Rampaging Ball God No. 2

The underwater storm raged for over ten minutes before showing signs of slowly subsiding.

The sky-high sand and gravel settled back down with the current, and the visibility was no longer so murky.

Piccolo's full-power Special Beam Cannon, fired with ten fingers, had almost drained every cell in his body of energy.

His green skin was covered in fine cracks, and streaks of purple blood seeped out, mixing with the surrounding seawater.

Piccolo painfully straightened his back, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the massive underwater crater ahead.

In his perception, the robot's energy fluctuations had dropped to an extremely low level.

The head-on collision of that magnitude, coupled with the secondary damage from the deep-sea implosion, meant that even if the opponent were forged from the universe's hardest metal, it absolutely couldn't emerge unscathed.

The silt at the bottom of the crater suddenly stirred slightly.

Immediately after, a piercing sound of metal grinding cut through the water, stabbing directly into Piccolo's eardrums.

Ball God No. 2 slowly rose from the sand and gravel.

Its appearance was tragic.

The entire left half of its mechanical body had been completely blown apart by the penetration and shredding of those ten spiral beams.

The intricate cables and magic circuits connecting its various joints were exposed to the seawater, occasionally sparking with short circuits.

Its metal face, which mimicked Namekian features, had also collapsed on one side, and its right electronic eye was completely dark and extinguished.

But.

The Two-Star Demon Realm Dragon Ball embedded in the center of its chest was not only undamaged but pulsed with a strange dark purple beat.

"Alert. Unit damage exceeds seventy-five percent."

"Activating Extreme Berserk Protocol. Canceling standard power output limits. Activating Two-Star Dragon Ball's primal demonic power."

A cold, synthesized mechanical voice echoed underwater through loudspeakers.