"Aaaargh…!"
Demon King Piccolo finally let out a painful howl.
He hurriedly covered his shattered nose with both hands, his body curling from the intense pain. Tears streamed down his face as purple blood slowly seeped through his fingers.
Nearby, Master Roshi was completely stunned.
His face turned pale instantly, and his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.
My little ancestor…
I told you to run!
Why would you throw a chicken bone at Demon King Piccolo's nose?!
You're playing with death!
We're both going to die here today!
"Since things have come to this… there's no other choice!"
Roshi gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
"Take this—Kamehameha!"
Without hesitation, he tore off his shirt.
Underneath was his thin old body.
Then he took a deep breath.
Instantly, Roshi's muscles expanded violently.
Veins bulged across his body as he transformed from a skinny old man into a massive muscular powerhouse.
At the same time, he placed his hands together at his waist.
Energy gathered between his palms, forming a bright blue glow.
He was preparing his strongest attack.
But Broly ignored all of it.
To him, this was nothing important.
After casually dusting off his hands, Broly simply walked toward Piccolo.
As if he were taking a stroll after a meal.
Roshi: "..."
His Kamehameha stance froze.
His face twisted in disbelief.
What are you doing now?!
You lucky brat!
Hitting his nose earlier was pure luck!
And now you're running toward him yourself?!
"Come back here!" Roshi shouted angrily.
But Broly didn't stop.
Because in Broly's mind, there was only one thought.
This Demon King Piccolo guy… feels really weak.
So weak that he felt he only needed about one ten-thousandth of his strength to defeat him.
Let's try it.
If it's not enough… I'll use two ten-thousandths.
Broly's speed suddenly exploded.
So fast that no one present could even see his movement.
He left behind only a blurred afterimage.
Even if Piccolo hadn't been injured, he still wouldn't have been able to react.
After all—
Broly had been growing peacefully on Earth for more than ten years.
His power had increased naturally thanks to the blood of the Legendary Super Saiyan.
His base power had quietly reached an unbelievable level.
10,000,000,000 power level.
Even Frieza and King Cold would despair hearing that number.
And one ten-thousandth of that…
was still 1,000,000 power level.
Meanwhile, Demon King Piccolo—
even at full strength—
was only around 260.
260 vs 1,000,000.
The gap wasn't just huge.
It was like comparing a microorganism to a star.
If Broly had grown up on the harsh planet Vampa, starving and suffering under his father Paragus, his growth might have been very different.
But here on Earth—
living peacefully at Kame House, well-fed and calm—
his potential had developed even further.
Broly never trained.
But the blood of the Legendary Super Saiyan inside him was constantly evolving.
This was only his second real battle in life.
The first one happened when he was a baby—
when he fired an energy blast at Beerus.
And now—
Broly had already appeared in front of Piccolo like a ghost.
Piccolo barely had time to process the pain in his nose.
He only saw a shadow appear before him.
Then—
Broly grabbed Piccolo's head.
His hand clamped down like iron.
And casually—
He slammed Piccolo's head into the ground.
"CRUNCH!"
A horrifying sound echoed.
Bones shattered.
Flesh crushed.
And then…
Everything went quiet.
Piccolo's head twisted at an unnatural angle.
It collapsed inward.
Red and green liquid slowly flowed from his eyes, nose, and mouth.
He was clearly dead.
Broly quickly let go.
He even stepped back as if he had touched something dirty.
His expression looked slightly embarrassed.
Why does his head feel softer than a watermelon?
It broke so easily…
Broly scratched his head and turned toward Roshi.
"Uh… old man…"
His voice sounded uncertain.
"He… didn't just die… like that, right?"
At that moment—
Master Roshi's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
His mouth hung open so wide it looked like his jaw might fall off.
His face was filled with absolute shock.
Did I see that right?
Broly's speed just now…
I couldn't even see it!
Am I getting old?
Did my eyes fail me?
And more importantly—
That man…
Wasn't he supposed to be Demon King Piccolo, the monster who once plunged the world into darkness?
The enemy that required Master Mutaito's life to seal?
But now—
His head looked like a tomato crushed by a truck tire.
Broly had simply grabbed it…
and pushed it into the ground.
Just once.
That's all.
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