Dragon Ball: Crane Immortal Rise

It is said that the Great Demon King Piccolo has arrived, occupied the palace, and vowed to plunge the earth into darkness.

Faced with this situation, the first to be dispatched were not the armies of various countries.

Instead, it was the media that got wind of it.

Like sharks smelling blood, they gathered from all directions, hoping to get the latest first-hand news.

Deploying drones is already the most common method, but there are still a large number of teams equipped with commentators and camera crews heading towards the palace city.

"Boss, we can't get any closer. If there's another explosion like that just now, we'll be doomed!"

A photographer said pitifully.

"What are you thinking about? The explosion just now wiped out all those drones. Now we are the media closest to the scene. No matter what, we must force it!"

The emotional host said excitedly, as if he had seen the headlines waving to him.

The photographer had a sad face and kept complaining in his heart, "You guys are saying it easily. I am carrying dozens of kilograms of equipment and moving forward. If something goes wrong by then, I may not even have time to run."

However, just as he was slandering, a mushroom cloud rose again in the distance in the direction of the palace, and then only billowing smoke, dust, flying sand and rocks were seen, overwhelmingly sweeping towards here under the impact of the impact.

At this moment, even the most optimistic host changed his expression. With such a powerful force, there is no way for them to escape in this boundless wilderness!

"My life is over!"

The reporter team closed their eyes in despair, not daring to look at the tragic scene of their bodies being penetrated by rocks and their brains being smashed out.

.......

However, after a long time, the imagined pain did not come, and even the billowing smoke and dust did not scratch a hair on this group of people.

The host slowly opened his eyes, wondering what was the reason that allowed them to survive the shock wave.

But he saw a heroic young man standing in front of him, wearing a police combat uniform, an armed belt full of grenades, high-heeled shoes, and on the back of the police uniform, a cross star totem symbolizing fairness and justice.

"Are you all right!"

A voice said calmly.

The photographer immediately recognized the other person's identity...

Destroy the headquarters of the Black Silk Army and defeat many monsters attacking the Western Capital...

Modest and low-key, mysterious and powerful...

The super police officer hailed as a hero....

Xia Xin! ! ! !

Obviously, the person who blocked the shock wave for them just now was not God or God, but their own hero.

"Oh my god, it's really you!"

The photographer said excitedly:

"Sure enough, you will always show up in time in the most dangerous times... I am your fan, can I sign your autograph?"

The host glanced at the shouting photographer and secretly said that he had never seen the world. At the same time, he quickly picked up the tattered microphone and asked politely:

"Hero! Are you going to destroy the big devil occupying the palace?"

Xia Xin frowned. He was very resistant to the title of hero, and he didn't want to cause misunderstandings.

So he replied lightly:

"I am not a hero, not now and never will be in the future!"

"Yeah, okay, I know the hero!"

The host replied casually, secretly attributing this to Xia Xin's modesty. After all, this guy never appeared on variety shows, nor did he accept interviews. He would never even go back to the police station. He was as mysterious as an invisible man.

However, the general public spontaneously concluded that Xia Xin was either practicing in hiding in the mountains, or maintaining justice around the world without leaving any trace.

Anyway, no one knew that Xia Xin stayed there for two years, chatting and laughing with a big cat, smoking, playing cards, drinking and practicing martial arts.

"Get out of here quickly!"

Xia Xin decided not to talk nonsense to these guys, so she stood up and walked forward.

"The battle will become more and more intense in the future. It's impossible for me to appear by chance at any time!"

After saying that, Xia Xin rose into the sky and disappeared into the wind and sand.

"Did you film it? Hello! What do I want to ask you?" the host said loudly to the cameraman.

"He was too fast... He only captured a little bit of the image..." the cameraman said softly, still thinking about the signature.

The host looked at the picture. It was just the moment when Xia Xin flew away, leaving behind a blurry back figure, but the cross star-shaped logo was vaguely visible.

"Send this back to the station immediately!"

The host shouted excitedly:

"Xia Xin is here, we are saved, and the earth is saved! He will definitely defeat the Great Demon King Piccolo and save the world! We must tell everyone the news of this victory as soon as possible..."

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Putting aside this inexplicable episode, the battle in the palace city has reached its most intense moment.

Little Wukong could barely move his hands and feet, while the big devil Piccolo swooped down from mid-air, and his sharp claws could penetrate his opponent directly.

At this critical moment, Little Wukong concentrated all the vitality in his body and sent out the final wave of Turtle Style Qigong to help him rise into the air and rush towards the Big Demon King Piccolo.Just like ancient cavalry, they desperately want to collide with each other.

In this flash of lightning, Little Wukong immediately realized the shortcomings of his Qi Gong. The single-arm launch caused the impact force to decrease. I am afraid that in the face of the bomb, the side that swooped down would have an advantage over him.

"Damn it, if I had energy as strong as Xia Xin's, I could definitely repel the attack of Demon King Piccolo with this move!"

What I want to say here is that although Xia Xin didn't actually fight many fights in the martial arts competition, his ability to train Qi and accumulate vitality made Little Wukong admire him and secretly said he was surprised.

Tianjin Fan, who was lying on the ground, also saw the disadvantage of little Wukong.

"There is too much difference in the length of legs, feet and arms. At the same speed, Piccolo will hit Little Goku first! ... Damn it, if only I still had some strength..."

This was not without purpose. At the 21st Martial Arts Tournament, Kame Sennin saw through this, so he took advantage of his long legs to hit Little Wukong first, and luckily won the victory.

Now the same scene is happening again.

As the person involved, Little Wukong didn't know his own problem, but with his legs broken, he had no choice. Now he knew the odds were against him, but he still rushed forward regardless.

"I bet everything on this punch!"

Little Wukong roared loudly, his face became ferocious due to too much concentration, like a wild beast roaring unyieldingly.

"Idiot! I, the great devil, have experienced many battles, and now I am going to make you regret going against me!"

Piccolo the Great Demon King smiled ferociously, as if he had seen what little Goku looked like after being torn into pieces.