Realms: Only I Traverse Through the Anime Multiverse

On the spaceship flying to the Budo Temple on Babaia Island, Old Piccolo watched the battle between Goku and Du Ming and had not spoken for a long time.

"What's wrong with the Demon King?" Ash whispered in the Pilaf trio.

"You must be complaining about this TV, you two! Where did you get this broken TV? You can't see the hateful Son Goku's battle at all. What if the Demon King blames you!"

"Hiss~~ What should we do! Will the three of us be killed?"

Pilaf patted the two of them and vowed to let them relax, "We are important partners who provided information about the Dragon Balls. Wu also helped the Demon King find the first Dragon Ball. In the future, we will share the world with the Demon King... Don't be afraid..."

"Yeah."

"That's right."

Aside, Old Piccolo lowered his head.

Trembling.

(Am I... excited or afraid?)

He looked down at his right hand on the armrest, and it was shaking.

On TV, the images sent by Wukong and Du Ming contained almost no useful information. Even a strong man like Piccolo could hardly accurately judge the strength of these two people.

But he still roughly judged from them what level of strength the two people were.

Their speed had surpassed his own. Even after regaining his youth, Piccolo's speed could not match these two people.

Fortunately, but also regretfully, Old Piccolo did not see the two people use powerful moves such as explosive magic waves, magic light cannons, and air cannons. He did not know the destructive power of the two people.

Old Piccolo frowned.

The fighting power shown by the two people is far from reaching the level of destroying a city.

But he is Piccolo! From the intensity of the fight, it can be seen at a glance that these two people may not have this strength, but they are just restricted by their opponents and cannot show stronger destructive power.

If these two warriors did not learn powerful moves, it would be fine. The destructive power is just this little.

If they learned...

Blast the city! Definitely has the power to destroy a city!

As for how much destructive power it has, he can only imagine it, and he can't make a judgment.

Only one thing is clear.

(Even if I regain my youth, these two people are definitely a big threat to me, even... stronger than me!)

Thinking of this, Old Piccolo broke out in a cold sweat.

He had never thought that there were warriors who were stronger than him.

What to do?

Should I make another plan?

Just as Old Piccolo was thinking, on TV, Du Ming and Wukong exited the Eight Gates Ninja state, panting and looking at each other.

The unmanned camera in the sky captured that the two were trembling, and they looked much more decadent at a glance.

"I see!" Old Piccolo was slightly stunned, and his eyes lit up.

Pilaf: "Sir, the Demon King?"

"It turns out to be an instant burst of moves, hahaha!"

Old Piccolo stared at the TV and muttered to himself, with a smile on his face, "It seems that the only obstacle to my conquering the world is these two people, but they are fighting each other and are both injured. Danbalin has already rushed over, and I can arrive later. I must take advantage of these two guys in their weak period and kill them directly! I must kill them! Hahaha!"

The murderous look in his eyes made Pilaf and the other two who didn't know what was going on think that they had done something, and they hugged each other and trembled.

"Turn off the TV!" Old Piccolo waved his hand.

The birdman under him, Pino, was stunned and glanced at the two strong men on TV, "Sir, Demon King, are you not watching anymore?"

"I need to meditate to restore my physical strength and energy now."

"Actually...!" Pino was shocked. These two people were so powerful that the Demon King needed to take them seriously!

"Yes!" Pino quickly responded and turned off the TV.

… …

Budo Temple

"Hey, hey, Wukong, it seems that you have no strength left, surrender quickly..."

"You... Du Ming, you are the one, I will definitely defeat you..." Wukong half-opened and half-closed his eyes, also quite exhausted.

The stamina of the eighth gate is really strong. The two of them broke away from the limit of the Eight Gates of Dunjia, and for a moment, they were a little bit blackout, their bodies were paralyzed, and they could only attack with their mouths.

However, the bodies of both of them were very abnormal and began to recover quickly.

"Hmph, hmph, Wukong, if you don't attack, I will eat the beans!" Du Ming threatened.

"Ha, haha, Du Ming, you won't." Wukong gradually raised his head, slowly recovering his strength, his pupils flashing with eager light, and his fighting spirit continued to burn.

Du Ming didn't say anything, but laughed.

In the past year, under his instigation, Wukong also took some beans from the cat fairy.

But Wukong didn't take it very seriously, so he only took a small bag, less than a hundred.

In this final, Wukong had never thought of using Senzu Beans in this decisive battle, and Du Ming would not use them either.

Even so, he still had Life Drops to recover from his injuries. Although recovering from injuries could not restore his physical strength, it could reduce the loss of physical strength, and the longer it lasted, the better it would be for the battle.

"What a cunning move!"

Wukong grinned.

He knew that he could not waste any more time to recover Du Ming. After his body recovered to a state where he could barely move, Wukong was panting, his forehead was covered with sweat, but his eyes were still sharp, he stepped on his feet, gritted his teeth and rushed over.

"Ah!!" With a low roar, his figure passed by like a shadow, and a quick "hiss" sound of breaking through the air was heard in the air.

Du Ming slightly bent his body, his eyes were stern, and he raised his arms to meet the attack.

With a dull sound of "bang!", the impact made the air under the feet of the two people tremble.

(So tired...)

Du Ming barely raised his eyes and stared at Wukong. Wukong turned around and swept across with a sweeping kick.

"Swish--"

The leg wind whistled, and Du Ming suddenly lowered his body to dodge. With a sound of "snap!", Wukong's foot passed through the tip of Du Ming's hair and swept past dangerously.

(So tired!)

Du Ming had never been so tired when he was abused by Xiaofang.

At that time, he was completely suppressed and beaten.

And now Wukong was fighting with him. He knew that the strength of the two was almost the same, and he was even a little stronger.

What he had to face was Wukong who would never give up attacking until all his physical strength was exhausted.

Du Ming stepped on his feet, and Wukong turned his body, and elbowed Wukong in the opposite direction to hit his side ribs.

"Bang!"

Wukong blocked with one arm, but the force still made him slide backwards, and the air was buzzing.

"Ha~"

"Ha~"

The two of them took a deep breath, and sweat flowed down, soaking their bodies.

They looked at each other.

The scars on their bodies were intertwined, and their breath was obviously disordered.

Wukong was the first to grit his teeth, raised one hand, and the air gathered in his palm, making a "buzzing" vibration.

(It's a qigong cannon...)

Du Ming was also not going to give Wukong a chance to accumulate power. He kicked the air with both feet and was about to teleport over, but suddenly found out.

It's too late!