Teng Qing, the Dharma King, gave Piccolo a puzzled look and said coldly, "What? Are you Namekians any different?"
Piccolo smiled faintly. "Dharma King Teng Qing, as far as I know, when the White-Clad Interstellar Society faces an enemy, you usually investigate them carefully. So why is it different with you? Do you know so little about us Namekians?"
Teng Qing, the Dharma King, burst into laughter. "Yes, I do know very little about you Namekians. But what is there worth learning about on this weak little planet that is about to be destroyed? If I, Teng Qing the Dharma King, had to waste time studying a tiny planet like yours, wouldn't that be a complete waste of time?"
"And that is why you'll lose to something you consider insignificant." Piccolo stared coldly at Teng Qing, the Dharma King, and suddenly shouted, "Aah!"
Teng Qing, the Dharma King, stiffened. "What's going on?"
Piccolo poured all his strength into igniting his ki! The ki gathered around his left arm, and before long, his left hand suddenly grew back as though it had never been lost!
"What?!" Teng Qing, the Dharma King, stared at Piccolo in disbelief. He truly had never investigated anything like this!
"I never expected you Namekians to possess such an ability. It seems I was blind." Teng Qing, the Dharma King, gradually concealed his surprise. "But even so, there is still an astonishing gap in strength between you Namekians and a Dharma King of the White-Clad Interstellar Society. Don't tell me that regrowing one arm will greatly increase your combat power!"
Piccolo's expression turned grim. Teng Qing, the Dharma King, had indeed struck at his greatest problem!
That was right. His combat power could not rapidly increase just because he had lost an arm, or through any other