met free Chapter 71 The Saiyans Arrive
Chapter 71 The Saiyans Arrive
At this moment, Sun Wukong was using his flying technique to its fullest extent on the snake path. His figure was like a golden lightning bolt, speeding across the winding snake path. His eyes were filled with anxiety and determination; he knew that Earth was facing a great crisis, and he had to get back as soon as possible. Every step he took was filled with his concern for and desire to protect Earth. His speed had exceeded its limits, as if he were racing against time.
"Damn it, how did the Saiyans get here so fast? I hope everyone can hold on." Sun Wukong thought to himself. He increased his speed even more, and even the Snake Path below trembled slightly due to the air vibrations caused by his burst of energy. His figure gradually disappeared into the endless distance, leaving only a golden streak of light as he sped towards Earth.
As the appointed time drew near, Earth's warriors were ready for battle. They gathered outside Kami's Palace, gazing at the sky, awaiting the Saiyans' arrival. Their eyes were resolute and calm, radiating an aura of unwavering resolve, like a group of warriors about to charge into battle.
Shang Yun looked at everyone and said, "Everyone, cheer up! No matter what happens, don't panic. We must unite as one and unleash our full potential." His voice was deep and powerful, like an invisible force that seeped into the hearts of everyone.
The crowd responded in unison, "Yes!" Their voices resounded like thunder, demonstrating their determination and courage.
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On that seemingly uneventful, ordinary day, the Earth's skyline was brutally ripped apart by an extremely dazzling light that seemed capable of tearing the sky apart.
That was the small spaceship Vegeta and Nappa were piloting. It hurtled through the atmosphere with unstoppable force, like an out-of-control meteor hurtling straight toward Earth. As the spaceship drew closer, the air below it seemed to be frantically squeezed by a pair of invisible yet incredibly powerful hands, emitting deafening roars that sounded like the heavens were collapsing and the earth was splitting apart. The sound was like the mournful roar of the sky itself, enduring unspeakable agony.
The enormous spaceship finally crashed down with the force of a mountain, landing heavily in the heart of a bustling, noisy city. In an instant, the immense impact, like that of a real meteorite striking Earth, spread wildly in all directions from the spaceship like a surging tide.
Towering skyscrapers, symbols of humanity's architectural brilliance, were rendered as fragile as toy blocks in a child's hand by this immense force, which seemed to emanate from the depths of hell. The building closest to the spaceship's landing site was instantly shattered, countless fragments of concrete and shards of glass flying wildly in all directions like a torrential downpour from a nightmare.
Those people inside the building, who were immersed in their daily routines, were mercilessly buried under the mountain of rubble before they could even utter a cry for help, their lives cruelly extinguished.
At the same time, the solid ground was smashed into a bottomless crater, as if leading to an endless abyss of darkness. The surrounding streets seemed to be frantically kneaded by the invisible hand of a wanton demon. The once smooth roads instantly cracked, and the cracks spread like a spider web. Cars were like ants overturned by an invisible force, leaning precariously on the roadside. Utility poles also fell like soldiers with broken spines, and sparks of electricity flickered and jumped in the ruins, like the last struggle of desperate people in the darkness. The entire city was instantly plunged into chaos as if the end of the world had arrived.
Such a breathtaking and chilling scene naturally attracted countless citizens who flocked to watch like moths to a flame. Some of them fled in panic from the nearby dilapidated buildings, their faces filled with terror and their steps unsteady; others were already on the street and witnessed this horrific scene, as if a demon had appeared in the world.
People's faces were filled with terror and disbelief. Their eyes were wide open, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. Their mouths were slightly open, but they could not make a sound because of excessive fear. Time seemed to be cruelly frozen at this moment by an invisible hand.
"What the hell is this? Is it an alien invasion?" A young man asked his companion, whose face was as pale as paper, his voice trembling like a string in the wind. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like broken beads, tracing his face full of fear.
"I...I really don't know, but we have to get out of here right away!" his companion replied, his voice trembling with tears. He quickly reached out and grabbed the man tightly, pushing his way out of the crowd as if a demon from hell was chasing them.
However, this was only the beginning of the horror of this catastrophe.
A towering, muscular man, seemingly forged from steel, stood indifferently beside the spaceship, like a demon god from the abyss, surveying the chaotic scene before him. It was Nappa, the Saiyan. A slight smile played on his lips, a smile brimming with disdain and arrogance, a smile that seemed to contain the utmost contempt for life on Earth.
Naba slowly raised his thick, tree-trunk-like arm, palm facing upwards. A bright, dazzling ball of energy, seemingly imbued with the power of the sun, began to gather in his palm at a chilling speed. The energy ball shone brighter and brighter, like a small star in the making, its light so intense it hurt the eyes. The surrounding air seemed to ignite from this surging energy, hissing and crackling as if the very air itself was wailing in agony.
"Hmph, these Earthlings are far too weak, utterly vulnerable." Nappa sneered in a low voice, his voice as cold and piercing as the winter wind. "Let them witness the invincible power of us Saiyans, let them personally experience what true, bone-deep fear is."
As the energy gathered to its peak, powerful enough to destroy the heavens and earth, Naba hurled the energy sphere, seemingly imbued with the power of the apocalypse, towards a city not far away. The energy sphere, like a miniature sun detached from its orbit and carrying an aura of endless destruction, trailed a long, fiery tail, slicing through the once azure sky now shrouded in fear, and striking the city's center with unparalleled precision. In an instant, a blinding flash of light erupted, followed by a deafening explosion that seemed to shatter the very soul.