Dark clouds pressed down over Papaya Island, while the sea wind swept sand and gravel across the ground, lending the once-noisy venue an air of grim tension.
Raditz stood at the edge of the arena, forcefully twisting his thick, stiff neck until his joints cracked. He remembered the pre-match warning and tightly restrained the vast energy within him, afraid that exerting himself too much would accidentally injure the surrounding spectators.
Lowering his center of gravity, he shattered the stone slabs beneath his feet. The long-haired Saiyan shot forward like a cheetah, his iron fist tearing through the air as it flew straight at his opponent's face.
Piccolo did not even raise an eyelid. Without so much as looking at the charging Raditz, he casually swept his left arm outward as though swatting away a fly.
Bang!
Pure physical force struck through the air and formed a wall of pressure. Raditz felt as if he had slammed headfirst into an iron mountain moving at high speed, the brutal hidden force coursing through his bones and into his organs.
His eyes bulged as his entire body flew backward out of control. His feet scraped frantically across the bluestone floor, forcibly plowing two deep trenches until his heels hung over the white boundary line. Only then did he barely manage to stop himself.
The taste of blood rose in his throat. Raditz clutched his numbed right arm and stared fixedly at the green-skinned Demon King standing opposite him with his arms folded across his chest, horror filling his heart. One casual wave had nearly knocked him out of the ring. This monster was absurdly strong.
"Get out on your own," Piccolo said coldly, his gaze passing over Raditz toward the passageway. "Or I'll beat you until you can't stand."
"Kakarot! Don't blame me