One Punch of Justice

"Children don't ask about this!!!"

Bulma yelled at Xiao Wukong in anger, then raised her head and sipped: "Is this guy... really a dragon? Why does his tone sound like the middle-aged uncle Xianshi..."

Little Wukong was curious, and continued to ask: "What does it mean to be salty and wet, Bulma?"

Bulma's face turned red, and she punched Xiao Wukong on the head: "Shut up!"

At this time.

The Saitama salted fish next to him said: "It might be saying, it tastes like kelp..."

Little Wukong nodded his head as if he did not understand.

"Huh? What inexplicable things are you two guys saying..."

The black smoky dragon sneered and flicked the soot: "Really stupid and insignificant human beings who uttered wild words to the incarnation of the God of Creation...Then as a price, surrender your life obediently!" After all, Hei A red light appeared in the eyes of the Smoke Demon Dragon, and the black smoke around it became restless, surrounding Saitama and the others!

"Wait...wait a minute!"

Bulma panicked and tried to break free, but found that the black smoke seemed to be real, and couldn't move at all: "Aren't you a dragon? Why don't you ask our wishes, but kill us!!!"

"Shenlong? Hey... it seems you still haven't figured it out..."

The black smoky dragon bound Saitama and the others with those black mists, mentioned in front of him in mid-air, and sneered: "The world has both light and dark sides. If the dragon that can realize the wish is light, then it is a pity, this time. The one who wakes up is the me who represents darkness..."

Speaking of this, the Black Smoky Dragon looked around in a weird manner: "But... we reached an agreement with me to send my other clones to the demon god Demigurah in different parallel worlds? Why are you the group? Did humans wake me up?"

"...The devil?"

Saitama thought for a while with his eyes emptied, and said to the black smoky dragon: "Are you talking about a guy with a hairstyle that resembles that of broken garlic..."

"Split garlic?"

The Black Smoky Dragon was stunned by this description, but then he laughed: "It's a very appropriate description, little bald! You can tell a joke, but it's a pity..." At this point, the Black Smoky A fierce grin appeared on Long's face: "It's hard to escape death after all!"

Saitama yawned listlessly, "Oh, this way."

"Your expression is really awkward..."

The black smoky dragon looked at Saitama's nonchalant expression, his face gloomy.

This guy doesn't understand how great he is.

It seems necessary to explain to him...

Taking a sigh of cigar vigorously, the black smoky dragon said slowly towards Saitama with a ostentatious tone: "I have been sealed by the little mess of the king for countless years and exiled to a strange parallel space. I can only rely on wishing for others. The negative energy accumulated to fight for the hope of resurrection... But as a creator of the world, there are traces of my existence in every parallel universe, that is, these dragon balls..."

Saitama waved his hand impatiently: "Don't just say something inexplicable suddenly, I'm not interested in your affairs at all..."

"Single me, not the opponent of the king..."

The Black Smoky Demon Dragon ignored Saitama, and still said to himself: "So after a certain resurrection, I made an agreement with the fellow Demigurah. He sent my evil spirits to various parallel universes and awakened countless I, and then we swallow all the parallel universes, grow and grow into one, and then launch a counterattack against the king...As a price, I promised to destroy the queen and help him become the only god in the new world..."

Saitama just stared at it, motionless.

"So now do you understand..."

The black smoky dragon put its big face in front of Saitama: "My existence is the highest point that transcends all life. My plan is a terrible conspiracy that can destroy all parallel universes, and you... just casually awakened me. Unlucky ghosts are just mortals..."

"Hey! You are less proud!"

Bulma, who was engulfed in black smoke, shouted loudly: "The Demon God you mentioned is not powerful at all. He was just killed by Saitama-kun. Maybe it's not cool yet!"

what!?

The black smoky dragon froze for a moment.

Immediately after closing his eyes, the scene when Dmitula was killed in this universe began to replay in its sea of ​​consciousness.

De Miguel did not care at first.

He felt like himself that this guy in front of him was just an ordinary bald human.

Just wave your hand and you can kill him!

And De Miguel did exactly that.

But to no avail...

...

Knowing the sea, Demigurah couldn't make a single blow, and glanced at Saitama a little higher.

"You look a little capable..."

Demigurah was still sitting on the throne, looking down at the mortal standing in front of him proudly: "Of course, only in the category of humans...For the devil, no matter how powerful the ants are, they are always just ants... …I want to solve you, it's easy!"

Accompanied by evil spirits and demons, this sentence is very deterrent.

but……

"Really!?"

Not only was Saitama not afraid, but seemed to be very happy: "All the enemies have always been solved with a single punch, so I am troubled by being too strong...If you can beat me, that would be great..."

One punch to solve?

Ha, does this human suffer from delusions?

From Demigula's perspective, this bald head is unremarkable, and there is no "qi" in the body.

Even killing chickens is difficult, let alone killing the enemy.

"Really ridiculous!"

Demigurah sneered off the throne and came to Saitama.

Pointing to his side with contemptuous thumbs, De Miguel was full of evil spirits, and said murderously: "Come on, fight here, if you can't kill me..."

"Boom!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Saitama punched out.

Then Dmitula's head was gone, and the body fell to the ground and convulsed constantly, and purple blood was spilled in the cabin like a fountain.

...

Open your eyes suddenly!

The Black Rock Demon Dragon looked at this harmless bald head in front of him in disbelief!

This guy……

Who the hell is it!?

Even though the slain Demigurah was just a mirror image, but to put it so lightly and kill him with one punch, even the god of destruction could not do it!

If this guy does...

Maybe he will die too!

Seeing the black smoky dragon suddenly sweating, his mouth kept trembling, and he couldn't say a word.

The blink of Saitama salted fish:

"Excuse me... Is there anything else?"

"If there's nothing wrong... can you explain, what did you mean by'it's hard to escape' just now..."

"Is it a threat?"

"Beat you!"

...

The black smoky dragon was shocked at the time, and he didn't dare even want to run. Demigurah's death was still printed in his mind!

After thinking about it for a long time, the black smoky dragon is anxious to give birth to wisdom!

Throw away the cigar casually and put on a rigorous face in business affairs.

"Say your wish!"

Even the voice of the black smoky dragon turned into a beautiful voice, magnificent and upright: "It was just a joke. Actually, I am the dragon on maternity leave. No matter what you wish, I can help you realize it!"

...

With this sudden face change, Xiao Wukong and Bulma were stunned.

If it hadn't been for the black smoke now.

Both of him almost felt that the one who smoked the cigar just now was not it.