Killed Just Like That?

"Oww... ow..."

King Piccolo's pained howl finally tore from his throat as he clamped both hands over his crushed nose, his whole body curling up in agony. Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face, and green blood slowly seeped through his fingers.

Master Roshi, standing nearby, was utterly stunned. His face drained to a deathly pale, and his heart nearly leaped out of his throat.

My little ancestor!

I told you to run!

How dare you throw a chicken bone at King Piccolo's nose?!

You're practically dancing on the edge of death!

This is it, we're finished!

Grandson and grandpa, we're really going to hold hands and report to the underworld today!

"There's no other way now!" Master Roshi steeled himself, a flash of desperate resolve in his eyes. "Watch me—Kamehameha!"

Without a second thought, Master Roshi ripped off his jacket in one rough motion, revealing his scrawny, stick-like frame beneath.

Then, he took a sharp breath.

Instantly, his muscles bulged and swelled like they were pumped full of air, veins coiling like writhing dragons. In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a shriveled old man into a sinewy, power-packed muscleman!

At the same time, Master Roshi pressed his palms together at his waist, channeling his ki frantically toward them. A blinding blue light gathered, ready to unleash his ultimate attack—the Kamehameha!

But Broly completely ignored Master Roshi's all-out charge.

Broly acted as if he'd done nothing more than a trivial little thing—he clapped his hands.

And then... he just charged straight at King Piccolo, who was still clutching his nose and howling in pain!

His movements were effortless and relaxed, like a casual stroll after dinner.

Master Roshi: "..."

Master Roshi's charging motion froze mid-action, his expression locked solid, his face twisting like he'd swallowed a fly.

You little... what the hell are you trying to do now?!

Master Roshi roared inwardly.

You hit his nose with a chicken bone just now—that was pure dumb luck, catching him off guard!

How dare you charge in to die again?!

"Get back here!" Master Roshi nearly exploded with rage, shouting through gritted teeth, the accumulated Kamehameha energy wavering from his fury.

But Broly had no intention of coming back.

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

This guy calling himself King Piccolo felt way too weak.

So weak that Broly felt like he only needed to use about one ten-thousandth of his power to swat him like a fly.

Let's try it!

It doesn't cost anything to try!

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

Broly's speed was just too fast—far beyond what anyone present could track with their dynamic vision. Only a blurry afterimage remained.

So fast that even if King Piccolo hadn't been injured, he wouldn't have been able to react!

You see, after growing up on Earth for over a decade, well-fed and at peace, Broly's base battle power had quietly climbed to an absurd height under the nourishment of the legendary Super Saiyan bloodline—10 billion!

A number that would make even Frieza and his father despair.

And one ten-thousandth of 10 billion battle power was still a full 1 million points!

In contrast, even rejuvenated, King Piccolo's battle power maxed out at around 260 points.

260 points versus 1 million...

The gap wasn't just heaven and earth—it was the difference between a microbe and a star!

In fact, if Broly hadn't been knocked to Earth by Beerus, and had instead landed on the harsh, food-scarce Planet Vampa as originally planned, spending his days being gaslit by his father Paragus and struggling to survive on hunger and rage...

Then Broly's growth might have taken a different path, and his battle power might not have become this terrifying.

But even so, in the original story, Broly—raised on Vampa—could easily overpower Super Saiyan Blue Son Goku and Vegeta in his forties.

And now, this Broly, raised in comfort at Master Roshi's House on Earth with an open heart, had his potential tapped even more thoroughly.

Even though Broly never deliberately trained.

But the blood of the legendary Super Saiyan within him was boiling and evolving on its own, wildly, every single moment.

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

The first was as an Infant in space, when he fired that Energy Blast at the God of Destruction, Beerus.

At this moment, Broly had already charged in front of King Piccolo like a phantom.

King Piccolo hadn't even fully recovered from the sharp pain in his nose, only seeing a tall shadow looming over him.

The next moment, Broly's hand—long and slender yet brimming with world-shattering power—clamped down on King Piccolo's smooth green head like a steel vise.

Then, as casually as stubbing out a cigarette on the ground, Broly lightly, carelessly, slammed King Piccolo's head hard into the solid earth.

"Squelch—"

A sickening, muffled sound came, mixing the crunch of bone and the squelch of flesh.

And then... there was no then.

Because King Piccolo's head, once so arrogantly held high, was now twisted, deformed, and caved in at an extremely unnatural, inhuman angle.

Red and green fluids slowly oozed from his seven orifices, a gruesome sight that clearly meant he was no longer alive.

Even Broly felt a bit embarrassed, his mouth twitching uncontrollably. He quickly let go, as if touching something dirty, and took a step back, his face showing a hint of innocence and bewilderment.

How do I feel... his head is even more brittle than a watermelon?

A light touch and it... shattered?

"Hey... old man..." Broly seemed uncertain, quickly turning back to Master Roshi, who was still holding his Kamehameha starting pose, his voice tinged with hesitation and a little... guilt, "He... he couldn't be... dead just like that, could he?"

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

He gaped, his jaw almost dislocating, showing an expression of utter shock and disbelief, as if he'd seen a ghost!

Did... did I see that right?

Broly's speed just now... how was it so fast?

So fast I didn't even catch a glimpse of his shadow!

Is it because I'm too old, with failing eyesight?

And that guy...

Is he really the King Piccolo who once plunged the world into darkness, the one who needed Master Mutaito to sacrifice his life to seal away?

From what I remember, that's definitely King Piccolo!

But... but his head... how did it get flattened like a tomato run over by a wheel?

Broly... Broly just grabbed his head and slammed it into the ground, that's all...

Just that one move?!