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No one expected Yuujin to make such a request, but Demon King Piccolo seemed intrigued by the idea.

"Not bad. If those lowly humans could see that even the god protecting them fell at my hands, they'd be completely and utterly hopeless."

"Hey! Everyone, get out here!"

Thinking it was a good idea, Demon King Piccolo shouted toward the palace castle.

"Ah... Y-yes, Lord Demon King Piccolo!"

Anxious and trembling, a group of cameramen scurried out from the castle.

Earlier, the ki blasts from Hao Siqi and the other two women had not only annihilated Tambourine and his team but had also destroyed most of the palace. However, the three women had carefully avoided harming others within the castle, so this group of cameramen had escaped unharmed, albeit a bit shaken.

"I'm about to engage in an epic battle with your Earth's guardian. Make sure you capture everything, broadcasting our fight to the entire world. I want every single person to witness his death at my hands!"

With a look of pure malice, Demon King Piccolo commanded. The crew, shivering, quickly set up their equipment and began transmitting from the palace.

It didn't take long for the image from the palace to appear on every working communication device across Earth—

"People of the world, I am Demon King Piccolo, your ruler."

"Today is a very special day. Earth's new guardian, your so-called protector, is right now in the palace of Kaiselukin, preparing to challenge me."

"Watch closely, everyone. Witness how I destroy this young and weak god. Witness as I kill your last protector and make you all despair and cry!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Demon King Piccolo laughed wildly, and then the camera shifted, showing Yuujin.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Yuujin, the president of Dragonball Corporation."

"But my other identity is Earth's guardian, the protector of this planet."

"I'm sorry for all the suffering you've endured, but please, trust me—today, I will defeat Demon King Piccolo and restore peace to our world!"

Calm and composed, Yuujin addressed the audience. Then, the screen shifted to show the confrontation between Yuujin and Demon King Piccolo.

Predictably, the sudden broadcast of Demon King Piccolo and Yuujin's speeches sent shockwaves around the world—

"Hey, someone actually dares to challenge the invincible Demon King Piccolo?!"

"Earth's guardian? Is he... some kind of god?"

"I know that man, Yuujin. He's the president of Dragon Pearl Corporation, the richest man in the world, and the most generous philanthropist. My child attends the Dragonball Academy he founded."

"Lord Yuujin, please, you must defeat Demon King Piccolo!"

"That so-called guardian is just rubbish; Demon King Piccolo is the true supreme!"

"Be brutal, Demon King Piccolo! The world is paradise now!"

"Hahaha..."

In West City—

Master Roshi dodged a hail of bullets, chopping down several obstinate criminals.

"Master, Junior Disciple Yuujin has arrived at Kaiselukin to battle Demon King Piccolo."

Clearing out the remaining enemies, Son Gohan and Ox-King approached from the side. Master Roshi, hands behind his back, looked at the large screen in the distance broadcasting the scene:

"Demon King Piccolo, a demon like you has no place in this world."

"Yuujin, destroy him for the peace of our world, for the future of this planet."

Above a city in District 41—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions filled the sky as Goku and Chi-Chi led a squad of Red Ribbon fighters, continuously bombing the criminals below.

"Chi-Chi, look! It's Yuujin! It's Yuujin!"

"Yuujin, go! Defeat that detestable demon king!"

At the Dragonball Corporation headquarters in West City—

"Sis, Yuujin and the others have reached Kaiselukin."

"Let's hurry and finish our task too. Launch, Bulma."

"Mhm!"

Good people prayed with anticipation while vicious criminals sneered in disdain. But one thing was clear: the battle between Yuujin and Demon King Piccolo now held the world's attention.

The outcome between the demon and the guardian would determine the future of this planet!

"Kid, ready to start?"

Cracking his knuckles, Demon King Piccolo wore a cold, merciless expression.

"Of course."

With a faint smile, Yuujin took off his outer clothing, revealing his martial arts attire underneath.

"Y-Yuujin, sir..."

"Don't worry. I will win."

With a reassuring look, Yuujin patted young Suno on the head, then strode toward Demon King Piccolo.

"Let's begin, Demon King Piccolo!"

"Then die!"

Without further words, Yuujin and Demon King Piccolo launched at each other, their feet pounding the ground as they shot forward.

"Haaaah!!!"

Their arms blurred, fists clashing in a flurry of blows, trading hundreds of moves within seconds.

Then, with a loud shout, they collided head-on, their foreheads crashing into each other.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Violent shockwaves erupted, and the ground beneath them cracked and crumbled under the intense force.

"Aaaaah... Aaaaah..."

The cameramen filming in the distance were stunned, as were viewers around the world who watched with wide, unblinking eyes.

This was just a test of strength, yet the spectacle and power were already beyond imagination.

Both fighters were incredibly strong!

"Impressive strength, but—"

"Can you keep up with my speed?"

With a smirk, Demon King Piccolo's figure vanished from sight.

If not for wanting to put on a great show for the world, he could easily kill Yuujin in a single move, even after consuming Esenji to increase his power. However, Yuujin, with his confidence, clearly didn't realize this.

Weakness and ignorance are truly terrifying...

With a shake of his head, Yuujin's figure vanished as well.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Demon King Piccolo and Yuujin's figures were nowhere to be seen, but the continuous explosions confirmed their presence.

"They... They both disappeared!"

The cameramen were already dumbfounded, unable to follow Yuujin and Demon King Piccolo's speed. They stood there, unsure of where to point their cameras.

"Move aside!"

Hao Siqi kicked one cameraman aside and picked up the camera to film herself.

Yuujin and Demon King Piccolo's speed was too fast for ordinary eyes to follow, but during each clash, their figures briefly appeared.

Everyone around the world watching this fight remained silent, eyes glued to the screen, barely daring to blink...

To be continued…

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