"Yamcha, your opponent is no ordinary fighter. You'd better give it everything you've got from the start." Before Yamcha stepped into the ring, Goku warned him. During his training at the Lookout, Kami had told him that King Piccolo had been reincarnated.
"Got it. I will." Yamcha walked onto the platform with a grave expression.
"Yamcha! Yamcha!" Puar shouted from the spectator stands.
"You're so annoying," Oolong grumbled.
Piccolo glanced at his opponent and sneered. "Another piece of trash..."
"This match will decide the final spot in the tournament! Both contestants, are you ready? Begin!" The announcer's voice rang throughout the arena.
"Ha!" Yamcha clasped his right hand with his left, gathering an energy ball in his palm.
"Ready to face your end? Spirit Ball!"
The energy ball shot toward Piccolo.
"Pathetic trick!" Piccolo leaped lightly into the air and dodged it. "You think something like that could hit me?"
Whoosh!
Yamcha moved two fingers, and the energy ball curved around and chased after Piccolo.
"What?" Piccolo had no time to counter, so he thrust out one hand and blocked the attack.
Boom!
To his surprise, Yamcha's strongest technique was easily stopped. Piccolo shook his hand. It was only a little numb.
Just then, Yamcha's follow-up attack arrived, and his fist struck Piccolo squarely in the face.
But it seemed Yamcha lacked strength. Piccolo was only knocked back a few steps before using the Flight Technique to steady himself.
"Damn it. That didn't seem to do much." Yamcha landed back on the platform.
"You're even weaker than that little bald guy earlier. I'll finish you off now." Piccolo flew back onto the platform.
Thud!
Yamcha hadn't even seen what happened. He only felt a heavy blow to his chest before he was sent flying.
The audience saw Yamcha cry out as he flew through the air and landed outside the ring.
There it was: the classic Yamcha-down pose.
"Yamcha! Yamcha, are you all right?" Puar rushed over to him at once.
"Cough... I'm not dead yet, Puar..." Yamcha struggled to his feet.
"That pose looks familiar." Sun Wumian looked at Yamcha, who had landed not far in front of him, and almost burst out laughing.
"Out of bounds... Yamcha has lost!" the announcer declared.
"And so, the final will be a showdown between Goku and Piccolo! This battle promises to be unlike any other. We'll take a ten-minute break and then begin!"
"Hmph. Why rest after beating a few pieces of trash?" Piccolo said irritably.
"Reincarnated King Piccolo can only beat weaklings. He doesn't even dare come after the real deal." Sun Wumian suddenly made the remark.
Piccolo had just been about to leave the platform, but his face turned green when he heard that. His hearing was far sharper than an ordinary person's.
"Wumian? What did you just say?" Master Roshi asked in shock.
"That can't be. We saw you destroy him with our own eyes, Wumian."
"There's nothing impossible about Namekians. Before he died, he left behind an egg, and Demon Junior hatched from it. That's Piccolo," Goku explained casually.
"Namekians? Some kind of aliens?" Bulma asked.
"That's right. Kami and King Piccolo were split off from the same person, who was originally a Namekian."
"I don't understand any of this. Whatever, you can handle it yourselves. I'll just look at the pretty girls." Master Roshi leered at Bulma.
Smack!
A loud slap rang out. Of all people, Master Roshi had to go and provoke Bulma.
"Ladies and gentlemen, sorry to keep you waiting! Who will be the world's greatest fighter: Goku or Piccolo? Let's welcome them to the ring!"
The entire arena roared with excitement.
The two fighters slowly stepped onto the platform.
"Have you accepted your defeat?"
"Defeated? Whatever. This time, I'm going to beat you," Goku replied calmly.
"Ha!"
"Hyah!"
Piccolo immediately stretched out his arm and grabbed for his opponent.
Goku once again held back at the start. He caught Piccolo's arm and flung him into the air.
Then he chased after him, only to be caught off guard by Piccolo, who blasted him down onto the platform with an energy wave.
Piccolo followed up with a barrage of energy waves.
Boom!
A huge cloud of dust erupted, and Goku ended up in the classic tea-god pose.
"D-down! The count begins. One... two..."
"Goku..." Chi-Chi called out anxiously from the sidelines.
"Be quiet. The count won't help you, Goku. Don't pretend. There's no way an attack like that could hurt you." Piccolo crossed his arms, glared at the announcer, then looked at Goku lying on the platform.
"Ugh... You saw through me." Goku stood up. "Ah, my clothes are torn."
Goku's clothes had been blown to pieces. The real fight was about to begin. If Goku's clothes weren't torn, he hadn't been using his full strength.
"Hmph. You were holding back to test me?"
"Likewise. You're pretty good yourself. I'm getting excited. But you can't beat me." Sun Wukong tore off his tattered shirt and smiled.
"Keep talking. I'll show you!"
"Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!"
Sun Wumian, watching from the sidelines, now knew Goku's current maximum battle power.
"Hmm, over 600—nearly twice Piccolo's battle power of 364. Still, he's growing more slowly than I expected. At this rate, when will he ever transform into a Super Saiyan and let me check in?"
Under normal circumstances, having a battle power 30% greater than an opponent's was enough to defeat them instantly. Future Trunks, for example, had a battle power of 160 million and could instantly kill Mecha Frieza and King Cold before they had a chance to use their full strength. Their battle powers at the time of their deaths were only 85 million and 99 million.
Goku and Piccolo's battle, on the other hand, went on for quite a while before it ended. The result was clear: Piccolo suffered a crushing defeat, knocked out of the ring by Goku.
"Goku wins! The champion of the World Martial Arts Tournament is Goku!"
With such a large gap in battle power, if you still couldn't beat your opponent easily, you might as well give up being a martial artist.
At long last, after finishing as runner-up in two consecutive tournaments, Goku had finally won the championship.
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