The faint smoke and dust drifted away, and as Pikkon left the ring, the entire martial arts venue fell into frantic screams. They'd seen Tarble overwhelmingly attacking Pikkon with absolute advantage, but in the blink of an eye, Pikkon had actually won, and won easily.
The huge contrast was unbelievable, and they couldn't help but suspect something was wrong with their eyes. But the result wasn't wrong—it was clearly Tarble who'd fallen to the ground.
Everything could only be turned into admiration and integrated into heated discussions.
Raditz flew onto the field and picked Tarble up. This body had no vitality left. The use of twenty times Kaio-ken just now was simply reckless—if he wasn't careful, his body would have collapsed. Fortunately, it had returned to its original state in just a few seconds, otherwise Pikkon wouldn't have needed to make a move for Tarble to be finished.
"Master, how did I do?" The weak Tarble opened his chapped lips and tried to force a smile.
"You did very well. Now watch mine."
"Mm..."
Tarble agreed, and getting Raditz's approval, he finally relaxed his last tense nerve. His heavy eyelids closed slowly as he fell asleep, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
Raditz took him back to the preparation area and placed him where Vegeta had been sitting and resting.
"This kid—he's not embarrassing at all." Vegeta snorted coldly, recalling Tarble who was always crying in the past. As an older brother, a feeling of pride rose unconsciously in his heart.
His brother had become stronger.
He looked at Tarble, when suddenly a white cloak was drawn in front of him. The cold aura disrupted his thinking, and Vegeta suddenly returned to the scene.
The announcer was calling the name "Piccolo," and Piccolo was slowly walking toward the ring area.
"Piccolo's opponent is Gohan from the North Galaxy!"
Gohan?! Piccolo's opponent was Gohan?
Everyone in the North Galaxy was surprised again.
Regardless of what Piccolo's current position was, he was at Super Saiyan level, and Gohan was also a Super Saiyan. If the two fought, one would definitely be injured!
From their time training on King Kai's planet, the two had been in a master-student relationship. After returning from the South Galaxy, they'd spent another year together in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and should be very familiar with each other's techniques. This match should be on the same level as the fight between Goku and Vegeta.
Piccolo took the lead standing on the field, took off his heavy turban and cloak, and threw them aside. With a "bang," the ground was crushed by the clothes, raising smoke and dust.
Everyone was dumbfounded—who would have thought someone was wearing such heavy clothing? Wearing heavy equipment normally—wouldn't speed be faster when the weight was removed?
While they were discussing, they received disdain from the North Galaxy spectator seats. Their eyes were filled with the sentiment "how uninformed." They also had gravity training rooms in the North Galaxy.
"Come on, Gohan." Piccolo ignored everyone's surprise and incomprehension, staring straight at the audience with a cold voice.
"Uncle Piccolo..."
"Go, Gohan." Goku patted his son on the shoulder. "You're also a Super Saiyan now. Believe in your own strength, and believe in Piccolo."
"Dad, I understand." Gohan nodded.
Under everyone's gaze, Gohan stepped onto the stage. He was still wearing the same clothes as when he'd come out of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, exactly the same as Piccolo's outfit.
After becoming a Super Saiyan, his temperament had changed slightly, as if he'd matured somewhat. Although he was the youngest one present, his bearing as a fighter surpassed many others.
Seeing Gohan on stage, Piccolo sneered. "Hmph, haven't been beaten enough in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber? Still want more?"
"Uncle Piccolo, consider this a follow-up to the Time Chamber. Please continue to guide me."
"Guidance? Ha! Why would I, the Great Demon King Piccolo, guide you? Get out of bounds!" Piccolo's eyes flashed as his figure shot forward. The air exploded again and again, and a huge storm swept away.
Gohan only felt like a towering mountain was pressing down in front of him. The powerful momentum caused his feet to drag backward, and crackling gravel slammed into his body along with the piercing whirling air. Suddenly, it seemed like the surroundings were sucked into a vacuum, with only a stream of energy piercing like a drill.
No tricks or tactics—just a straight frontal attack. Piccolo was that confident. He made use of extreme speed and his strong body in the collision, leaving no room for error. It was like a missile falling to earth, and the air exploded with bangs and tremors.
"Hah!" Gohan didn't dare be careless and immediately transformed into a Super Saiyan. His body glowed, his hair stood up, and a steady stream of energy was stimulated from his body.
At the moment of transformation, he could clearly feel that Piccolo's speed had slowed down. In his eyes, time seemed to stretch imperceptibly, and all movements that were like rushing waves turned into flowing water. The diving headbutt that hit like a missile was only a few meters away from him now, and at Piccolo's speed, it would hit his body in the blink of an eye.
At the critical moment, Gohan's fingers trembled slightly, and he gathered his energy almost like an instinctive reaction. He held his hands high, spread his five fingers, and launched a counterattack as fast as possible.
Masenko!
The move that wasn't very powerful but had extremely fast release speed originally belonged to Piccolo. After Gohan learned it, he often used it.
Piccolo was taken aback by the oncoming beam impact. He hesitated slightly in the collision, slowing down by a step, and was deeply caught in the explosive attack of the Masenko.
Light blurred everything, and the sky was full of shining radiance, as if there was an unstoppable torrent between heaven and earth, washing over the crowd, the ring, and the entire planet. Raditz had no choice but to use telekinetic reinforcement on the shield, otherwise the entire venue might be damaged again.
This was the power of a Super Saiyan!
"Hehe." In the light, there was a sneer.
Piccolo burst out of the Masenko, flying with his severed arm hanging. His figure disappeared in the air and reappeared beside Gohan after a moment. Just as Gohan closed his hands and prepared to defend, Piccolo's violent punch had already exploded out.
"BOOM!" Gohan was sent flying with force coursing through his body. A hole was blown in his clothes behind him, and the air rang out.
This force seemed to explode a bomb inside Gohan's body. In a brief moment, Gohan's body went unconscious, stagnating in the air like a frozen picture.
"This is bad." Raditz and Goku stepped forward together, their expressions changing drastically.
But they couldn't help—they could only watch Piccolo begin his unrestrained assault! Among fighters, one negligent move could lose the rhythm of battle. Once rhythm was lost, it became a scene dominated by others.
The current scene was dominated by Piccolo!
His powerful recovery ability allowed him to regrow an arm instantly. He grabbed Gohan's head, swung his arm several times, then slammed him to the ground. The huge destructive force shook an inverted cone-shaped crater into the ground. Gohan's entire body was sunk in the middle, bloodstains worn on his face.
Immediately after, Piccolo raised both hands together. His long arms whipped Gohan like whips—thousands of dazzling tentacle attacks swayed non-stop, with electric beam stimulation from his eyes in the intervals.
Piccolo vented endlessly, and something hidden deep in his eyes trembled slightly.