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He abandoned all martial arts techniques this time, stomping hard on the ground with both legs, and charged headlong into the deadly metal spikes.

A dull thud of metal piercing flesh.

Ball God No. 2's spikes pierced Piccolo's right abdomen without obstruction, protruding a long way from his back.

But this time, he gritted his teeth and endured the almost fatal blow.

Piccolo used the piercing force to charge a few more steps forward, closing the distance between them.

He wrapped his arms tightly around Ball God No. 2's cold metal torso, pinning himself to the killing machine.

Piccolo's cheeks bulged exaggeratedly.

He compressed all the violent, residual energy within his body into his mouth.

This was a pure mutual destruction tactic, a close-range energy bombardment.

Ball God No. 2's internal alarms blared sharply as it tried to break free from the madman's embrace.

But those two green arms were like welded iron clamps.

Piccolo painfully opened his mouth and aimed at the robot's chest cavity.

An energy sphere compressed to its absolute limit erupted violently from his mouth.

There was no room for buffering.

The terrifying internal destructive power directly penetrated Ball God No. 2's internal circuitry through the gaps in its armor.

A series of violent explosions occurred within the robot.

The precision mainboards, energy circuits, and transmission gears were completely incinerated into slag under this indiscriminate internal assault.

Ball God No. 2's massive metal body trembled stiffly a few times.

The red light in its electronic eyes flickered rapidly for two seconds before finally dimming completely.

Piccolo weakly released his arms and fell heavily backward, crashing into the soft seabed mud.

This time, he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

But the scrapped robot, driven by an abnormal mechanism, made a final move.

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