Next was the semifinals: Piccolo VS Krillin.
There was no doubt about this match. Anyone familiar with Piccolo, anyone who had interacted with him, knew that Piccolo would definitely win.
Piccolo was not the type to fake things with anyone. On the contrary, the more fiercely someone resisted, the harder he would strike.
However, Piccolo did admire opponents who knew they were outmatched yet still chose to face him.
"Concede. You should know the gap between us. If you concede, you won't be hurt because I fail to hold back." Piccolo spoke coldly as he and Krillin made their way from backstage to the arena.
As "companions" who had trained together for so long, Piccolo had no opponents besides Son Goku.
Yamcha, Puar, and Krillin were simply no match for Piccolo. The gap between them was enough for an instant defeat; there was no fight to be had.
"So you can't even control your strength when facing me. Then you definitely aren't Goku's match." Krillin stepped toward the arena, his gaze resolute.
"What!" Piccolo's expression darkened, and anger flickered across his face. During their occasional sparring sessions, he had always been miserable when facing Son Goku, losing far more often than he won.
The times he won were only when Goku had exhausted himself training and deliberately sought him out to push beyond his limits.
Now that Krillin had said it aloud, fury surfaced on Piccolo's face. "Fine. Then I'll show you my strength."
"Even if I'm inferior to you, that doesn't mean I'll surrender before we've even fought." Krillin gritted his teeth, his expression calm.
He truly was no match for Piccolo, but Krillin also wanted to see just how wide the gap was between himself, Piccolo, and Goku.
He believed he had shed no less sweat than anyone