Chapter 119 – The Demon Clan Has Arrived
"Hahaha!"
The disciples burst into laughter upon hearing Yamcha's words.
Master Mutaito's reputation was renowned far and wide. There was never a shortage of challengers wanting to rise by stepping over his name. Some left in defeat and disgrace, while others eventually became disciples like the ones currently present.
They clearly took Yamcha as just another one of those challengers.
No one believed that a mere young man could possess the power to defeat Master Mutaito.
Except Master Mutaito himself.
He gazed at Yamcha with a solemn expression. If it were anyone else, Mutaito would likely have sent a disciple to face them, using the opportunity to teach his student while showing the opponent that there's always someone stronger.
A win-win situation.
But against this young man...
He feared none of his disciples were a match.
This young man's ki was like a sword freshly drawn from its sheath.
Such overwhelming energy—he had never seen anything like it.
"This isn't the right place. Come with me," he said.
Under the astonished gazes of the surrounding disciples, Master Mutaito led Yamcha away from the dojo and into a room within the martial arts hall.
No one knew the outcome of the battle that took place there.
But from that day on, Yamcha temporarily stayed at the dojo—not as a disciple, however.
The other students were immensely curious about Yamcha's strength, but Mutaito never revealed the result of that match.
"Very strong. Truly worthy of being called the strongest in the world."
Mutaito's strength was not as pitiful as some online fan discussions claimed, saying even Tien from the 22nd Tenkaichi Budokai surpassed him. Nor was it as absurdly exaggerated as in some anime-original plots where not even Goku, after drinking the Ultra Divine Water, could beat him.
His power level lay somewhere between those extremes.
And it made sense. If Tien were really stronger than Mutaito, knowing Master Shen's competitive nature with Master Roshi, he would've bragged endlessly about Tien.
Life 300 years ago was much slower-paced than in modern times. There were no electric lights, and little in the way of entertainment. People lived simpler lives.
Food was cooked in basic ways—grilling, frying, boiling. Simple tea and meals had a flavor of their own.
Yamcha also met a young Roshi and Shen here. Compared to their aged, wrinkled selves 300 years later, they were actually quite handsome young men—at least they still had hair. Roshi wasn't bald, and Shen didn't have a receding hairline.
"M-Master Mutaito!"
One day, commotion broke out at the martial arts hall's entrance. Several disciples stumbled in, supporting a man drenched in blood, shouting as they went.
"A group of strange beings claiming to be the Demon Clan… They destroyed the town… They said they'd kill us all… Master, please save us!"
He had come—King Piccolo.
He brought with him his so-called Demon Clan army.
They had already destroyed several nations, killing countless humans. The only reason the world didn't know yet was because news traveled slowly.
But it wouldn't be long before the name King Piccolo spread across the entire globe.
Yamcha was curious about one thing: the former Kami had denied the current Kami the position of God because of a trace of evil in his heart. In response, the current Kami purged that evil, which became King Piccolo—a powerful, cruel being who brought calamity to the world.
So the question was: Did the former Kami know this would happen? Why did he do nothing? And why didn't the current Kami act either?
Given King Piccolo's strength, that "trace" of evil probably wasn't so small after all.
Kami's power level was 220, while King Piccolo's was 260.
Just based on numbers, Kami was no match.
As for battle potential in explosive conditions—no data yet.
The reality may have been that the former Kami saw the current one as a morally ambiguous figure—perhaps even leaning more toward evil—and with his own end near, he had no better option. After Kami expelled King Piccolo, the old god simply passed away.
Although the current Kami succeeded the throne, he had no power to stop King Piccolo—not that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't.
Of course, this was Yamcha's personal speculation. The truth remained uncertain.
One thing was clear: the gods in Dragon Ball weren't as powerful as deities from other universes. They had little authority or strength. Aside from guiding souls to the afterlife and occasionally watching over Earth, they didn't do much. Even creating Shenron wasn't their doing—it was due to the innate ability of the Namekians.
Absolutely absurd.
"Master Mutaito, how about taking me along?"
As Mutaito prepared to descend the mountain with his disciples to save the people, Yamcha volunteered.
After a brief thought, Mutaito agreed.
"Be careful. I sense a lot of chaotic ki down there."
The group descended the mountain at top speed. Below, bizarre-looking monsters were rampaging, destroying everything and slaughtering the villagers.
Demons.
No—they called themselves the Demon Clan.
"You must be Master Mutaito? Perfect timing. I'm here to deliver the message of the Great Demon King."
A monster with green lizard-like skin and wings sneered:
"From this day forward, all humans will be enslaved by the Demon Clan!"
The Demon Clan—a name used by King Piccolo and the creatures he "birthed."
Whether or not this had any relation to Dabura, the King of the Demon Realm from Dragon Ball Z, was unknown.
Technically, Piccolo's offspring should all be Namekians.
"Otherwise…"
The green-skinned monster grinned viciously, opened its mouth, and spat a fireball toward a nearby little girl.
"Hmph!"
Trying to kill in front of Master Mutaito? Not happening. With a single chop of his right hand, he released a wave of energy that shattered the fireball mid-air.
One disciple rushed in and saved the girl.
"Roshi, Shen!"
At Mutaito's shout, two young men in martial robes stepped forward, attacking the green monster from both sides.
"Humans… a weak race."
The green monster didn't take them seriously—until the fight began.
He quickly realized he was outmatched by the combined strength of the two.
Panicked, he let out a shrill screech, summoning reinforcements. Soon, rooftops around them were swarming with all kinds of monsters.
"You're all doomed!"
The green monster sneered again.
But he had miscalculated.
This was exactly what Mutaito wanted—to gather them all in one place.
"Now it's easier to wipe them all out at once."
He gathered an immense amount of ki between his hands and launched a powerful wave into the sky—a seemingly pointless move at first.
Then his hands moved rapidly, raining down a storm of energy blasts from above, annihilating the monsters one by one.
Only the green monster remained, still locked in battle with Roshi and Shen.
"This can't be happening!"
It was unclear if the green monster was shocked or terrified. He screamed.
But his panic disrupted his rhythm—Roshi and Shen seized the opportunity.
"Ki Blast!"
The two fired a joint attack, piercing through the monster's body with their energy blast.
"Victory!"
The disciples cheered joyfully. The rescued villagers breathed a collective sigh of relief.
But Master Mutaito kept his gaze fixed on a certain spot—he could sense an evil aura unlike anything he'd ever felt before.
Even just sensing it made his entire body tremble.
He knew—the real enemy had arrived.
A true monster.
The combined energy of all the earlier monsters wasn't even a tenth of this being's power.
Yamcha sensed it too—even deeper than Mutaito. This was a being far beyond even Tien.
And so, Yamcha activated his first layer of disguise—
Just an ordinary martial artist.
(End of Chapter)
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