Just as everyone wondered in shock whether Piccolo had gone mad, they saw the stump of his severed right arm swell, then rapidly split apart. Before long, a brand-new arm grew out to replace the original one.
That scared the hell out of them!
Regenerating a severed limb?
What kind of freakish ability was that?
Even Uchiha Hiko was startled. Only then did he realize that, unless Piccolo was crushed to pieces or had his heart torn out, he was practically possessed of an Immortal Body.
The only drawback was that regenerating severed limbs consumed an enormous amount of stamina. He himself could not withstand the backlash of doing it too many times.
Sure enough, Piccolo then wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly returned to the expression he had worn when he first stepped onto the stage. Looking disdainfully at Son Goku, he said, "See that? This is the ability I gained after losing that ability. From here on, I won't be distracted anymore. Let's see whether you, Son Goku, can avoid being beaten to death by me."
As Piccolo said this, Uchiha Hiko was already covering his eyes and laughing. He knew that Piccolo would lose this World Martial Arts Tournament, and lose miserably—so thoroughly convinced that he would seal himself away in some remote corner of Earth to train in solitude until Raditz appeared.
If that really happened, then there was no way his God King Bloodline would undergo another evolution today.
With things having come to this, Uchiha Hiko had nothing more to say. It seemed that, from one perspective, if he wanted to increase his strength by picking fights, he could not place such matters ahead of justice.
After all, someone would naturally resist it. He could not possibly force things while risking a