Two figures hovered above the valley.
"Come out!"
"Stop hiding!"
"Come with us and take us to your master, or we'll flatten this place!"
"You can't escape!"
Piccolo hovering above the valley, repeatedly shouted with a voice that echoed throughout the area. His dark yellow eyes gleamed like lightning, scanning the dense forests below, not missing a single rustle. He focused, sensing the surroundings—
In his mind, the area within several miles was shrouded in darkness. Whether in the treetops, the forest, or by the streams, many faint auras emitted a soft glow, like stars in the night sky. Then, these "stars" would disappear one after another, extinguishing one by one, as if blown out by the wind. Eventually... the surroundings were engulfed in complete darkness.
He waited, waiting for the "candles" in the dark to light up again.
A massive demon warrior, arms crossed, hovered beside him. He wore a look of dissatisfaction and impatiently held up the portraits of Taro and Asura, asking, "Are you sure someone left from that... Muten School Dojo?"
It was frustrating. While his strength far surpassed Piccolo, demon warriors power was naturally fixed at birth. Aside from minor improvements through combat, it was difficult to grow stronger through training. This demon warrior was no different; he was as weak as when he was born. He hadn't spent much time in the weaker human world, so his sensitivity to minor auras was not as sharp as Piccolo.
Sweat beaded on Piccolo forehead, and he hurriedly replied: "Of course, of course! When we destroyed the dojo, I clearly sensed a faint aura fleeing far away, and it disappeared completely within these mountains." After a pause, he focused and continued. "I believe this person was trying to escape and seek help from their master, that despicable human you're looking for..."
The demon warrior nodded, then shook his head. "If that's the case, we have to be careful. You don't know\... that human is extremely cunning." He couldn't help but recall the rumors of how this human had once ambushed and injured the Red Demon Queen.
"Be careful? It's just one of Mutaito's small disciples. Even if Mutaito himself showed up, I wouldn't care!" Piccolo cursed inwardly but only nodded meekly, saying nothing. The gap in their strength was too great, and as a demon himself, he knew how easily a demon could turn against someone. It was better not to say too much, as he might accidentally provoke this being and find himself killed.
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"Come out quickly!"
"Hiding is useless!"
"If you don't come out now, we'll destroy everything here!"
One of the disciples from the Muten school dojo hid in the deep mountain forest, leaning against a towering tree. His breathing was labored; his energy was nearly spent after fleeing for so long. Even though he didn't need to consciously hide his aura anymore, the life force within him was flickering like a dying flame.
Piccolo voice echoed from above.
He ignored it.
Thoughts of his late master and the hardworking, now-departed master-in-law filled his mind. The Muten school disciple let out a bitter smile. "Master... I'm afraid I won't make it today. The Muten school legacy will fall to demons... I'm sorry. I wonder if... Master would still allow me to serve him..."
His vision blurred.
The disciple's mind was filled with memories of the past. He recalled the scenes where his fellow disciples practiced together on the mountain, exchanged martial arts, sparred with each other, laughed, played, and discussed the beauty of a certain girl in the town. All the memories from yesterday seemed so vivid, as if they had just happened. But now, his home was destroyed, his people were gone, and it seemed as if the entire world was about to fall into the hands of the demons.
A sense of sorrow filled the disciple's heart.
Even the legendary Demon King Piccolo, who almost conquered the world, had meekly become a subordinate to that fat demon, not daring to even breathe loudly... It was unimaginable how powerful that demon must be. Could anything be more terrifying? Could anything be more hopeless?
Of course, there was something even more terrifying, for the demon he feared was merely a regular member of the demons that caused this disaster. If he were to face the Red and Black Demon Kings, he might collapse mentally, as if facing Broly would break the spirit of even the mighty Vegeta.
"Master... where have you gone? Are you still in this world? The Muten School is gone today... do you know this? If you are watching from heaven, please do not blame my master. It is our failure as disciples, lacking skill, unable to protect the dojo..."
The disciple thought of his master's master, the founder of the dojo, who was depicted in the portrait hanging in their dojo. He recalled the great deeds of their founder and the breathtaking scenery of the Broken Mountain behind their dojo, which had been destroyed. His heart grew heavy.
"I heard that when Piccolo wreaked havoc on the world, it was master master, the grandmaster Mutaito, who stood up and sealed that demon with his own strength... But today, who will step forward?"
His mind began to fade. He had already been injured during the earlier destruction of the dojo. After a full day of frantic running, while trying to avoid revealing his aura, his body and spirit had been drained
The disciple's consciousness began to fade, and he could no longer control his own ki.
Then...
In the dark expanse of his mind, a tiny flicker of light appeared in the corner.
It was like a small candle flame, flickering in the wind.
In mid-air, Piccolo suddenly paused, his eyes narrowing into an evil smile. "Finally, it has appeared..."
The massive demon warrior beside him coldly urged, "Then hurry up and lead the way! Pull that insect out from below and force him to reveal the location of that human!" He shook the portrait in his hand, his sharp claws already puncturing several small holes in it. "I need to report to the Demon Kings as soon as possible! If this delays the Demon Kings' plans... even if I had a hundred lives, it wouldn't be enough!"
King Piccolo nodded repeatedly. He knew that a large group of demons from the demon realm had appeared in this world, led by two peerless demon kings, and the demon warrior beside him was just a mere minion.
As he thought about this, King Piccolo, once a feared ruler on Earth, felt a twinge of bitterness. Here he was, the great King Piccolo, a half-god of Earth, unable to even compare to a mere soldier from the demon realm.
He and the demon warrior flew down towards the thick forest below.
Soon, as they approached the forest, they both saw a human figure partially exposed behind a large tree.
King Piccolo's eyes glinted with malice.
The Martial Immortal disciple sensed the two powerful, malevolent auras approaching from behind. He smiled a smile that was hard to read. "Discovered, huh... well, it doesn't really matter whether it's good or bad..."
"Master, Mistress, Ancestor, I am coming..."
He closed his eyes, feeling powerless to escape, and knowing there was no opportunity left to run.
Let it be over.
But just at that moment, just as he had given up all resistance and was preparing to meet his end, a loud bird call pierced the sky!
"AAAHHH—"
The call was so loud, so distant, as if it came from the heavens themselves, descending upon the Earth. The cry was sharp and filled with an incredible penetrating force, shaking the soul!
The disciple opened his eyes in confusion. He struggled to turn his body and look behind him. His eyes widened in shock—what was this? A large, fiery red bird was descending from the sky, charging at King Piccolo and the demon warrior. And then...
With a single flap of its wings, the bird sent both demons flying!
A hand gently placed itself on the disciple's head.
He jolted, startled! Someone was beside him?! He quickly turned around, and to his surprise, a young man with black hair was crouching in front of him, his expression calm.
"Here, eat this," the young man said softly, holding out a small bean in his hand.
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