At the top of Korin Tower, Mutaito train hard. Under Korin’s guidance, he created the Evil Containment Wave specifically used to seal Demon Clan.
During this time, Muyang was not idle. While Mutaito was studying the Evil Containment Wave, he also recreated several very practical techniques based on his understanding of the Dragon Ball World in his previous life.
Those techniques, for example, Solar Flare, Destructo Disc, and Spirit Ball which were naturally easy to create as long as the ki accumulation reached a certain level.
Slowly, time passed until one day, a loud noise was heard from the lower realm, and an alien ship crashed down on top of the earth.
On Korin Tower, Muyang and the others noticed this appearance.
Sensing powerful ki appearing on the earth, Muyang opened his eyes, “Here it comes, Melukojo has arrived on earth.”
“Does the ki that just appeared is one of the Demon Kings you mentioned, Muyang?” As he felt the powerful and aggressive ki, Korin’s throat shifted and dried up a bit.
Muyang nodded, “Although the character of the ki is different, it is indeed Melukojo.” At this time, Melukojo was still simply a Tucamander. Although it was unknown why he had turned into a demon when he arrived on earth, he was still an enemy anyway.
Mutaito said with a gloomy face, “If this is the opponent, I’m afraid my Evil Containment Wave won’t be able to seal him.”
Muyang said, “Leave this bastard for me to deal with. Mutaito, you continue to learn the Evil Containment Wave. There is still some time before the Great Demon King Piccolo arrives. You have to perfect your moves as soon as possible.”
“Okay, I’ll get ready as soon as possible!” After seeing Melukojo’s scent, Mutaito became even more attentive to the Great Demon King Piccolo.
After seeing Mutaito nodded, Muyang smiled and waved his hand towards them. He then jumped straight off the edge of Korin Tower. A cluster of flashes of light streaked past, heading towards the spot where Melukojo had landed.
“Hey… I hope Muyang can defeat that alien.” Korin leaned on his crutch and looked out over the cloudy blue sky.
“Yeah!”
As he looked at the clouds where he had lost Muyang’s figure, Mutaito sighed, his eyes filled with worry. However, after a while, he cheered up; all he could do now was to learn the Evil Containment Wave quickly.
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The Primitive Mountain from over two hundred years ago was no different from the future. In this vast and rippling forest, the ages’ power didn’t seem to affect it too much. There was a spot in the dense forest where smoke was billowing.
The violent impact had changed the terrain, turning up the soil and rocks buried countless years, creating a crescent-shaped landslide.
At this time, the red-haired Melukojo crawled out of the aircraft’s wreckage with a gloomy face. He looked at the surrounding scenery’s pristine state.
He cursed obscenely, “Damn it, those bastards from the aviation center actually sold a faulty aircraft to me. I’ll definitely skin them when I go back.”
He then took a look around, probing the area with the scouter that he carried.
Tick! Tick tock!
Numerous sets of single-digit data appear on the mirror-frame display. Few of them reach double digits. The database of the Tucamanders was hexadecimal, and its single digits had sixteen parameters.
“Hmm, such a Low-Level Planet. I hope I can find a way to return to the universe.”
As he turned off the scouter, Melukojo glanced down at his mouth disdainfully. Although the Tucamanders were not considered a powerful race in the universe, their individual power level still exceeded 100.
Melukojo was the more outstanding among the clan, possessing a power level of over 250. So, a natural sense of superiority and disdain was generated in his heart when he detected that the earth’s individual power level was actually only in the single digits.
Next, he searched along the Primitive Mountains, and the results were very disappointing to Melukojo.
He found out that the planet’s technology was still only nascent. Even the developed areas were just learning how to use electrical energy and were incapable of creating spaceships. Upon knowing this, his face became even more gloomy.
“Damn it, this planet’s technology is too backward. It doesn’t have the ability to repair spaceships.”
As he knocked on the scouter worn on his ear, it was surprisingly the same low-grade one that didn’t have a cosmic contact function!
‘Those traitors! How dare they deceive the masses of consumers with substandard products!’
To put it another way, Melukojo was now trapped on this backward planet.
How could this be acceptable? Melukojo was an aggressive Tucamander and had ambitions to rule other planets. How could he be willing to be trapped on this tiny planet?
“No, I have to find a way to get out of here… ” Melukojo would never be willing to waste the rest of his time here. Just as he was about to envision another way, the heavens didn’t give him a chance. A black figure flew in from a distance and reached Melukojo’s head in the blink of an eye.
Muyang arrived at Melukojo’s location and confirmed the silhouette below.
With red hair and green skin, although no pattern on his body represented the Demon Clan, Muyang could confirm that it was, indeed, Melukojo.
Recalling the situation when he encountered Melukojo in the previous eight trials, a hint of killing intent flashed in Muyang’s eyes.
Then, he stopped thinking about it and condensed a ki wave ball in his hand and cast it straight down.
“Destructo Disc!”
A disk-shaped ki ball was whistling to attack as the Destructo Disc cut through the air with a “sneeze” roar. Krillin originally developed this technique, and Muyang simulated it with his own knowledge. Although it was a little less powerful than the original, it was enough to deal with Melukojo.
The sudden odd attack hit Melukojo. However, in the moment of crisis, Melukojo’s instincts made him turn sideways and puff out. There was a sound of flesh tearing as blue blood splattered all over the floor. Melukojo howled in pain as the ki disk cut off one of his arms.
“He dodged it.” Muyang sighed under his breath. With a turn of his palm, he controlled the Destructo Disc to change direction and attack Melukojo again.
“Damn it, who the hell is that?!”
Melukojo shouted furiously. His heart trembled wildly in response to the incoming Destructo Disc again. A cloud of crimson ki was flung out to meet the Destructo Disc.
