Master Roshi Was Stunned

"Th-this... what's going on here?" Master Roshi stood dumbfounded, staggering forward two steps as if in a dream. He leaned in for a closer look at King Piccolo's mangled form on the ground, even cautiously nudging the demon's limp arm with his toe.

King Piccolo lay flat on his back, green blood bubbling from his mouth in a steady stream, his body twitching only with faint, involuntary nerve spasms.

Master Roshi: "..."

Master Roshi truly couldn't make sense of it.

This scene before him had completely overturned his understanding.

"Hey, you... are you really King Piccolo? Or... are you just some insignificant underling he sent out? Or a clone or something?" Master Roshi crouched down, speaking to the still-twitching green body with immense uncertainty and a sliver of absurd hope, as if wishing for a negative answer.

"Thump!"

The next moment, as if answering Master Roshi's question, King Piccolo's twisted head jerked to the side, and his last shred of life faded completely.

He croaked on the spot.

His hollow eyes froze with the terror and disbelief of his final moments.

"Hey, you okay? King Piccolo? Don't play dead." Broly also came over, lightly kicking King Piccolo's side with his toe.

King Piccolo lay motionless like a real corpse, no reaction at all.

Master Roshi's face went pale again.

This guy... could he be faking it?

How was that possible?

Killed by Broly pressing his head down with just that one light push?

Master Roshi couldn't help recalling the time Broly had pressed him down.

It had hurt plenty and left a crater, but he was still alive and kicking...

King Piccolo was indeed dead.

Dead as a doornail.

After all, the gap in Battle Power between them was far too vast.

Even though Broly had only used One Ten Thousandth of his strength and had subconsciously held back most of it midway.

For King Piccolo, whose Battle Power was only around 260, it was no different from being hit head-on by a falling meteor.

If Broly hadn't pulled his strength in time.

King Piccolo's head wouldn't just have been deformed—it would have burst open like a rotten watermelon with a loud "bang"!

"Old man, I told you, he couldn't take it." Broly looked at the dead green corpse on the ground, shrugged helplessly at Master Roshi, and added with a slightly reproachful tone, "So why did you have to use that Evil Containment Wave that costs your life? With such a weak opponent, you could've just beaten him up casually..."

Master Roshi: "..."

Master Roshi opened his mouth, but found his throat dry, unable to utter a word.

A brief daze.

Master Roshi could only silently crouch down again, with an extremely complex and absurd feeling, carefully re-examining King Piccolo's body.

Heartbeat stopped, breathing gone, energy fluctuations completely extinguished...

He was indeed dead!

Deader than dead!

And his death was gruesome—his head severely deformed, as if crushed by a ten-thousand-ton hydraulic press.

"Th-this guy... is he really that King Piccolo?" Master Roshi broke out in a cold sweat, his eyes filled with extreme shock and confusion, beginning to seriously doubt his own memory and judgment.

Could it be that after hundreds of years, King Piccolo's power had weakened inside the Rice Cooker?

That didn't add up either!

Hadn't Krillin been killed by his underling?

"No idea..." Broly shook his head innocently. "Didn't you see him before? Can't you recognize him?"

"Hey! You guys up in that ship!" Master Roshi suddenly looked up, shouting with all his might at Pilaf's castle ship, still hovering low in the distance and trying to stay unnoticed, "Is this green guy just a clone or a fake underling of King Piccolo?!"

Aboard the ship.

Pilaf, Mai, Shu, and King Piccolo's sole surviving Demon Clan minion, Piano, were pressed against the porthole, having seen everything below clearly.

They were all pale with terror, their faces greener than the other, trembling like leaves in the wind.

"Ki-King Piccolo-sama... is... is he... dead?" King Pilaf stammered, his voice thin as a thread, filled with fear.

"Yo-you're joking, right? How could this be..." Mai's beauty was ruined, her carefully applied makeup smeared by cold sweat.

"I... am I seeing this right? That kid... he... he only used one move..." Shu was also drenched in cold sweat, his tongue tied in knots.

Piano: "..."

Piano was completely speechless with fear, his Green Skin taking on an ashen pallor, a massive terror gripping his heart.

King Piccolo-sama... was dead?

That invincible, great King Piccolo-sama...

Just like that... swatted dead like a fly by some nobody kid?

I must be dreaming!

There's no way this is real!

Something's got to be wrong here!

"Th-then... what are you waiting for? Get out of here! Now! Immediately!" Piano snapped back to reality, letting out a shrill scream as he issued the final order to the Pilaf Trio, who were frozen in shock. His voice was twisted by sheer terror.

"Y-yes, yes, yes..." Pilaf stammered, scrambling and crawling toward the pilot's seat, his hands trembling as he tried to start the ship's engine.

A humming sound rose as the spacecraft began to turn, spewing exhaust as it attempted to flee toward the distant horizon.

"They're running! And there are remnants of King Piccolo on board!" Master Roshi's brow furrowed, his expression turning grim again. He barked, "We can't let them escape, or there'll be endless trouble! Kamehameha..."

But before Master Roshi could gather enough energy to unleash the Kamehameha wave again, Broly glanced at the fleeing ship, then down at King Piccolo's limp corpse at his feet.

The next moment, as if struck by a brilliant idea, Broly stepped forward, casually grabbed King Piccolo by the wrist, and with a flick of his arm—like tossing out a bag of trash—he lightly hurled the body toward the ship in the sky!

"Whoosh—bang!"

King Piccolo's corpse arced through the air like a green parabola, a cannonball shot from a barrel, and with devastating precision, it punched straight through the ship's fragile hull, slamming violently into Piano, who had been trying to take cover!