Damn, who the hell is this guy? How can he have such powerful energy? When did the earth have such an expert above? Piccolo mentally roared in anger, and his two sharp demon teeth almost crumbled.

If the earth had so many strong people, when would he be able to clear the obstacles and complete his rule over the world?

Extreme anger and resentment filled Piccolos mind.

Huh?

Birgil looked at Piccolo with interest, seemingly generating a hint of interest by his will. Suddenly, Birgil increased his aura, abruptly like being in the ocean. Piccolo felt his body tumbling, and this power froze his soul.

Rumble!

The huge momentum crushed down, the stone pillar under the feet soon appeared cracks, and then more and more cracks. Broken stones had fallen, Piccolo and the mountain stone fell together, the ground was soon pressed out of a man shaped depression.

Gritting his teeth, Piccolo tried hard to get up, but his body seemed to be pressed against a huge mountain so that he could not move.

After a long time, Birgil looked at the panting Piccolo and quietly withdrew his strength, Not bad, although the strength is weak, the will of the body has a bit of merit.

The only thing that caught his eye was Piccolos strong fighting spirit.

Who the hell are you? How come I dont know there is such a strong person like you on Earth? Piccolo struggled to get up from the ground and looked at Birgil with a complicated face.

During this period of time, he had learned about the history of the Earth, and except for that God of Martial Arts, Muyang, who had resisted the invasion of the Demons and seemed to be quite powerful, no other person Piccolo had put in his eyes. But the appearance of this person in front of him broke his perception.

To put it another way, the other party just casually released a little bit of energy, and he could press him to move. If it was a head-to-head fight, he was afraid that he would not even have a chance to fight back, and he would be completely killed.

Birgil laughed, I am not an earthling, but a Namekian like you.

Piccolos pupils shrank, What Namekian? This lord is the king of the Demon Race.

Birgil shook his head, Ignorant. With your strength, you cant even be considered a miscellaneous soldier in the Demon Race, and calling yourself the king of the Demon Race is really ridiculous.

How dare you say that!!!

Piccolo sniffed. He was the king of the Demon Race, but he was called a miscellaneous soldier by this person in front of him? How could he stand it! However, in the face of Birgil, the words that Piccolo was about to say were stuck in his throat, and he could not say anything at all.

After all, the other party had such a strong power, and it seemed that there was no need to deceive himself.

Kid, for the sake of also being a Namekian, Ill teach you to change the evil aura in you! The power of the Demons, especially the power of the low-level Demons left in your body, will only pull down your potential, such power, it is better not to.

You can make me stronger? Piccolo didnt fully believe Birgils words, but the desire to become stronger made him unable to resist opening his mouth to ask.

It depends on your own will, and no amount of work by others can help you.

Did you just say that I am a Namekian?

Yes, as you can see, Namekian are all like us, your father and mother were Namekian who had to leave and escape to Earth because of the climate catastrophe of Planet Namek, so essentially you should not become a Demon.

Of course, the words were full of disdain for the demons, knowing that the Namekians were a nature-loving and peace-loving race, and there were very few evil people. Birgil naturally did not want to see a clan member with a powerful talent continue to fall.

In response to Birgils statement about the identity of the Namekians, Piccolo was silent and did not express it.

Next. At this time, Birgil threw a cloth bag towards Piccolo, who reflexively took it.

What is this thing?

Opening the bag, Piccolo saw that the cloth bag actually contained dozens of green dry and flat beans, wholly stripped of water, and looked particularly ugly.

What was this?

Piccolo stared at the beans in his hand and suddenly felt a pang of absurdity.

This seemingly very powerful Namekian in front of him somehow appeared in front of him, after giving himself a downward spiral, and then sent himself dozens of beans. What exactly did he want?

This is called Senzu Beans, and you will soon know its use. Birgil indifferently said. These Senzu Beans were the treasure he got from Muyang. If not for the fact that the other party was a rare combat-type Namekian, Birgil would not have taken them out at all.

Ha! Piccolo picked up a Senzu Bean and put it in his mouth and bit into it, and suddenly found amazing energy spreading in his mouth, and all the fatigue and injuries he had before miraculously disappeared.

This thing so amazing

Piccolos eyes fiercely wide, clenched both fists as if there was inexhaustible energy, and then looked at the remaining dozens of Senzu Beans in the cloth bag, as if looking at the worlds rare treasure.

Great, with this thing, this Demon King has nothing to fear. The whole world sooner or later is mine, Piccolo shouted excitedly, his bodys demonic aura once again emitted.

Dont get carried away!

Birgils face was cold, and his arm fanned out and slapped Piccolo out with a snap. The powerful force made Piccolo rampage all the way and smashed several stone pillars in succession before his body was set on the rocky cliff in a wretched manner.

Birgil ripped Piccolo from the rock wall, Kid, I begged for this stuff from others. How can you waste it like that!

Piccolo wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Birgil with a gleaming gaze.

Master, I already know how powerful you are. Please teach me martial arts.

It depends on your enlightenment!

A smile appeared at the corner of Birgils mouth.

Several months later.

The night was slightly cool, and the white moon was in the sky.

The night of the desolate Yunzabit Heights was still cold and lonely, and Piccolo, clad in a cloak, was gathering energy in the middle of the sky. Suddenly he stared ahead. His black pupils suddenly flashed a ray of brilliant light. A flash of appalling aura burst out from his eyes, hitting the rock wall not far away.

There was a rumble, and fine pieces of rock fell down.

Just then, the aura on Piccolo rose wildly, several times in just a few seconds. His arms opened fiercely, a hemispherical flash suddenly spread in all directions with Piccolo as the center, as if a great sun rose from the horizon, the vast highlands were instantly illuminated.

Rumble!

A huge mushroom cloud rushed up, the entire cloud of Yunzabit Heights trembled, a terrible storm directly destroyed the raised rocks, swept over.

Piccolo indulged in releasing the power of his body. At this moment, he felt as if the world was in control.

Hahahaha, I did it. My power has increased by several times.

Several months of day and night of hard training, Piccolo has constantly been subjected to Birgil purgatory-like training. Although the process was arduous, today finally cast incomparably powerful moves, quite some bittersweet feeling.

Looking at the stone wall, he had destroyed and the scorched land that had collapsed below, Piccolo felt that it was all worth it.

High in the air, Birgil hands were on his back. Looking down at the spirited Piccolo, he nodded slightly, Although the evil in the body has not been completely removed, the desire to fight has vaguely suppressed the evil. Good, good, worthy of being a combat-type Namekian.

Its a pity that the origin and soul are missing. Otherwise, it may not be impossible to become a Super Namekian!

Most of the extremely gifted dragons had extraordinary potential, and Piccolo, if he were in a complete state, would have more development potential than Slug.

Now it was really a pity.