"I am King Piccolo! I cannot lose to you!" King Piccolo was already old. After fighting Yamcha and Krillin, then battling Goku, he had suffered tremendous losses in stamina and strength.
Even so, he was not someone Goku could defeat easily.
His mature, more powerful strength forced Goku to unleash even greater force just to match King Piccolo.
The two fought fiercely until the sky rang with the sounds of their punches. Ki blasts blew dozens of craters into the ground, while powerful shockwaves flung seawater high into the air along the shore.
They fought from the sky to the land, fists and kicks colliding as shockwaves rolled out. Then they plunged into the ocean, fighting desperately beneath the crushing pressure of the sea. It was not merely a clash of skill and power, but a test of will.
Faced with King Piccolo's unwilling roars, Goku simply kept breathing and striking back. One of his eyelids had been swollen and drooped from King Piccolo's blows, but beneath his exhaustion, his gaze remained firm and blazing with the thrill of battle.
Goku and King Piccolo fought until their Ki was nearly exhausted and their movements began to slow. Both gasped heavily, yet driven by their will to defeat the other, they stubbornly remained standing on the island and engaged in the most primitive kind of close combat, hammering each other with their fists.
The clothes on both their upper bodies had been torn into ragged scraps hanging around their waists, exposing bodies covered in bruises and bloody swelling. Their heaving chests seemed ready to burst their lungs, every breath piercingly cold. Their muscles ached so badly that neither could barely stand, yet they swayed stubbornly, unwilling to be defeated by the other.
"I cannot lose to a brat like you!" King