Dragon Ball: The Strongest Training

In the third month, Gohan stopped clamoring to go home.

Gohan's figure was flashing quickly through the jungle, leaving deep footprints.

A month ago, Gohan wore a 20-pound weight, but Gohan's talent was quite high, and now he was completely accustomed to it, without any burden.

"Uncle Piccolo, I'm back." There was slight sweat on Gohan's face, and his face was only red. At first, it took Gohan ten hours to run back and forth, but now it only takes Gohan two hours, and he is carrying Under the premise of bearing weight.

Piccolo nodded in agreement.

"Starting today, you can temporarily take off the weights."

Gohan jumped for joy when he heard Piccolo's words: "I can finally take it off."

"Hehe, my body has become so light." Gohan was jumping on the spot.

"Now I'll teach you the killing moves!" An evil smile appeared on Piccolo's face.

Piccolo took Gohan to a more open place.

"Dodge my attack." Piccolo said calmly.

"Huh? What?" Gohan didn't hear clearly, but Piccolo's attack had already arrived.

A black shadow passed by, and Gohan was knocked out, holding his neck and screaming in pain.

What Piccolo gave to Gohan was a killing move, specifically attacking the weakest part of the human body.

"Get up quickly!" Piccolo shouted as he looked at Gohan who fell to the ground. He had already controlled his strength just now, and Gohan was fine.

Gohan stood up reluctantly, his neck was a little red and swollen, and he looked at Piccolo with a resentful expression.

"Dodge my attack!" Piccolo said again.

Gohan's eyes became determined and he stared at Piccolo in front of him seriously.

Piccolo's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"Huh?" Gohan, who was concentrating on seeing Piccolo's figure disappear, panicked again.

"Bump!" Gohan flew away again.

"You're such a shame, I can't see you at all." Gohan said aggrievedly.

"You can't just look...you have to feel...the enemy is moving too fast, how can you see it just with your eyes?" Piccolo said, standing behind Gohan with his arms folded.

"How is this possible? How would you know without looking?" Gohan looked a little shocked.

"Beep" Another ray of light shot out of Piccolo's eyes, hitting Gohan.

"Ah!" Gohan screamed.

"Stop talking nonsense, concentrate very much, think of me as your enemy now, I want to kill you now!"

Gohan somewhat understood...

Gohan was beaten dozens of times again, and his strength was finally exhausted. He was now lying on the ground gasping for air.

Piccolo was also floating in the air, eyes tightly closed.

"Hiss, it hurts!" Gohan touched the knot on his face, thinking about the knowledge that Piccolo gave him today.

the next day……

"Use your heart to sense the surrounding environment and the flow of air, so as to judge the trajectory of the enemy's movement." Piccolo's figure was moving quickly while teaching Gohan in the center.

Gohan heard Piccolo's words and thought seriously.

Gohan closed his eyes, feeling that the surrounding environment was still, and suddenly there was a movement of air behind him.

"Ha, Uncle Piccolo is behind." Gohan had a serious face and punched backwards, but it hit Piccolo's afterimage.

"Eh? Gone?" Gohan looked around.

"What's behind!" Piccolo kicked Gohan on the butt.

"He was obviously here just now." Gohan said with a depressed look on his face.

There was also a drop of sweat on Piccolo's head. He was indeed at the back just now, and Piccolo changed his position again in an instant.

"This kid's talent is definitely better than his father's."

"The enemy is alive, use your brain, the moves on the battlefield will change rapidly..." Piccolo said seriously again from the side.

"Oh" Gohan nodded obediently.

Time passed day by day, and Gohan survived Piccolo's beatings for another three months...

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Gohan was attacking Piccolo madly in mid-air.

Piccolo was also defensive seriously.

Gohan's attack was a bit messy, and he was so focused on attacking that he had no defense. Piccolo found the right moment and punched Gohan in the abdomen.

"Ah, um!" Water spat out of Gohan's mouth and fell straight down.

When he was almost close to the ground, Gohan sent out a Qigong wave in his hand to slow down his downward momentum, and rolled away with the force.

"Uncle Piccolo, your punch just now was too hard." Gohan rubbed his belly and looked at Piccolo with some resentment.

"If you were a real enemy, you would have died long ago." Piccolo glanced at Gohan and said calmly.

Gohan wanted to refute, but what Piccolo said made sense.

After a day of practice, Gohan and Piccolo sat in front of a small fire.

Gohan held the roasted boar leg and handed it to Piccolo.

Piccolo took over naturally. Since he learned how to use Qi, his hunting ability has become stronger and stronger. He has been doing this for two months, and Piccolo has become accustomed to it.

Gohan was also eating a large piece of meat in his mouth and asked vaguely: "Uncle Piccolo, who is better between you and my father?"

Piccolo was eating barbecue, and when he heard Gohan's question, his livid face turned red. He seemed a little embarrassed and coughed a few times.

"Of course I'm awesome." Piccolo said pretending to be in front of Gohan.

"Oh, it turns out my dad can't beat you." Gohan looked like Piccolo, you are so strong.

"Ahem, cough, cough." Piccolo was a little embarrassed at the moment and didn't answer any more.

"Uncle Piccolo, why do you want to rule the earth? Isn't it good to be like this now?" Gohan's innocent tone can often hit people's hearts more directly.

When Piccolo heard this, he was slightly stunned by the movements of his hands: "Really? Why do I rule the earth? Defeat Sun Wukong? But... after ruling the earth, there is no opponent..."

Piccolo was deep in thought, but when he looked at Gohan on the side, he made another face: "Eat quickly, I will take you home after eating!"

"Really?" Gohan looked at Piccolo in surprise.

Piccolo nodded.

"Haha, that's great. I miss my parents so much." Gohan started to devour it.

In fact, Gohan stopped pestering Piccolo about going home as early as three months ago, and Gohan had learned the dance skill a month ago, so he could have fled home while Piccolo was practicing, but Gohan didn't do this, but it touched Piccolo's heart.

After Gohan learned the dance, he also considered escaping home by himself, but wasn't it a little bad to leave without saying goodbye? Moreover, Uncle Piccolo gave him a lot of things. Uncle Piccolo would definitely be bored here alone, so Gohan didn't go home secretly.

Gohan had finished his meal and was wrapping something in the beast's skin.

"Okay, Uncle Piccolo, I've packed it up." Gohan said to Piccolo from the side.

"Okay, let's go home!" Bick was about to get up.

"Uncle Bick, I can fly home by myself."

"Huh? Piccolo looked at Gohan and found it difficult to adapt. Is this the same Gohan as he was half a year ago?"