"He really is King Piccolo!" Master Roshi let out a long, heavy sigh, as if he'd aged several years in an instant. He adjusted his glasses and looked toward the direction Piccolo had disappeared. "It seems he came here to enter the World Martial Arts Tournament... to get revenge on Broly, right?"
"That's right." Son Goku nodded firmly and answered honestly. "His goal is to win the World Martial Arts Tournament first, then kill Broly with his own hands in front of everyone! That way, he'll announce his return."
"Am I really that easy to kill?" Broly finally couldn't help but purse his lips and shake his head, his tone carrying the absurdity of someone who'd just heard a joke.
Everyone present was at a loss for words. They all cast complicated looks his way.
You're strong!
You proved that three years ago.
The problem is, you haven't trained at all in those three years!
We've all seen how lazy you are!
And the rest of us—including Goku, Tien Shinhan, and even Krillin and Yamcha—have all grown more than one level stronger!
What about you?
You're still at the same level you were three years ago, aren't you?
"I saw Shen's Evil Containment Wave just now..." Yamcha suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked, "Then a shadow came out of his body..."
"That's right," Tien Shinhan picked up the explanation. "Someone who looked exactly like King Piccolo fell out of Shen and ran into that bottle."
"That person wasn't Piccolo. He was using a human body to fight Piccolo!" Son Goku gave the final answer, unveiling the last mystery. "He was Kami!"
"What? Kami?!"
Master Roshi, Krillin, Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, Chi-Chi, and even Chiaotzu all cried out in shock. Their eyes widened, their faces filled with utter disbelief and astonishment!
Kami!