A fierce wind swept up coarse sand, scouring across the crimson wasteland like blades.
Rumble—!!!
A violent Masenko tore through heaven and earth, forcibly severing a sprawling rocky mountain range down the middle and blasting it into dust that filled the sky.
Within the billowing smoke and dust.
A green figure draped in a white gravity cape and wearing a heavy turban slammed one knee into the ground. His chest heaved violently, sweat dripping from his chin onto the cracked earth.
A full two and a half years had passed since that private lesson that had utterly humiliated him.
Piccolo clenched his teeth so hard that veins bulged across his forehead.
"Not enough... Still too weak!"
He drove a heavy fist into a massive boulder beside him, shattering the hard rock into pieces. Having witnessed the masked man Afei's methods and heard him speak of that vast, boundless universe, Piccolo's pride as a warrior was being repeatedly seared over flames.
He desperately pushed his body beyond its limits. The old ambition of ruling the world had long been cast aside; now, only one thought remained: grow stronger, then grind that masked bastard beneath his feet!
"With ordinary training like this, even a hundred years wouldn't be enough to reach the edge of his power!"
Piccolo suddenly lifted his head, and that nightmare from half a year ago surfaced uncontrollably in his mind.
The man in a black robe patterned with red clouds, and the humiliation of being beaten like a punching bag.
The man's words echoed in his ears like a curse.
"True evolution is not about making your body bigger, but compressing inward."
"You created the Dragon Balls, yet you only know how to use them to satisfy petty desires."
"Go up to the sky and see that old