"Hey, Number Seventeen, stop playing. Kill him!”
Cyborg No. 18 was wearing a striped tight-fitting shirt and denim shorts. Her shoulder-length golden hair covered half of her exquisite face.
Looking at Sun Wufan who was already seriously injured on the ground, the corners of his mouth curled up into a slanted arc, and his voice was very cold.
"Alright, I love killing people!"
Number 17, who looked 70% similar to Number 18, was dressed in black clothes and black pants, and wore a red scarf. He pursed his lips and smiled wickedly. A huge energy ball appeared in his palm, and he did not hesitate to blast it at Sun Wufan who was lying on the ground.
This tenacious Sun Wufan had already gone against them many times. They had to get rid of him today.
After killing Sun Wufan, this Earth became their playground. No one could disturb their crazy destruction anymore.
Murder! Destruction! Looking at those despairing faces and their desperate screams, he could not help but feel a little anxious.
Wow! What an exciting game. Just thinking about it made his blood boil.
Looking at the energy ball that was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, Sun Wufan smiled. He felt that he was really tired. After fighting against the cyborgs for so long, he needed a good rest.
"Trakus, the future of this world depends on you!”
Sun Wufan slowly closed his eyes.
"Dad, Uncle Bick, I can finally see you!”
There was a faint smile on Sun Wufan's face. There was no despair, no fear, only relief.
"Are we giving up just like that? If his father was here, he would never want to see such a weak Sun Wufan!”
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.
It was very familiar. The future Sun Wufan, who had completely given up, suddenly opened his eyes.
An extremely familiar figure appeared in front of the future Sun Wufan.
With a casual wave of his hand, Number 17's terrifying energy racket was sent flying.
"You…you are the me from another time and space?”
The future Sun Wufan looked at the young man in orange training clothes with the big word 'Fan' written on his back and exclaimed excitedly.
That figure was definitely his childhood self.
Trakus had actually successfully returned to the past!
Then, Trakus stepped forward and picked up Sun Wufan.
"Master Gohan, that's great! You're still alive!”
With tears in his eyes, Master Gohan didn't die. This was a blessing in disguise.
Sun Wufan turned his head and looked at himself in this space-time. His face was covered with scars, and his aura was very weak, but his body was incomparably strong.
However, one of his arms was missing from his empty sleeve.
He was the only one who survived out of so many Z-Warriors. It had been hard on him to fight against the cyborgs all these years.
"Have a good rest! Leave these two to me!"
Sun Wufan handed the immortal beans in his hand to Trakus and looked at No. 17 and No. 18 who were standing in the air.
"You have to be careful. Those two cyborgs are very terrifying!”
Future Sun Wufan reminded.
"Is it terrifying? I will let them know what true terror is.”
Sun Wufan stared coldly at No. 17 and No. 18 who were floating in the air!
"Eh? Two more people are here to die!"
No. 17 stared at Sun Wufan and Trakus and laughed softly.
"Oh my, Trakus is really an unkillable cockroach. I didn't expect him to dare to appear.”
"And that child looks a little like Sun Wufan!”
Number Eighteen caressed her golden hair, and a seductive smile appeared on her beautiful face.
"Don't worry. No matter who they are, they won't be able to escape this time.”
As soon as No. 17 finished speaking, he suddenly made a move. He aimed at Sun Wufan and threw a punch.
However, he did not use his full strength. In his opinion, the kid was at most an ordinary Saiyan who could not transform!
One punch was enough to finish him off.
However, when the two fists collided heavily, he immediately denied his opinion.
A majestic force instantly sent Seventeen flying.
It crashed heavily into the ruins.
"Is this the power of the cyborgs? So weak!"
After sending Number Seventeen flying with one punch, Sun Wufan's mouth curled into a disdainful arc.
His tone was very frivolous.
He looked at Number 18 provocatively.
"He's so…so powerful. He's so young, and he hasn't even transformed into a Super Saiyan yet.”
Future Sun Wufan had eaten the immortal beans and his injuries were completely healed. He looked at Number Seventeen, who was sent flying with a punch, in shock.
That was Cyborg No. 17, whom he had fought hard for a long time and could not win, but he was actually sent flying by a punch from Sun Wufan, who was only a few years old.
Even if Number 17 underestimated his opponent and did not use his full strength, it was enough to shock him.
"His power should be far more than this…"
Trakus looked at Sun Wufan's back and said slowly.
He had seen Sun Wufan transform into a Super Saiyan before, so the current Sun Wufan definitely hadn't used his full strength yet.
However, Trakus did not know that Super Saiyan was not Sun Gohan's limit. The legendary Super Saiyan was his trump card.
"Despicable brat!"
No. 17 walked out of the ruins, his eyes filled with anger.
He didn't seem to be injured, but his clothes were tattered from the shock.
"Hahaha, Number Seventeen, you look so pathetic!”
Number Eighteen pointed at Number Seventeen, who was wearing tattered clothes, and mocked him mercilessly.
"This is my favorite dress. Now that you've torn it, I'm really angry! I only have two sets of the same clothes left?”
No. 17 looked at Sun Wufan coldly and said.
"Oh? Are there two more sets? That would be a pity! You might not have the chance to wear it in your lifetime.”
P.S. Please take care of me!
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