Krillin's Many Tricks

"That bald guy named Krillin is way too weak compared to Piccolo. He's bound to lose this match. You should be more worried about whether Goku can beat him." Tights stood beside Roland, clearly supporting her husband.

Bulma asked, "You knew about this too, sister?"

Tights glanced at Bulma, "I did train at Korin Tower for a while, after all. Although my kung fu wasn't very good, my own strength was still not bad thanks to the support of the Tree of Might. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to give birth to a child as healthy as Luo Fei."

"Speaking of which, you're getting married to Goku soon. Your little body can't handle the Saiyan's roughness. Do you want me to provide you with some nutrient solution?"

Upon hearing this, Bulma's cheeks flushed red, and she said angrily, "We're talking about the competition now, sister, don't bring up other things..."

Then she whispered to Tights a fruit that would enhance her physique.

It seems she is still very worried about her and Goku's next generation.

Roland glanced at them, ignoring the sisters' whispered discussion, and lowered her head to ponder Piccolo's true strength. Compared to the three hundred-plus power level in the original work, Piccolo was undoubtedly much stronger. Although this strength seemed insignificant to Roland, it was already astonishing for Earth at this stage.

At the current pace, when Vegeta comes to Earth six years from now, Piccolo's strength should be no weaker Nail Namekian's.

I wonder if Vegeta will come to Earth again in six years. If he does, I wonder what he will feel when he sees such powerful Namekian.

On stage, the match between Krillin and Piccolo had already begun. After a barrage of sarcastic remarks, Piccolo decisively launched an attack on Krillin. With a swing of his arm, a violent gust of wind suddenly swept across the entire arena, throwing Krillin directly into the air. Then, Piccolo quickly stepped forward, leaped up, and slammed his fists down from the sky.

Bang!

A hard iron fist slammed into Krillin's body.

In a fraction of a second, Krillin channeled his inner energy, placing his hands on his chest where he had been struck. With a deafening roar, a massive three-meter-square hole was suddenly blasted into the flat, spacious arena. A gust of wind swept through, and smoke and debris spread outwards.

Call out!

Krillin sprang from the hole, gathering his Ki Blast at his waist and aiming at Piccolo.

"Kamehameha!"

With a shout, a wave of azure energy was propelled outwards, heading straight for Piccolo. Seeing the Ki Blast coming towards him, Piccolo smiled coldly and indifferently, slashing his arm to deflect the approaching Ki Blast.

The Ki Blast, containing immense power, shot straight out and struck a deserted island in the sea outside the Southeast Island. Instantly, it was as if a blazing sun had risen on the horizon. A violent flash of light, accompanied by a terrifying shock, swept in from afar, turning the sky bright. A terrifying mushroom cloud pierced through the clouds, giving people a sense of apocalyptic shock.

The organizers quickly turned their cameras around and clearly recorded the scene.

"This is a nuclear bomb!"

"The Ki Blast of martial artists are so terrifying; if they were to hit us, we would be in trouble."

"Krillin truly lives up to his reputation as a disciple of the God of Martial Arts; he's incredibly strong."

The audience got excited, feeling both fearful and terrified, and their skin crawled with goosebumps. Humans love things or rumors that scare them half to death; this intense adrenaline rush stimulates their nerves, a phenomenon commonly known as "liking to court death"!

"Krillin, Krillin!"

"Junior, defeat your opponent!"

Some people in the audience were shouting loudly, enjoying the visual experience of the intense battle and not caring who would ultimately win.

"Kid, your strength is far from enough. If the rules of the competition didn't forbid killing your opponent, you'd be dead by now."

"Hehe, you can give it a try!"

"Snort!"

Piccolo's face turned cold, and his eyes flashed with a fierce killing intent. Just as he was about to strike Krillin hard, he saw Krillin raise his hands, spread his fingers, and place them in front of his forehead.

"What is he trying to do?" Piccolo asked, puzzled.

At that moment, Krillin roared, "Solar Flare!!"

It was as if a second sun had appeared in the sky, its blinding light momentarily blinding everyone present. Just then, a shout came from afar.

"Destructo Disc!!"

Whoosh!

A disc-shaped burst of sharp energy swept in, instantly slicing through the air. Piccolo couldn't see exactly what Krillin had done, but his warrior instincts kicked in, and he felt a sense of impending doom.

"Sizzle!"

Like the sound of cloth being torn, Piccolo's arm was Destructo Disc, and blood spurted out immediately.

Piccolo's expression changed drastically, his green face turning grim. He realized he had underestimated his opponent. Although this Earthling in front of him had a combat strength of less than two thousand, his attack methods were endless. If he wasn't careful, he might be caught off guard and suffer a crushing defeat.

Damn it!

Cursing under his breath, Piccolo learned his lesson and simply closed his eyes, focusing all his willpower on Krillin, spreading out his aura to detect Krillin's movements.

At this moment, the advantage that Krillin had just gained vanished.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

Krillin and Piccolo clashed repeatedly, their bodies moving at lightning speed. The sounds of their fighting echoed throughout the arena, leaving it a chaotic mess. Small pebbles flew everywhere, hitting the walls of Martial Arts Temple and creating dark holes. However, because Krillin's basic fighting ability was inferior to Piccolo's, even his fancy techniques could not overcome the gap in strength.

"Kamehameha!"

"Destructo Disc!"

With a series of angry roars, Krillin unleashed all the energy within his body, but Piccolo sneered, and surging waves of energy rose continuously from his body. All of Krillin's attacks were blocked by thick air walls the moment they reached him.

"Special Beam Cannon!"

With a flick of his finger, a beam of energy, like radio waves, radiated outwards. Krillin's expression froze, and his breathing became rapid. He knew that he couldn't possibly be a match for Piccolo in a direct confrontation, so he gritted his teeth and quickly dodged.

"Hmph, child's play. Once I get serious, how could you possibly be my match?" Piccolo sneered, his body closely following Krillin's movements.

This is already a high-level battle. Ordinary martial artists cannot even catch their movements, and even Kami can only catch their afterimages.

Needless to say, the others are even less of an issue.

Even watching the big screen, you still have no idea what's going on.

"Krillin's strength has improved so much, but Piccolo is even more terrifying. This battle is far too dangerous for Krillin." The Old Kami looked on in shock.