Was He Really Beaten to Death Just Like That?

"Aw... Ugh..."

King Piccolo's pained wail finally burst from his throat. He hurriedly clamped both hands over his badly injured nose, curling up in pain as tears streamed uncontrollably down his face. Green blood slowly seeped between his fingers.

Master Roshi, standing nearby, was dumbstruck. His face turned as white as a sheet, and his heart nearly leaped into his throat.

Oh, you little rascal!

I told you to run!

How could you still dare to hit King Piccolo in the nose with a chicken bone?!

You're practically dancing on the edge of death!

This is the end for us!

I'm afraid we're both going to have to hold hands and report to the underworld today!

"There's no other way now!" Master Roshi steeled himself, a look of grim determination flashing in his eyes. "Take this—Kamehameha!"

Master Roshi didn't hesitate any longer. He roughly tore off his jacket, revealing the emaciated, stick-thin body beneath.

Then Master Roshi took a deep breath.

At once, his muscles swelled as if inflated, bulging all over his body. Veins writhed and stood out like coiling dragons. In the blink of an eye, the shriveled old man had transformed into a powerful, musclebound hulk!

At the same time, Master Roshi held his hands facing each other at his waist. The ki inside him began gathering furiously in his palms, radiating dazzling blue light as he prepared to unleash his most powerful attack—the Kamehameha!

Broly, however, completely ignored Master Roshi's all-out effort to charge up.

As if he'd just done something trivial, Broly dusted off his hands.

Then... he headed straight for King Piccolo, who was still clutching his nose and wailing!

His movements were casual and effortless, like he was taking a stroll after a meal.

Master Roshi: "..."

Master Roshi froze in mid-charge. His expression stiffened completely, and his face turned horribly sour, as if he'd swallowed a fly.

What the hell are you trying to do now, kid?!

Master Roshi was screaming inside.

Hitting him in the nose with that chicken bone just now was pure dumb luck—you caught him off guard!

How can you still dare to charge right at him and get yourself killed?!

"Get back here!" Master Roshi roared, so furious he nearly exploded on the spot. The energy he'd gathered for the Kamehameha wavered.

Broly had no intention of coming back.

Because the only thought in Broly's mind right now was...

This guy called King Piccolo felt incredibly weak.

So weak that Broly felt he could probably beat him like a fly with just one ten-thousandth of his strength.

I'll give it a try!

It's not like trying costs anything!

If I can't beat him, I'll use two ten-thousandths of my strength!

Broly was so fast that he surpassed everyone present's ability to track movement, leaving behind only a blurry afterimage.

He was so fast that even if King Piccolo hadn't been injured, he wouldn't have been able to react in time!

It was worth remembering that Broly had spent more than a decade growing up on Earth, well-fed and at peace.

Nourished by the bloodline of the Legendary Super Saiyan, his base Battle Power had long since climbed, almost imperceptibly, to an utterly inconceivable level—10 billion!

It was a number that would have driven even Frieza and his father to despair.

And one ten-thousandth of 10 billion Battle Power was still a whopping 1 million!

By contrast, even after regaining his youth, King Piccolo's Battle Power was only around 260 at most.

260 Battle Power against 1 million...

The difference between them couldn't be described as a mere gulf. It was more like the difference between a microorganism and a star!

In fact, if Beerus hadn't knocked Broly all the way to Earth...

And if he'd instead landed on Planet Vampa, where the conditions were harsh and food scarce...

Being psychologically abused by his father, Paragus, every day...

Struggling to survive amid hunger and rage...

Then Broly's growth might have taken a different path, and his Battle Power might not have increased as terrifyingly as it had now.

But even so, the Broly who grew up on Vampa in the original story had been able to easily suppress Son Goku and Vegeta in their Super Saiyan Blue forms when he was in his forties.

But this Broly, raised in comfort at Master Roshi's House and with a peaceful mind, had his potential brought out even more fully.

Though Broly never deliberately trained...

The blood of the Legendary Super Saiyan in his body was boiling and evolving on its own, every moment of every day!

This could be considered his second real fight in more than a decade.

The first had been in space when he was a baby, when he'd fired an Energy Blast at the God of Destruction, Beerus.

At that very moment, Broly had already rushed in front of King Piccolo like a phantom.

King Piccolo hadn't even fully recovered from the pain in his nose. All he saw was a tall shadow looming over him.

In the next instant, Broly's hand—slender in appearance, yet containing the power to destroy heaven and earth—clamped around King Piccolo's smooth green head like an iron vice!

Then, as casually as if he were crushing a cigarette butt against the ground, Broly lightly and effortlessly slammed King Piccolo's head into the hard earth!

"Squish—"

A muffled sound that made one's scalp crawl rang out, a sickening mixture of cracking bone and crushed flesh.

And then... there was nothing more.

King Piccolo's once-arrogant head had twisted at an extremely unnatural, inhuman angle, badly warped and caved in.

Red and green fluid slowly flowed from his facial orifices. The sight was gruesome, and he was clearly beyond saving.

Broly himself felt a little embarrassed. The corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably as he hurriedly let go, as if he'd touched something dirty. He took a step back, wearing an expression of innocence and bewilderment.

Why does it feel like... his head is more fragile than a watermelon?

It just... broke with the lightest touch?

"Uh... old man..." Broly seemed uncertain. He quickly turned to look at Master Roshi, who was still holding the Kamehameha's opening stance. His voice carried a hint of hesitation and a trace of... guilt. "He... he didn't... just die like that, did he?"

Master Roshi's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets!

He stood there with his mouth agape, his jaw almost dislocated, his face filled with ghostly shock and utter disbelief!

Did... did I see that right?

How could Broly have moved that fast?

I couldn't even make out his shadow!

Am I so old that my eyesight's failing me?

And that guy...

Was that really King Piccolo, the one who once plunged the world into darkness and could only be sealed away at the cost of Master Mutaito's life?

In my memory, that was definitely King Piccolo!

But... but why was his head flat like a tomato run over by a car?

Broly... Broly only slammed his head into the ground. That was all...

Just like that?!