No. 17 looked at Piccolo. "This greatest power in history isn't all I've got!" "Is that so? Let's see what you've got!" Piccolo charged at No. 17 and launched a flurry of attacks.
Piccolo fired a Magic Light Wave at No. 17, but it was too slow. No. 17 dodged it easily and scoffed, "Again? It won't work no matter how many times you try."
The more No. 17 taunted him, the harder Piccolo fought. He kept firing Magic Light Waves at No. 17, who was beginning to lose patience. "Pathetic. Do you really think such a cheap trick will work on me?"
Piccolo continued firing Magic Light Waves, but his aim grew worse and worse. In the end, none of them hit No. 17. They all flew past him, and No. 17 grew even more impatient. "What are you aiming at?"
Then No. 17 suddenly realized something and looked back in astonishment. Every Magic Light Wave had stopped in place around him, densely surrounding him on all sides.
No. 17 was stunned. Seeing his astonished expression from below, Piccolo relaxed and smiled triumphantly. "There's nowhere left for you to run! This is where the strongest in history meets his end!"
Piccolo then unleashed the Magic Light Waves, sending them all hurtling toward No. 17. Countless blasts struck him, and a devastating explosion erupted in the sky.
The attack was so powerful that it ravaged the surrounding area and caused widespread destruction. Piccolo's strength had increased dramatically, and he had gained complete control over his Magic Light Waves.
Everyone was still staring in shock when Piccolo's expression grew even more grim. As the smoke cleared in the sky, No. 17 was still standing right where he had been, completely unharmed.
No. 17 had created a Protective Shield that completely blocked