The goshawk soars, above the barren rocks. The yellow sand snake rises suddenly. On the edge of the cliff, the warriors looked at each other, with thick hair, Sun Wukong was wearing white home clothes, looking at Yamucha seriously.

"I only want your life, I'm sorry."

His lips and teeth trembled, and he lowered his head, and Yamucha said indifferently. The cold wind was howling, and he didn't want Wukong to have any expression, because, in this world, to die is to die.

Perhaps, in the past, Yamucha would feel sorry for Zhizhi and Gohan, but now he doesn't have any superfluous thoughts. The only way forward is to spread it with blood. The only way to get Gro's cooperation is to kill him.

Ready to be in place. In Wukong's memory, Yamucha, who has not been masked for many years, relies on his relaxed dancing technique, and it is estimated that his strength is good, and he can't help but be energetic. Over the years, except for the martial arts tournament three years ago, after the battle with Piccolo, there has been no decent opponent for three years.

In his bones, Sun Wukong is eager to fight with blood.

It's just that he doesn't know the horror of this Yamucha now, and he can't imagine it.

"Wukong, let's use the Turtle School Qigong to fight it out, how about it?"

Facing Sun Wukong, whose combat power is only 400, Yamucha can't lift his energy. This kind of strength is not as good as the initial seed No. 1 in front of him. And, when he heard about the Turtle School Qigong, Sun Wukong was taken aback, and his heart was even more eager to try.

It's true? Or is it fake?

The two of them performed at the same time, that surprise, that same posture, there is no doubt that it is indeed the Turtle School Qigong.

"Turtle School Qigong!"

The moment you make a move, the winner is already divided.

The two rays of light hedged, and one was as strong as a rainbow, and in comparison, Wukong's Turtle School Qigong paled in comparison. Overwhelmed, rushing through his whole body, Yamucha's qigong was enough to make Sun Wukong go up in smoke. This Saiyan is simply too weak.

Turning around, it was a completely unsuspenseful duel.

"Wait... Wait..."

Behind him, dumbfounded. Looking back, his clothes were torn and scarred, Yamucha couldn't believe that Sun Wukong, who had a combat strength of only 400, could still stand in place and support him hard.

What's going on? With such a huge disparity, how could he still be alive? However, it doesn't matter, it's just a few more seconds.

"I can't imagine you're so strong now... Please let go of my wife Shiba-shi and son Gohan, please... Yamu tea. ”

The hard words, after speaking, fell to the ground with a bang.

"Hum..."

The sound of mosquitoes, Yamucha ignored it. Walked over to Goku's body and touched his breath. After a while, he shook his head, and suddenly, his hand turned into a knife and plunged into his chest. The hand lifted Goku's chin, and his face was pressed to confirm that he was really out of breath.

Blood splattered, Yamucha pulled out his blood-stained hand, ripped off a piece of clothing from his chest, and leapt into the sky.

"Hum..."

In the secret laboratory in the mountains, Gro lay on the bed, staring blankly at his five fingers.

"Bang!"

The door opened, and Gro was startled and hurriedly got out of bed. When I looked closely, it turned out to be Lisa, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Doctor, the vengeance has been avenged, and the marshal can finally look at it."

Putting down the plate, Lisa sat down in a chair to the side. Looking at Gro, he stopped talking. Gro, a little dull, uncharacteristically stunned, overwhelmed, and didn't notice Lisa's aberration.

"Doctor..."

Unable to help it, Lisa asked.

"Huh?"

Lisa leaned her chair closer, and continued:

"Doctor, the strongest person on the planet has been taken down, do you really plan to genetically modify Yamucha?"

"What's not to do?"

Gro's eyes suddenly lit up. How can one earth alone satisfy his desires.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

There was a knock on the door, to be expected. Lisa got up, bowed to Gro, and opened the door. Not surprisingly, it's really Yamu tea. With a blood-red strip of cloth in her right hand, she strode forward, and Lisa was interested in it and withdrew.

"Doctor, the Monkey King is dead, it's time to start our plans."

The strip of cloth was thrown over, and his face was expressionless. After a sweep, Gro didn't seem to care about the life and death of Sun Wukong, and looked at the man in front of him. A deep question.

What the hell is this guy trying to do? This kind of combat power can completely conquer this world. Kill me, destroy 17, 18, aren't you the strongest? However, this year, from the eyes of this person, there is no such feeling at all. This guy's goal must be more far-reaching.

Could it be that this guy wants to conquer the universe?!

What's the matter, this guy's life is in me anyway. This delusion is exactly what I want.

"Okay, we'll start tomorrow morning."

With a sneer, Gro suddenly became faintly excited. However, a few minutes later, Yamucha still stood coldly in place.

"What else?"

Do you regret it? Gro thought to himself.

"Please let Shiba and Sun Gohan go."

It's rare that Yamucha actually uses honorifics. Gro didn't believe it, but he felt funny in his heart, and the person who had obviously given up his feelings would come to him like this.

"No way, these two are dead. Sun Wukong, and his friends, have only one end, and that is death! ”

Gro bowed his face, and he would never back down on this issue. I thought this guy would definitely grab his collar and force him to let go. If he is furious and murderous, to this point, he only needs to press the detonation button in his pocket... Originally, they were all experimental products, but it was a pity that they did not exist.

He, Ge Luo, the strongest scientist on the earth, has already investigated this Yamucha clearly.

disappeared inexplicably three years ago, and before that, he had participated in three world martial arts conferences. Debauchery by nature, impetuous temperament, although there is some talent, but, on the whole, he is just a mediocre talent.

As for this Yamu tea now, Gro is cautious.

"That's... It's up to you. But alas, two excellent experiments. ”

After saying that, he closed the door and Yamucha withdrew. With meaningful eyes, Gro couldn't see through this man.

Peeling back the metal of his index finger and a long antenna, Groh said:

"Hey, Lisa, let Sun Wukong's family go first, there must be something wrong here."

On the desk, the diary is densely recorded. Yamucha closed the notebook, pointed his fingers, and the floor tiles came to a seam, and the book was hidden in the seam of the ground. Pulling open the safe and counting the dragon balls inside, Yamucha sighed. He didn't know if it was worth it or not, but he still missed his old life occasionally.

Unconsciously, it took so much.

On the operating table, wrapped in white. In the vial, there was a high-purity DNA helix fragment, and the silver needle tube of Gro was withdrawn. said to Yamucha lying on the stage:

"I don't dare to guarantee a hundred successes, if you want to give up, take advantage of now."

"Come on."

Seeing that this guy was so resolute, the silver needle was inserted into the blood vessel, and the DNA was poured into it little by little.

The genetic improvement technology researched by Gro combines the genes of Raditz and Son Goku and Son Gohan. Fortunately, yesterday Yamucha reminded him that Groh thought of Sun Gohan, this hybrid variety.

When the modified gene enters the body, it will continue to reproduce, erode the original cells, and finally spread throughout the body. As for whether people's consciousness will be eroded, Groh can't guarantee this.

Remove the needle.

The solution rests on the vein, like a piece of wood stuffed into it. The blood is clogged, starting from the arm, and the blood vessels burst out one by one, and they are out of control.

It doesn't seem to be going well!