jr. could be described as that of Lu Ban and Shi Zhixuan.

Piccolo Daimaō was like Lu Ban, possessing many abilities, all kinds, and each very useful, but none trained to the extreme. Piccolo Jr. was similar to Shi Zhixuan, possessing extreme combat power.

Or, in terms of pure combat and training, Piccolo Jr. was purer.

Now that Piccolo Daimaō had been replaced by Qi Shan, his inevitable death was no longer a threat, and Piccolo Jr. would not be spat out.

Although Piccolo Daimaō's egg-spitting skill was powerful, Qi Shan didn't want to try it.

For no particular reason, he just couldn't accept it aesthetically!

As Qi Shan came back to his senses, the smoky text gradually dissipated, and the surrounding time began to flow again.

The little Son Goku in front of him instantly accelerated from a standstill to an extreme, slamming a fist fiercely into Qi Shan's chest.

At this moment, he could still hear the slogan shouted a few seconds ago as he delivered his final blow.

"This punch will definitely defeat you!"

The fist touched his chest, and the scene instantly froze.

All the power gathered in little Son Goku's body instantly poured into Qi Shan's chest, staying for less than a second before flowing into the small universe space.

Qi Shan floated quietly, looking coldly at Son Goku with a hint of astonishment, his mouth seemingly forming an impossible shape, and then he fainted.

Son Goku crashed headfirst from dozens of meters in the air, hitting the ground with a thud, raising dust, and sinking halfway into the ground.

His eyes rolled back, and his limbs bled, apparently having passed out.

Qi Shan didn't pay attention to this, but subconsciously observed his own body.

It seemed that he had acquired the skill of Bukū-jutsu a long time ago, but he hadn't used it for long before he forgot about it.

However, due to genetic limitations, the upper limit that humans could withstand was very low. So, even if the Dragon Ball warriors had good combat power, they couldn't keep up with the development of the plot in the later stages. After Vegeta landed, they were completely marginalized.

Even in the later Android Saga, they directly became a burden.

By the Buu Saga, Earth could only be protected by Super Saiyans.

Piccolo Daimaō's physique was indeed special. Even in his transformed state, his absolute attributes still followed him, and he could still feel the subtle differences.

No wonder Piccolo Daimaō was described as the most talented child in Namekian history. If it weren't for escaping natural disasters, he wouldn't have been sent to another planet.

Qi Shan deeply admired this guy who could reproduce a race by himself and possessed unlimited talent.

If Piccolo Daimaō didn't die, he might really have shrouded the Earth in his terrifying rule for a period of time.

However, this time was destined not to be too long, after all, the protagonists were the Saiyans, and their power-ups were even more exaggerated!

"Goku!"

Several mournful cries came from all directions.

Qi Shan looked up and found some familiar figures.

Tien Shinhan and Krillin had fallen into different pits, Chiaotzu was unconscious, foaming at the mouth, and only Launch, who could change her personality by sneezing, seemed to have escaped unscathed.

They looked in Son Goku's direction, their expressions heavy.

Had they failed after all?

Even Son Goku couldn't defeat this demon?

Was Earth going to be destroyed like this? Were they going to die soon?

Tien Shinhan's mind was in chaos. He even saw Piccolo Daimaō laughing arrogantly, reaching out his palm and firing a shockwave, blasting Son Goku on the ground into pieces.

However, the next second, Piccolo Daimaō's reaction stunned Tien Shinhan.

"Good fight! I really enjoyed it!"

Qi Shan twisted his neck, making a crisp sound.

He floated in the air with his arms crossed, looking down at the embarrassed enemies.

"You're called Tien Shinhan, right? Son Goku's physique is not bad, he's just exhausted and slightly injured. If he gets help quickly, he won't die!

When he wakes up, tell him not to daydream with his current strength. If he wants to overthrow my terrifying rule, he needs to find a way to get stronger as soon as possible.

Let him become stronger as soon as possible. I hope he can make it more fun for me next time he comes to find me!"