"I will win!" Son Goku clenched his fists.
"Y-you..." Piccolo felt a wave of terror.
"Here I come!" Son Goku took his stance, ready to attack.
"Whoosh!"
Son Goku shot forward, hurtling toward Piccolo.
"Thud!"
Son Goku slammed a powerful elbow into Piccolo's face.
Piccolo's face twisted out of shape from the impact.
"Thud!"
Son Goku attacked again, kicking Piccolo in the right arm.
Piccolo immediately felt as if his right arm were about to break.
"Arrgh!"
Son Goku landed an uppercut in Piccolo's stomach.
"Ugh..."
Piccolo spewed a mouthful of stomach acid mixed with blood. He felt absolutely awful.
The next moment, Piccolo crashed to the ground.
Son Goku leaped into the air, flipped, and gathered energy between his hands for a Kamehameha.
"Rumble!"
A powerful blast shot from Son Goku's hands and slammed into Piccolo below.
Piccolo let out a scream as his body sank deep into the crater. He didn't move again.
Son Goku slowly landed at the edge of the crater. Looking at Piccolo, who seemed to have passed out, he turned to the referee and called, "Referee, start counting!"
"Ah... yes! Yes!" The referee hurried over, peered down at Piccolo in the crater, and asked, "H-he's not dead, is he? Killing is forbidden in the World Martial Arts Tournament! If he's dead, it doesn't count!"
"Don't worry, he's still alive!" Son Goku replied seriously. "He's not someone who'd go down that easily. Besides..."
At that, Son Goku glanced toward Kami.
"Yes, I'm still alive. That's proof!" Kami nodded.
"Then I'll start counting!" The referee didn't understand what was going on, but immediately began. "One... two... three..."
Everyone wore smiles, anticipating victory.
"Nine!"
Son Goku gave his friends a thumbs-up.
"Smack!"
Just then, Piccolo suddenly sprang up and fired a streak of light from his mouth.