One Punch of Justice

Chapter 196 Let me go and have a look

I didn't notice it before...

Saitama stood in front of Bulma and Goku, and the cloak behind him was blown up by the wind: Because I won money, I bought food and clothes. Before I heard your cry for help, I was still changing clothes slowly... ...

I am a hero.

Saitama raised his head and looked at Piccolo: Professional.

Raising his head with hazy eyes, Bulma kept wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, but the tears were blurred, and he still couldn't see the appearance of that person clearly.

Light poured from the cracks in the roof.

Suddenly.

The fairy tale has appeared in front of my eyes!

The heart is like a mirror, and the practice is righteous.

Bulma suddenly found that he seemed to see a real hero!

Pro hero?

Big Devil Piccolo took a step back subconsciously, but then he felt a little baffled: Hmph, I don't know the so-called human beings! Guys like you, no matter how many people come here, they are just dying! Raising it high, he shouted sharply: I might as well tell you! What I hate the most are 'peace' and 'justice'! Idiots who play hero games, let me go...

die!!!

The last word death was not spoken!

That was the last consciousness of Piccolo before his death.

Throw your fist, close your fist.

The two simple movements are as funny as elementary school students fighting on the street.

But……

Boom! After a muffled sound.

Big Devil Piccolo is gone.

Completely gone!

After clapping his hands, Saitama turned around, the expression of salted fish on his face remained unchanged from the beginning to the end.

Killing the big devil Piccolo with a single blow is just as natural as killing a bug.

When he came to Xiao Wukong and crushed the magic arrow with one hand, the expression on Xiao Wukong's face eased a lot, and finally he breathed a sigh of relief from his barely tense nerves.

Do you want to eat the newly bought pineapple buns?

Saitama took out a pineapple bag from the bag in his left hand and handed it over.

Bulma was still wiping her tears and was about to thank her, but when Saitama came suddenly, she suddenly became at a loss.

However, Xiao Wukong happily took the pineapple bun and ate a couple of mouthfuls, recovering a little.

Taking out another hot dog from the packaging bag, Saitama took a bite by himself, and asked vaguely while chewing: By the way...do you know who that guy is? Why did he want to kill you?

He's the Great Piccolo...

In the middle of the sentence, Bulma looked at Saitama's bald head and suddenly remembered: Wait a minute! You...you seem to be the winner of the world's number one martial arts association this time!?

Saitama squinted his eyes and said: Why does it seem... I am...

ah……

Because the sense of existence is too low, the appearance is not recognizable.

I can only think of it roughly by relying on the characteristics of the bald head...

But having said that, I seem to know a lot of bald heads...

Bulma thought so in his heart, but of course he couldn't say it out. After all, his life was saved just now, and this guy seemed to be a handsome guy when he got serious...

The monster just now is called Big Devil Piccolo...

Bulma hugged Xiao Wukong, bowed her head sadly and said with difficulty: Many of our friends were killed by his subordinates... Having said that, Bulma smiled at Saitama: Thank you very much, for coming The timing is right so we can survive...

well……?

Saitama blinked: Wouldn't it be better if I came earlier...

Actually, there was an even more powerful monster here just now...

Little Wukong clenched his fists hard, looked down, his eyes were full of unwillingness: Although I don't know why, I suddenly became stronger dozens of times, but I am still no match for that guy... There is no possibility of winning at all. nor……

Bulma next to him added: It's because of that guy's intervention that Little Wukong can't beat Piccolo.

Well, that's it...

Saitama thought for a while, and asked Bulma, Where is that guy now?

have no idea……

Bulma shook her head.

But then she seemed to remember something, and said hastily: Wait a minute! I remember...that monster seems to have ordered Big Demon King Piccolo to help him collect dragon balls!

Dragon Ball?

Saitama Salted Fish scratched his head: What is that...

This is it……

Goku, who was lying in Bulma's arms, reached out and took out an orange glass ball from the cloth bag at his waist, and showed it to Saitama: This is the Dragon Ball... as long as you collect seven of them, you can make a wish come true... I If you want to collect them all, resurrect Grandpa Guixianren and Kelin...

a wish?

Saitama was taken aback, and then moved his head up to take a closer look at the four planets.

No matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary glass ball...

Could it be that they were tricked into buying souvenirs by door-to-door salespeople?

but……

This glass ball...

I always feel a little familiar...

At this time, Boulma took out the Dragon Ball Radar that he carried with him.

The radar shows that there are three dragon balls gathered together and moving!

found it!

Bulma screamed in her heart: No, they are really looking for Dragon Balls! What should I do!?

What should I do...

Saitama glanced at the Dragon Ball Radar in Bulma's hand, probably remembered the direction, and turned to leave: I'll just go over there and have a look...

Oh!? Wait a minute!

Bulma quickly stopped Saitama: You heard what Xiao Wukong said just now, he has become stronger dozens of times and he is no match for that monster! You may be in danger if you go! Even if you really want to fight, at least wait After Xiao Wukong regains his strength, you together...

Don't be so troublesome...

Saitama Salted Fish looked at Bulma standing in front of him, squinted his eyes and said, Just now I ate a lot of roasted sweet potatoes, and I have a little indigestion...

no!

Bulma shook her head again and again: I can't watch my savior die!

The words are not finished.

Goku, who was lying in her arms, looked into Saitama's eyes, as if he suddenly noticed something.

Let him go, Bulma.

Little Wukong blinked: I feel...he is much stronger than that guy...

very many!

...

at the same time.

Sitting on the plane, Demikula, who was considering whether he should also go out to find Dragon Ball, received a report from Chowder.

Master Demon God! Great news!

Mixed Rice hurriedly ran out of the cab, nodded and bowed, rubbed his hands together and smiled apologetically: The seventh Dragon Ball that we haven't been able to find on the radar has just appeared on the map! The location is very close to here, it should be in the Budao just now. Inside the hall!

Budokan?

Demigulla frowned displeased: Why didn't the radar find it just now?

Chowder was taken aback, and quickly bowed and explained: Maybe it was put together with other metals, which interfered with the radio waves, or was swallowed by creatures...

Hmph, forget it...

Demigulla put his elbows on the armrest and dragged his head, It happens that Piccolo is still there, I will inform him telepathically, let him look for it...

After all, Demigulla closed his eyes and began to communicate with Piccolo in the mind world.

But……

! ! !

Open your eyes suddenly!

Demigulla's face immediately turned cold!

Telepathy...communication failed!

When this happens, there is only one possibility other than being in the enchantment of God!

he already……

died!

how so! ?

That kid who can become a Super Saiyan should have been sealed by himself! How could Piccolo still be killed! ?

What the hell happened! ?