One Punch of Justice

"Kids don't ask these!!!"

Bulma yelled at Little Wukong in embarrassment, and then raised his head and spat: "This guy...is he really a dragon? Why does his tone sound like that of middle-aged uncle Xianshi..."

Little Wukong's curiosity remained undiminished, and he continued to ask: "What does salty wet mean, Bulma?"

Bulma blushed slightly, and punched Xiao Wukong on the head: "Shut up!"

At this time.

Saitama Salted Fish next to him said, "Maybe he is saying that it tastes like kelp..."

Little Wukong seemed to understand and nodded: "That's it."

"Huh? What are you two guys talking about..."

The black smoke demon dragon sneered and flicked the soot: "It's really a stupid and insignificant human being who utters wild words to the incarnation of the creator god... Then as a price, obediently surrender your own life!" There was a red light in the smoke dragon's eyes, and the surrounding black smoke became restless, surrounding Saitama and others!

"Wait... wait a minute!"

Bulma wanted to break free in panic, but found that the black smoke seemed to be solid, unable to move at all: "Aren't you a dragon? Why don't you ask our wishes, but want to kill us!!!"

"Shenlong? Hey... It seems that you still haven't figured it out..."

The Black Smoke Demon Dragon bound Saitama and the others with the black mist, raised it in front of him in mid-air, and sneered: "The world has two sides, light and dark. If the dragon that can fulfill your wish is light, then unfortunately, this time The awakened one represents the dark me..."

Having said that, the Black Smoke Demon Dragon looked around strangely: "But... reach an agreement with me to send my other avatars to the demon god Demigulla in different parallel worlds? Why are you guys here? Did humans wake me up?"

"... Demon God?"

Saitama closed his eyes and thought for a while, then said to the Black Smoke Demon Dragon, "Are you talking about a guy with a hairstyle that looks like a piece of garlic..."

"Cracked garlic?"

The black smoke demon dragon was taken aback by this description, but then he laughed strangely: "The description is very appropriate, little bald man! You are quite good at telling jokes, but it's a pity..." Speaking of this, the black smoke demon A fierce grin appeared on the dragon's face: "I will die after all!"

Saitama yawned listlessly: "Oh, that's it."

"Your expression is really embarrassing..."

The black smoke dragon looked at Saitama's indifferent look, and his face darkened.

This guy doesn't understand how great he is.

It seems that it is necessary to explain it to him...

Taking a strong puff of the cigar, the Black Smoke Demon Dragon said slowly to Saitama in a showy tone: "I was sealed away by that little bastard of the Quan Wang for countless years, and I was exiled to a strange parallel space. I can only rely on making wishes for others." The accumulated negative energy is used to fight for the hope of resurrection... But as a creator god, there are traces of my existence in every parallel universe, that is, these dragon balls..."

Saitama waved his hands impatiently: "Don't just say something inexplicable suddenly, I'm not interested in your affairs at all..."

"A single me is not the opponent of the king..."

The Black Smoke Demon Dragon ignored Saitama, and still said to himself: "So after a certain resurrection, I made an agreement with that guy Demigulla, and he sent my evil spirit to various parallel universes, awakening countless Then we devour all the parallel universes, grow stronger and unite as one, and then launch a counterattack against the Quan Wang... As a price, I promise to destroy the Quan Queen and help him become the only god in the new world..."

Saitama just looked at it so salty, motionless.

"So now you understand..."

The Black Smoke Demon Dragon put its big face in front of Saitama: "My existence is the highest point beyond all life, and my plan is a terrible conspiracy capable of destroying all parallel universes, and you... just awakened me inadvertently." Unlucky ghosts are just mortals..."

"Hey! You are so proud!"

Bulma, who was also surrounded by black smoke, shouted loudly: "The demon god you mentioned is not powerful at all. He was killed by Saitama-kun just now, maybe he hasn't cooled off yet!"

What! ?

The black smoke dragon froze for a moment.

Immediately after closing his eyes, the scene of Demigulla being killed in this universe began to replay in its sea of ​​consciousness.

Demicula didn't care at first either.

He felt as much as himself that the guy in front of him was just an ordinary bald human being.

You can kill him with just a wave of your hand!

And Demicula did exactly that.

But it didn't work at all...

...

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Demigulla couldn't make a single blow, so he glanced slightly higher at Saitama.

"You look a bit capable..."

Demicula was still sitting on the throne, proudly looking down at the mortal standing in front of him: "Of course, only in the category of human beings... For the demon god, no matter how powerful an ant is, it is still just an ant... ...I want to get rid of you, it's really easy!"

Accompanied by the evil voice, these words are very deterrent.

But……

"real!?"

Saitama is not only not afraid, but seems very happy: "All the enemies can be dealt with with one punch all the time, so I am very troubled that I am too strong... If you can defeat me, that would be great..."

One punch?

Ha, is this human being paranoid?

From Demigulla's point of view, this bald head is ordinary, and there is no "Qi" in his body.

Even killing chickens is difficult, let alone killing enemies.

"It's ridiculous!"

With a sneer, Demigulla stepped off the throne and came to Saitama.

Contemptuously pointing at the side of his face with his thumb, Demigula was full of evil spirits, showing his murderous intent: "Come on, hit me here, if you can't kill me..."

"Boom!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Saitama punched out.

Then Demicula's head was gone, and the body fell to the ground and twitched, purple blood spraying the cabin like a fountain.

...

Open your eyes suddenly!

The Black Rock Demon Dragon looked at the harmless bald man in front of him in disbelief!

This guy……

Who the hell! ?

Although the slain Demicula was just a mirror image, but such an understatement, killing him with one punch, even the God of Destruction couldn't do it!

If this guy does it...

Maybe he will die too!

Seeing that the Black Smoke Demon Dragon was suddenly sweating profusely, his mouth was trembling, unable to utter a word.

The wink of Saitama salted fish:

"Excuse me... is there anything else?"

"If there's nothing wrong...can you explain what you mean when you said 'you can't escape death'..."

"Is it a threat?"

"Hit you!"

...

The Black Smoke Demon Dragon was so frightened that he didn't dare to run away. The death of Demekula was still imprinted in his mind!

After thinking about it for a long time, the Black Smoke Demon Dragon is in a hurry!

Throw away the cigar as if nothing had happened, and put on a serious and businesslike face.

"Say your wish!"

Even the voice of the black smoke dragon turned into a beautiful voice, loud and honest: "I was just joking just now, but in fact I am the dragon on maternity leave. No matter what wish, I can help you realize it!"

...

This sudden face change made Xiao Wukong and Bulma stunned.

If it weren't for being caught by black smoke now.

Both of them almost felt that it wasn't the one who was smoking a cigar and talking coquettishly just now.