Dragon Ball: I became the strongest warrior after practicing half of my skills

At this time, in a vast wilderness on Earth, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the earth orange-red, and the breeze gently blew, bringing a hint of coolness.

Piccolo stood alone in the middle of the wilderness, his deep eyes revealed a trace of loneliness and perseverance. At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly flashed in the sky, and then a person slowly landed in front of Piccolo. This person was the God of Heaven. His arrival made Piccolo frown slightly, and an inexplicable premonition surged in his heart.

"Piccolo, are you interested in serving as the God of Heaven!" The voice of the God of Heaven was gentle and powerful, as if it could penetrate people's hearts.

His eyes were full of expectations, as if he had high hopes for Piccolo.

However, Piccolo did not show the slightest surprise or hesitation for the God of Heaven's proposal, "This position should be left to you. I am not interested in serving as the God of Heaven!" Piccolo's voice was cold and firm, and there was no politeness or euphemism in his tone.

For Piccolo, who was accustomed to a free and easy life, this was undoubtedly an unacceptable constraint.

After hearing this, the God of Heaven had a hint of helplessness and disappointment on his face. He sighed softly, and his eyes revealed some understanding: "Why do you and Zilong both think this way? I thought that with your strength and wisdom, you would be the best candidates for the God of Heaven!"

"Because Zhou Zilong, like me, still doesn't want to be constrained by some things." Piccolo replied lightly, his tone revealed an indescribable firmness and unrestrainedness. He knew that both he and Zhou Zilong would rather fly freely in the vast world, rather than be bound to the throne of the Temple of Heaven.

After hearing this, the god nodded silently, as if he was not surprised by Piccolo's answer. He looked at Piccolo deeply, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. Then, he slowly turned around and prepared to leave the wilderness. Before leaving, he spoke again with a hint of sincerity in his tone: "Yes, it is indeed a bit bad if your strength is constrained. I will go back first. If one day you still need strength, remember to come to the Temple of the God of Heaven to find me!"

Picco watched the figure of the god of heaven gradually disappear, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart.

Time came to September 1, 762 A.I. The sun shone through the clouds and sprinkled on the ancient stone steps of the Temple of the God of Heaven, covering this solemn building with a layer of golden coat.

Mr. Bobo, the mysterious and kind guardian of the Temple of the God of Heaven, was holding a kettle and carefully watering every flower and plant in the Temple of the God of Heaven. His face was filled with tranquility and satisfaction, as if the disturbances in the outside world had nothing to do with him. However, this tranquility was broken by a sudden change today.

Mr. Bobo suddenly stopped what he was doing, frowned, and looked into the distance through the layers of flowers and plants. He felt an unprecedented evil aura, which was not only strong, but also seemed to contain five different forces, approaching the Temple of Heaven with an unstoppable momentum. Mr. Bobo had an ominous premonition in his heart. He was worried about the ancient seal in the deepest part of the Temple of Heaven - the forbidden place that sealed the ancient evil power.

"We must go back and guard the seal first!" Fearing that the seal in the deepest part of the Temple of Heaven would be destroyed, he pretended to take something and walked towards the seal, leaving an avatar with only about 1,000 combat power outside the Temple of Heaven.

Diego, a strong man in black robes and with a gloomy face, brought his four subordinates - Moshi, Guijie, Xiejiang, and Duyan, like ghosts in the night, quietly descended on the square of the Temple of Heaven. Their arrival did not attract anyone's attention until Mr. Bobo's clone appeared in front of them.

The clone Bobo stared at the group of uninvited guests vigilantly, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice: "Who are you, and what are you doing in the Temple of Heaven!"

Diago's mouth curled up a sneer, and that smile was full of desire for power and contempt for the weak: "I'll borrow your treasure land for a while, that's all!"

Before he finished speaking, Diego took out a seemingly ordinary glass bottle device from his arms. The bottle body emitted a faint blue light, as if it could swallow everything. He waved his hand lightly, and the device emitted a strong suction force, sucking the clone Bobo into it, leaving only a look of astonishment echoing in the air.

At this moment, the voice of the god sounded above the temple, with unquestionable majesty: "What are you doing? What do you want to do to Mr. Bobo!" The figure of the god slowly emerged, surrounded by golden light, looking solemn and sacred.

Diego did not answer immediately, but looked at the god expressionlessly, with a flash of disdain in his eyes.

Suddenly, he put his hands together, and his fingertips burst intoEmitting a dazzling light, several Qigong waves shot towards the God of Heaven like arrows.

The God of Heaven reacted quickly, performing the Air Dance Technique, flipping lightly in the air, and cleverly dodged every attack.

However, Diego's strength was far beyond the imagination of the God of Heaven. Just when the God of Heaven thought he was out of danger, Diego's figure appeared behind him like a ghost, and a heavy punch, carrying a force of overwhelming power, swung fiercely at the God of Heaven.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the body of the God of Heaven was like being hit by a giant hammer, and the whole person lost control, like a kite with a broken string, falling straight down, and fell heavily on the hard ground of the Temple of the God of Heaven, dust flying, and the figure of the God of Heaven looming in the dust.

Just as the god fell to the ground and struggled in pain, four figures flashed out from all directions like ghosts. They were Diego's four subordinates. They quickly surrounded the god. There was no need for words between them. They had a tacit understanding. They made seals with their hands and chanted something. A mysterious and ancient power surged between them.

Suddenly, a dazzling ball of light appeared out of thin air, tightly enveloping the god. The ball of light emitted a dazzling light, but also revealed a palpitating chill. With the formation of the ball of light, a powerful binding force surged from all directions, as if to squeeze every bit of power in the god's body.

The god struggled desperately in the ball of light, his eyes were full of fear and despair, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free from the shackles of this mysterious power.

What's more terrifying is that under the influence of this power, the body of the god began to shrink gradually, and every inch of skin and every bone was experiencing unspeakable pain and changes.

In the end, he became only about 20 centimeters in size, like an exquisite doll, locked firmly in the ball of light, unable to move.