Classic Reenactment, Piccolo's Crushing Defeat

"Yamcha, your opponent is no simpleton. You'd best go all out from the start." Before Yamcha took the stage, Sun Wukong warned him. While training at the Lookout, Kami had told him that King Piccolo had been reincarnated.

"Understood, I will." Yamcha walked onto the tournament stage with a grave expression.

"Yamcha! Yamcha!" Puar shouted loudly from the spectator stands.

"So noisy," Oolong grumbled, annoyed.

At this moment, Piccolo glanced at his opponent and said with disdain, "Another piece of trash..."

"This match will decide the final spot in the grand finals. Both contestants, are you ready? Please begin!" The announcer's voice echoed throughout the venue.

"Ha!" Yamcha gripped his right hand with his left, condensing an energy sphere in his right palm.

"Are you prepared? Spirit Ball!"

The energy sphere hurtled toward Piccolo at high speed.

"Child's play!" Piccolo leaped lightly into mid-air, dodging the attack. "Did you really think I couldn't dodge something like this?"

Whoosh!

Yamcha flicked his fingers, and the energy sphere curved, chasing after him.

"What?" Piccolo didn't have time to counterattack; he could only extend one hand and take the blow head-on.

Boom!

To everyone's surprise, Yamcha's strongest technique was easily blocked. Piccolo shook his hand, feeling only a slight numbness.

Just then, Yamcha's follow-up attack arrived, landing a punch squarely on his opponent's face.

However, the power seemed a bit lacking; Piccolo was only knocked back a few paces before stabilizing himself with the Flight Technique.

"Damn it, it doesn't seem to be doing much." Yamcha landed back on the tournament stage.

"You're even weaker than that little bald guy from before. Let's just end this." Piccolo flew back onto the stage as well.

Bang!

Yamcha didn't even see it coming; he only felt a heavy blow to his chest as he was sent flying.

The audience watched as Yamcha let out a miserable cry, soared through the air, and crashed outside the tournament stage.

There it was: the classic Yamcha face-down pose.

"Yamcha, Yamcha, are you okay?" Puar rushed over immediately to ask.

"Cough... not dead yet, Puar..." Yamcha struggled to climb to his feet.

"That pose is getting pretty familiar." Sun Wumian watched Yamcha, who had collapsed not far in front of him, and nearly burst out laughing.

"Out of bounds... Contestant Yamcha is defeated!" The announcer's voice rang out.

"With this, the grand final will be a duel between Contestant Sun Wukong and Contestant Piccolo. This showdown is sure to be unprecedented! We will take a ten-minute break, then begin immediately!"

"Hmph, I only defeated some trash, why bother with a break..." Piccolo said, displeased.

"The reincarnated King Piccolo can only manage to beat these weaklings; he doesn't even dare to come and trouble me, the one who actually finished him off." Sun Wumian suddenly spoke up.

At that moment, Piccolo, who had just been planning to leave the stage, turned green; his hearing was far superior to that of an ordinary person.

"Wumian? What did you just say?" Master Roshi was startled by these words.

"Impossible, we saw with our own eyes that he was eliminated by you, Wumian."

"Nothing is impossible for a Namekian. Before he died, he left behind an egg, from which the Demon Junior was born—that is Piccolo," Sun Wukong explained casually.

"Namekian? Is that some kind of alien?" Bulma asked.

"That's right. Kami and King Piccolo were two halves of the same person, and that person was originally a Namekian."

"I don't get it at all. Forget it, you guys handle this stuff yourselves. I'd rather look at the beautiful lady." Master Roshi cast a lecherous gaze toward Bulma.

Slap!

A loud, crisp sound echoed. Of all the people to provoke, this Master Roshi just had to mess with Bulma.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for waiting! Who will be the world's greatest fighter: Contestant Sun Wukong or Contestant Piccolo? Will both contestants please take the stage!"

Clamor, clamor... The entire venue was buzzing with excitement.

The two walked slowly onto the tournament stage.

"Defeated loser, are you prepared?"

"Defeated loser? It doesn't matter. This time, I will definitely beat you," Sun Wukong said calmly.

"Hmph!"

"Ha!"

Piccolo extended his arm directly, reaching for his opponent.

Sun Wukong started the match as he always did, without using his full strength; he grabbed Piccolo's arm and swung him into the air.

He then gave chase, but to his surprise, Piccolo seized the opportunity to fire a ki blast, knocking him off the tournament stage.

What followed was a barrage of continuous ki blasts.

Boom!

A massive cloud of dust exploded into the air, and Sun Wukong collapsed into a Yamcha-style pose.

"Do... down! Starting the count, one... two..."

"Wukong..." Chi-Chi, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but cry out in worry.

"Shut up, the count is useless. Sun Wukong, stop pretending. You couldn't possibly be hurt by such a weak attack." Piccolo crossed his arms, glared at the announcer, and then looked at the prone Sun Wukong on the stage.

"Ugh... you saw right through me." Sun Wukong stood up. "Ah, my clothes are ruined."

At this moment, Sun Wukong's clothes were shredded; the real duel was about to begin, for a Sun Wukong who hadn't shredded his gi wasn't using his full power.

"Hmph, were you trying to test me by holding back your true ability?"

"Likewise. Your skills aren't bad either. I'm starting to get excited, but you won't be able to beat me." Sun Wukong tore off his tattered shirt and said with a grin.

"Nonsense. Watch how I finish you off."

Atatatatata...

Meanwhile, Sun Wumian on the sidelines had already gauged Sun Wukong's current peak combat power.

"Hmm, his combat power has exceeded 600, nearly double Piccolo's 364. But this growth rate is slower than expected. At this rate, when will he ever transform into a Super Saiyan so I can complete my check-in?"

Under normal circumstances, having a combat power 30% higher than your opponent is enough to secure a one-hit kill. For instance, Future Trunks, with his combat power of 160 million, could instantly annihilate Mecha Frieza and King Cold before they could even unleash their full strength, as their combat powers at the time of death were only 85 million and 99 million, respectively.

The battle between Sun Wukong and Piccolo dragged on for quite a while before it finally ended. The result was beyond doubt: Piccolo suffered a crushing defeat, knocked out of bounds by Sun Wukong.

"Contestant Sun wins! The champion of the World Martial Arts Tournament is Contestant Sun Wukong!"

With such a massive gap in combat power, if he couldn't easily defeat his opponent, he might as well quit being a martial artist.

At long last, having been the runner-up for two consecutive tournaments, Sun Wukong finally achieved his wish and took home the championship.