Piccolo vs. Tien Shinhan

King Piccolo snorted coldly, ignoring Master Roshi entirely.

"Long time no see, Sun Wukong!"

"Damn it!"

Seeing King Piccolo ignore him, Master Roshi felt a surge of immediate anger.

"Long time no see!"

"Wukong, do you know him?"

"He is Piccolo, the son of King Piccolo!"

"The son of King Piccolo?"

Master Roshi was startled.

"Yeah! King Piccolo popped out of the rice cooker he was sealed in, and after I ran into him, I finished him off. But right before he died, he spat out an egg, and that egg is this Piccolo!"

"Then why didn't you tell me about this?"

"That guy's strength was too pathetic, nothing worth mentioning!"

"Pathetic!"

Upon hearing this, Piccolo gritted his teeth in fury.

"Sun Wukong, don't get too cocky. I don't even know how many times stronger I am now compared to a year ago!"

"A year ago?"

"He came to seek revenge on me a year ago, but he lost!"

"Oh, so that's how it is!"

As Sun Wukong spoke, he suddenly noticed Piano standing behind Piccolo.

"Aren't you that useless henchman of King Piccolo?"

Piano nodded, trembling with fear.

He still remembered the scene of Sun Wukong destroying King Piccolo.

Back then, he and Pilaf hadn't even seen Sun Wukong move before a massive hole appeared in King Piccolo's body.

That image had even haunted his dreams, scaring him awake more than once.

Piccolo snorted coldly.

"Sun Wukong, this time I will definitely defeat you and wash away my shame!"

"But I don't intend to participate in this tournament!"

"You don't intend to participate?"

"Yeah! You left so quickly last time that I didn't even get to finish what I was saying!"

"Damn it!"

Piccolo clenched his fists tightly.

"In that case, we'll just settle things right here and now!"

Sun Wukong smiled and said.

"Even if I don't participate, my junior brothers will! As long as you can beat them, then I'll fight you!"

"Fine! Then I'll defeat your junior brothers first, and then I'll defeat you!"

After saying this, Piccolo took Piano and went to register.

"Wukong, since you knew Piccolo was the son of King Piccolo, why didn't you kill him back then?"

"King Piccolo and the Guardian of Earth are actually the same person!"

"King Piccolo and the Guardian are the same person?"

Master Roshi exclaimed in shock.

"King Piccolo was actually created when the Guardian split the evil thoughts from his own heart! If I kill Piccolo, then the Guardian of Earth will die too!"

"So that's how it is!"

Master Roshi leaned on his cane and fell silent.

"So Wukong, do you have any good solutions?"

"This Piccolo seems different from his father!"

"Different?"

"Yes, ever since he was born, he doesn't seem to have done anything evil!"

"Is that so!"

Master Roshi fell into deep thought.

A while later, Krillin and the others returned from registering, and Master Roshi told them about the situation with Piccolo.

"Then, Senior Brother Goku, just how strong is this Piccolo?"

"A year ago, he was quite weak. I'm not sure about now, but I think with your current strength, you should be able to defeat him!"

"Is that so!"

Krillin let out a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

"It's getting late, so you all should go participate in the tournament. Goku and the others and I will be cheering for you from the sidelines!"

Master Roshi said.

"Mm!"

Krillin nodded.

Afterward, Krillin and his group went to participate in the preliminaries.

Krillin and the others passed the preliminaries with ease, advancing to the final eight.

Besides Krillin and his group, the other four contestants who advanced to the final eight were Piccolo, Yajirobe, Mercenary Tao, and Giran.

The first match featured Krillin, and his opponent was Giran.

He easily kicked his opponent off the stage.

The second match featured Yamcha, and his opponent was Yajirobe.

Yamcha also defeated his opponent with ease.

The third match was Chiaotzu versus Mercenary Tao.

Mercenary Tao was Master Shen's younger brother, which technically made him their martial uncle.

"Long time no see, Chiaotzu!"

Mercenary Tao looked at Chiaotzu with an icy expression.

"Mar... Martial Uncle!"

Mercenary Tao snorted coldly.

"I have no such martial nephew as you. Besides, you and Tien Shinhan have already defected to another master, so why bother calling me Martial Uncle?"

At this moment, Tien Shinhan suddenly shouted to Chiaotzu from below the stage.

"Chiaotzu, don't worry about who he is, just knock him off the stage!"

Mercenary Tao glanced coldly at Tien Shinhan.

"How arrogant! Today, I shall purge the sect on behalf of my elder brother!"

"Um, both contestants, the match has already begun. Could you please start the fight? You can discuss other matters after the match is over?"

Seeing the crowd below constantly urging the match to start, the referee also pressed the two of them.

"Fine!"

Mercenary Tao replied, then immediately charged toward Chiaotzu.

Chiaotzu raised his right index finger, using his psychic power to freeze Mercenary Tao in place.

"Psychic power!"

Mercenary Tao's expression was one of shock.

He had fought Chiaotzu before, and back then, Chiaotzu's psychic power had no effect on him at all, yet now, he couldn't even move a muscle.

While Mercenary Tao was still stunned, Chiaotzu kicked him flying off the tournament stage.

"Mercenary Tao has fallen off the stage, contestant Chiaotzu wins!"

The referee said listlessly.

He had originally expected the final eight matches to be intense and thrilling, but he hadn't expected the first three matches to end as soon as they began, leaving absolutely nothing worth watching.

Upon hearing this, Chiaotzu immediately flew off the stage.

"The fourth match: contestant Tien Shinhan versus contestant Piccolo!"

"Good luck, Tien Shinhan!"

Chiaotzu cheered for Tien Shinhan.

Tien Shinhan nodded and leaped onto the tournament stage.

Piccolo snorted coldly and also arrived on the stage.

"Go, King Piccolo!"

Seeing this, Piano immediately began cheering for Piccolo.

"Since both contestants are on stage, let us begin!"

Upon hearing this, both men raised their hands into fighting stances.

"Ha!"

With a loud shout, the two figures moved like streaks of light, quickly rushing toward each other to launch their attacks.

"Whoosh..."

Bang, bang, bang!!

The two of them dodged and weaved while launching attacks at each other's bodies.

Bang!!

After trading blows for a while, Piccolo was sent flying by a kick, nearly tumbling off the tournament stage.

"Damn it!"

Piccolo let out an angry shout, his fists clenching tight.

He hadn't expected that before even crossing paths with Sun Wukong, he would already be at a disadvantage against Tien Shinhan.

"Is that really the extent of your strength?"

With an angry roar, Piccolo stripped off his outer cape and turban, tossing them onto the ground.

"Could it be..."

Hearing the heavy thud of the items hitting the floor, Tien Shinhan immediately realized that Piccolo had been wearing weighted gear while fighting him.

However, Tien Shinhan hadn't been using his full strength either; he had merely been toying with him.