Global game evolution

"Have you seen the radar in front of us? With this thing, we can communicate with each other." Yang Ronger said.

Chen Anlin nodded. On the radar map in front of him, there were two villains, one red and one yellow.

The red one is Fang Yutong, and the yellow one is Yang Ronger.

"Chen Anlin, by the way, we don't know the name of your game yet."

When he was about to enter, Fang Yutong suddenly asked curiously.

"Yes, I forgot to ask, what is it called?" Yang Ronger was curious.

"Let's talk after we come out."

"It's quite mysterious."

Fang Yutong curled his lips.

brush!

A white light flashed and everyone began to enter the copy.

He glanced at the task prompt in front of him.

There are two tasks this time.

One is to collect all the Dragon Balls.

The other is to win the world's best martial arts championship.

"I don't know which session of the World's Best Martial Arts Tournament it is?"

Standing on the street, Chen Anlin thought in his mind.

Because as far as he knows, the enemies of each martial arts club are different.

It's better in the early stage. The strongest one is probably Sun Wukong or Turtle Immortal.

But in the later stage, Demon King Piccolo and Majin Buu are all very strong.

Afterwards, Chen Anlin walked to the newsstand on the street.

Just after passing by, Chen Anlin saw many martial arts masters walking on the street.

"The World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament is about to start tomorrow, and I heard that a guy with a green body is coming."

"It seems his name is Piccolo. This person is now popular in the casino. He has a high probability of winning the first place."

"I don't know what race it is..."

"Just buy this person to win."

"Don't forget, there is also the one named Sun Wukong here. This little guy has been second in the martial arts competition for several consecutive years. I am more optimistic about him."

Chen Anlin's heart moved after hearing this.

"Picker, Big Demon King Piccolo? Is this the last martial arts tournament in the first part of Dragon Ball?"

Chen Anlin clearly remembers that the first part of Dragon Ball was the best and most popular.

In the last martial arts event, Demon King Piccolo acted as the villain and faced off against Sun Wukong.

The process was thrilling, and in the end Sun Wukong narrowly won.

Chen Anlin had an idea, the ghost domain spread, and the entire western city was under Chen Anlin's control.

"Wukong, Wukong, the registration place is here."

Soon, Chen Anlin found the registration location for the martial arts conference.

To his surprise, Krillin, Sun Wukong and Bulma were all there, and these people happened to be signing up as well.

What a coincidence.

"Oh, here it comes."

Sun Wukong lazily walked towards Bulma, looking absent-minded, with his tail swishing behind him, very feebly.

"Wukong, what's wrong with you? Why are you so listless?" Bulma asked.

"Hey, Bulma, I feel uncomfortable when I think about my dragon balls being taken away."

Sun Wukong sighed.

Bulma comforted: "My radar shows that the Dragon Balls are already in this city, and guess what I found, all 6 Dragon Balls are on one person."

"Really?" Sun Wukong's eyes lit up.

"Of course it's true, but now Demon King Piccolo has also arrived."

Following Bulma's gaze, Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes.

Sure enough, they saw the Big Devil Piccolo walking to the registration desk and signing up.

After it was done, the Piccolo Demon Dynasty looked over: "Sun Wukong..."

"Picker!" Sun Wukong gritted his teeth: "Why did you come here?"

Big Demon King Piccolo shrugged, walked over and said, "I want to see how powerful human beings are, and then I will conquer them. The entire earth will be ruled by Piccolo."

"You are too bad, I will not allow this to happen." Sun Wukong gritted his teeth. If he were not afraid of Piccolo, Sun Wukong would have attacked him at this moment.

"Hahaha, Sun Wukong, do you know that the strong are respected in this world? By the way, I want to tell you something. Have you noticed that there are many strong people appearing recently?"

Sun Wukong was confused: "Are there many strong people?"

"That's right. I met someone who claimed to be a player. He actually knew Qigong. Although he was not strong enough for me and was instantly killed by me, I found that there are many such people."

It was rare for Demon King Piccolo to say so many words, and then he turned his head and said calmly: "I overheard their conversation. These people are not from this planet."

"What, it's not from this planet?" Klin's expression on the side was condensed.

Turtle Immortal came out at this time, his cynical face turned serious at the moment: "I smell the scent of a strong man."

"Oh? Kame Sennin, can you sense the strong man here?" Piccolo asked with interest.

Turtle Sennin sighed: "It's just a general intuition. We are being targeted, Piccolo, including you."

"Hahaha..." Piccolo laughed wildly upon hearing this: "Targeting on us? Don't be kidding, there is no one in this world who can target me."

While several people were talking, Chen Anlin walked in.

He suddenly saw Kame Sennin and others.

What surprised Chen Anlin was that among the people present, only Turtle Immortal was staring at him.

This look was like looking at a dangerous creature.

"This guy is so fast."

Turtle Immortal said suddenly.

"Who are you talking about?"

Sun Wukong was curious and followed Turtle Immortal's gaze and saw Chen Anlin walking over.

"There's nothing strange about this big brother." Sun Wukong asked.

"My Qi is always sensing the surroundings. There was no one at the door just now, but at some point, this person appeared." Turtle Immortal looked solemn: "This is not an ordinary teleportation, but a kind of space force."

Big Demon King Piccolo didn't pay attention to this, and snorted coldly: "No matter who it is, I will defeat you all in the next battle. Sooner or later, I will rule this world and make everyone surrender. I'm afraid..."

With that said, Demon King Piccolo left here without looking back.

"I'll go talk to that big brother."

Hearing that Chen Anlin was very strong, Sun Wukong ran towards Chen Anlin.

"Wukong, don't go..." Bulma's expression changed drastically.

Krillin also shouted hurriedly: "Wukong, are you an idiot? Don't go there...in case someone suspects something."

Unfortunately, Sun Wukong ran too fast and arrived in front of Chen Anlin in the blink of an eye.

"Uh..." Chen Anlin blinked: "Wukong..."

"Do you know me?" Sun Wukong was curious.

Chen Anlin said: "Yeah, you participated in the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament in the past few years. I saw you compete, and you were very good."

"Haha, I didn't expect anyone to know me." Sun Wukong was embarrassed.

"Wukong, Wukong..."

Bulma reminded in a low voice from behind, signaling Sun Wukong to stop talking.

After all, even Kame Sennin said that if this person is very strong, he is most likely not a good person.

She was worried that Sun Wukong would be deceived.

Sun Wukong was reminded and suddenly clapped his head: "I almost forgot about it, um... are you a good person?"

Chen Anlin actually heard what Turtle Immortal said just now.

Chen Anlin understood Turtle Immortal's concerns, so he walked over and said, "Everyone, I am just a member of the No. 1 Martial Arts Association in the World. I am definitely a good person."

"Oh, hehe, we didn't say you were a bad person, hehe..." Turtle Immortal smiled awkwardly.

"I didn't feel any malice from him, so I also thought he was a good person."

Sun Wukong said seriously.

Sure enough, Sun Wukong has a frighteningly simple character.

Chen Anlin smiled inwardly and said, "There will be a battle tomorrow. Please give me some advice then."

"Well, please advise."

Chen Anlin did not continue chatting with them. He came to the registration location and said to the employee at the registration counter: "Hello, I want to register for the competition."

"There are quite a lot of people signing up today."

The employee nodded, "Name."

"Chen Anlin."

Chen Anlin has no plans to change his name.

"Okay, your number is 56."

After giving his name, Chen Anlin left here.

Fang Yutong and Yang Ronger were in the city center and they did not plan to participate in the competition.

Their purpose is just to summon the dragon.

Unfortunately, these two people didn't know that God would be killed by Piccolo in this game.

So if you want to make a wish, you must defeat Demon King Piccolo!

"I don't know how strong Demon King Piccolo is."

Considering that he wanted to summon the dragon, Chen Anlin felt that he had to deal with the Big Devil Piccolo first.

Checking where Piccolo left, Chen Anlin chased after him.

Piccolo was floating in the air at this time, heading towards the canyon outside the city.

There will be a competition tomorrow. Although he is confident that he can defeat all enemies, he still does not give up and continues to train himself.

Aiming at a stone, Piccolo swept away.

Punch out!

"Boom boom......"

The huge stone exploded instantly.

Bit was very satisfied with this power.

"Yes, my sense of Qi has become more acute. God should appear tomorrow. Then it will be time for me to kill God. In this world, I am the only Demon King Piccolo, and no one will be my opponent."

Piccolo clenched his fists with a cold expression.

Suddenly, his ears twitched and he looked behind him in disbelief.

Because he heard footsteps and someone was coming.

He had seen the person who came, and it was the person that Turtle Immortal said was a strong man before.

‘Why is he here? ’

Piccolo frowned, feeling a little strange.

But one thing is for sure, this person is definitely not simple.

After all, if you can follow him so quickly, at least you won't be slower than him in terms of speed.

"Kamesennin is really powerful. I noticed your power the first time I saw you."

Before Chen Anlin arrived, Piccolo spoke loudly.

Chen Anlin shrugged: "If I want to hide it, Immortal Turtle will not notice me at all."

"Oh? You sound very arrogant." Bic said coldly.

"I'm just stating the facts."

"Then the facts are almost stated. I would like to know why you came with me?" Piccolo asked.

Chen Anlin pointed at Piccolo: "Because, I will not allow you to kill the gods."

The god is none other than Old Bic.

In the comics, Piccolo comes from Namei and is a native of Namei. His whole body is green.

After coming here, Old Bic wanted to be a god who did good deeds.

But the evil of mankind affected him, and Old Bick developed inner demons.

So, Old Piccolo activated his secret technique to expel the inner demons from his body. This inner demon was the Great Demon King Piccolo!

Nowadays, Old Piccolo is very old, and compared with the Big Devil Piccolo, he is no match for him.

So he had to deal with the Big Devil Piccolo first, and then he could make a wish to Shenlong.

Demon King Piccolo frowned and said in a deep voice, "How do you know I want to kill him?"

"No need to explain to you."

"Okay, in that case, I will defeat you and ask you slowly."

Big Demon King Piccolo snorted coldly, "Qigong wave..."

Piccolo stretched out his hand, and light gradually condensed in the palm of his hand. The concentrated light contained great power.

This force is getting stronger and stronger...

"go to hell!"

Demon King Piccolo roared.

"Whoosh!"

Powerful Qigong waves shot towards Chen Anlin quickly.

Chen Anlin stood motionless.

"I thought it was so awesome, but it turned out to be an idiot who didn't even know how to hide."

Piccolo shook his head in disappointment and prepared to leave.

But as the dust cleared, Piccolo frowned.

Because he discovered that Chen Anlin was still standing where he was without any damage.

"How...how is this possible?"

Piccolo was shocked!

It doesn't matter if there is no damage. The key is that Chen Anlin's clothes are not even torn.

This is not right.

"The power is very strong, but it is too weak."

Chen Anlin said.

"Magic light!"

Piccolo was angry and used his ultimate move again.

Five fingers shot out, and thin lines shot out from the fingers.

These magical rays have powerful cutting abilities and can cut through even the hardest things.

But when encountering Chen Anlin, the magic light directly penetrated Chen Anlin without any effect.

Piccolo was stunned.

"Okay, the game is over."

Chen Anlin stretched out his hand, "Bing, Feng!"

These two simple words put tremendous pressure on Piccolo.

"What a terrifying power! So cold..."

Piccolo's eyes were fixed. He tried to dodge, but it was useless.

The next second, his whole body was frozen in place, and the expression on his face was still in a state of shock.

Piccolo, fallen.

"It's not that great."

Chen Anlin scratched his head and muttered.

If his words were heard by Yang Ronger and others, they would be angry to death.

In this dungeon, Piccolo is as famous as Sun Wukong. I don’t know how many players encountered Piccolo and were killed by him.

Chen Anlin left here quickly.

But after a while, two farmers passed by.

"It's so cold. When did the temperature in this place get so low?"

The two farmers got out of the car and walked towards the iceberg carrying shotguns.

"Dead... dead people!"

Seeing Piccolo inside the iceberg, their expressions changed drastically.

"Hurry and call the police, someone is freezing to death inside."

"Yes, go to the police quickly..."

The two men left quickly.

Half an hour later, dozens of police cars and helicopters arrived.

The police officers got out of their cars and walked towards the iceberg.

"Hey, dear, with such a big iceberg, is there an abnormal climate here?"

"Experts are coming soon and they should draw conclusions."

More and more people knew about it, and the situation here was quickly reported by reporters.

"This station is reporting the latest news. Abnormal weather conditions occurred in the Eastern Mountains on the outskirts of the city. Huge icebergs appeared. Innocent people were frozen to death..."

Photos from the scene appeared on television.

Sun Wukong and his party were eating in the restaurant at this time. Sun Wukong finished more than thirty plates of beef by himself. It was not enough and he wanted to eat.

"We are destitute." Turtle Immortal shed tears.

At this time, Bulma looked at the TV in surprise: "Picker... Piccolo is dead!"