Dragon Ball: Being able to revive means you're courting death? How naive!

Chapter 374 Choosing the Battlefield

Yamcha was torn between his inner turmoil and his expression kept changing. Finally, he gritted his teeth and silently encouraged himself: "This time I will definitely not make a move. I will just stand at a distance and watch. I can only offer a little help if I can."

After making up his mind, his aura suddenly exploded, and with a push of his feet, he shot into the sky like a cannonball.

Yajirobe crossed his arms and watched the three figures disappear quickly into the horizon. He pursed his lips and muttered under his breath, "Hmph, what a bunch of idiots."

Upon hearing Yajirobe's words, Bulma abruptly turned her head, her emerald eyes burning with anger, and loudly demanded, "Who are you calling an idiot? What do you mean by that? Hey, aren't you coming with us?"

Yajirobe shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Why would I go? That's their battle, it's none of my business."

Bulma, hands on her hips, raised her voice several octaves involuntarily: "Why are you saying that? Aren't you supposed to be very strong? Your comrades are fighting right now, and this battle concerns the fate of everyone and the Earth. Are you just going to stand by and do nothing?"

Yajirobe remained nonchalant, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "What does that have to do with me? I don't want to go and die for nothing. It's their business if they want to fight."

Bulma was completely enraged by Yajirobe's attitude and shouted, "Hey, you're really a terrible person! All you do is make sarcastic remarks, you have no sense of responsibility at all!"

Yajirobe rolled his eyes and said irritably, "You're so annoying! I can't fly, how am I supposed to get there? You can't expect me to run there!"

Bulma was taken aback, her anger instantly vanished, replaced by an embarrassed expression. She said apologetically, "Ah, oh, I'm sorry, I was too hasty and didn't consider that."

The wind howled and the air currents surged in the sky.

Sun Wukong took the lead, his aura flashing like lightning across the sky.

Numbers 19 and 20 followed behind expressionlessly, their figures light and graceful, like two black feathers.

Tien Shinhan and Piccolo followed closely, their eyes filled with vigilance.

Countless small islands whizzed past below, the waves crashing.

Number 20 frowned slightly, his cold gaze fixed on Sun Wukong, his voice devoid of any emotion: "Where exactly are you going to fly to? Sun Wukong, are you ever going to stop?"

Sun Wukong did not respond, but simply increased his speed.

Number 20 snorted and then said, "This is it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, and a loud bang rang out in the air.

Number 19 also stopped instantly, its chest gleaming brightly.

Upon seeing this, Goku, Tien Shinhan, and Piccolo also stopped.

Sun Wukong slowly turned around, his eyes fixed firmly on Number 20, his aura growing stronger.

Number 20 smirked, his eyes full of disdain: "You should be grateful, because you had no choice in the first place."

After saying that, he and Number 19 fell downwards together at an extremely fast speed, creating a gust of wind.

Goku, Piccolo, and Tien Shinhan exchanged a glance and followed without hesitation, rapidly descending downwards.

Bick landed steadily on his toes, his white cape billowing behind him.

He moved his neck slightly, his sharp, hawk-like gaze sweeping over the entire ring-shaped terrain. The flat basalt plateau had a depression in the center, surrounded by natural stone formations like giant pythons coiled around it, with dark red crystals condensing between the cracks.

"Open terrain facilitates energy release,"

Bick's Adam's apple bobbed as he mentally calculated the combat radius, his peripheral vision sweeping over the jagged rock ridges.

"But these strange rocks can both deflect energy waves and serve as natural cover... It seems they're planning to hide behind the rocks when things get unfavorable... They're really clever..."

Sun Wukong landed heavily, his knees slightly bent to cushion the impact, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, a flicker of doubt burning in his eyes: "Alright, before the battle, please tell me, how do you know about us?"

His hoarse voice was mixed with suppressed coughs, and his hand unconsciously pressed against his aching chest.

Tien Shinhan stared wide-eyed at Goku's trembling shoulders and crooked posture, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

That was just ordinary high-altitude flight, which should have been easy for Goku with his strength, but now he looked as disheveled as if he had just gone through a fierce battle.

Number 20's lips curled into a chilling smile, his crimson eyes beneath the black top hat narrowed slightly, and his tone was unhurried: "Alright, since you're so eager to know, I'll tell you. However, once you know the answer, you'll definitely regret asking this question."

His voice, tinged with a cold laugh, echoed among the empty rocks.

Sun Wukong remained hunched over, one knee slightly bent to support his trembling body, his five fingers pressed tightly against his chest, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He gritted his teeth and endured the surging pain inside his body, his heavy breathing mixed with suppressed groans in his throat.

Seeing this, Number 20 took a slow half step forward, his leather shoes crunching on the gravel with a crisp sound.

He raised his hand to adjust the brim of his hat, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes: "Sun Wukong, actually, without your knowledge, I've been using insect-shaped miniature robots to track you all."

The number 20 trailed off for a long time, as if it were admiring the despair on the prey's face when it learned the truth.

Number 20 crossed his arms, a cold smile playing on his lips, and his scarlet eyes beneath his black top hat gleamed with a chilling light.

“From your battle with Tien Shinhan in the World Martial Arts Tournament.”

20's voice was low and cold as his gaze swept over Tien Shinhan's tense face.

"Even your fight with Piccolo, and your fight with the Saiyans."

At this point, number 20 pointed his finger at Sun Wukong like a venomous snake.

“Sun Wukong, I have been studying how you defeated our Red Ribbon Army.”

Sun Wukong, having caught his breath, asked, "Is this targeting only me?"

Number 20's scarlet eyes were fixed on Goku: "That's right, it's because of you alone that the Red Ribbon Army's dream of conquering the world failed, and only Dr. Gero survived!"

Bick's sharp gaze dissected the deliberate oppressive aura created by Number 20 like a scalpel: "Judging from your tone just now..."

Bick narrowed his eyes slightly and continued, "It seems you are Dr. Gro, right?"

Number 20 casually waved his right hand, as if Bick's guess was a joke not worth refuting.

He tilted his head slightly, a mocking smile curving his lips, his eyes flashing with a cold light: "Don't talk nonsense. I am just Android 20 created by Dr. Gro. Dr. Gro is dead."

His tone was so calm, as if he were talking about something trivial.

It seems that the androids have no feelings for their father, Dr. Gro, who created them.

Sun Wukong slowly straightened up, still swaying slightly, but his eyes were as firm as iron.

He looked directly at Number 20, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "I see. Did your insectoid robot track the battle on Namek?"

Sun Wukong's voice carried a subtle hint of probing.

Android 20 let out a low, cold laugh, his face full of contempt: "There's absolutely no need for that, because your strength and fighting style have already been gleaned from your fight with Vegeta. Considering your age, a person's style can't change much, and your strength can't improve much either."

Number 20 tilted his head slightly, his eyes full of disdain, as if victory was already in his grasp.