Shock lingered briefly on Piccolo's face before overwhelming shame and fury swallowed him whole.
Learning that his nemesis had worn a mask and repeatedly toyed with him in the mud like he was some fool, the proud Demon King's reason snapped with a crash. Only one word remained in his bloodshot mind: kill.
"Son Goku, die!"
His roar tore through the clouds. Piccolo's originally green skin rapidly peeled away, giving off a blinding orange glow. The muscles all over his body swelled and rose, while the crisp cracks of stretching bones rang out in rapid succession. In the span of a breath, an orange giant resembling an ancient demon god descended upon the world.
The humiliation that had built up over two years transformed into a violent cyclone. The air within a thousand meters was forcibly blown away, and the sea churned violently. The reefs along the island's edge could not withstand the pressure and exploded one after another.
The spectators in the stands were blown about by the fierce wind, their terrified screams rising and falling. In the VIP seats, Krillin crashed down onto one knee, nearly suffocating as he and Yamcha desperately clung to the metal railing.
The giant crushed the air beneath his feet. Before the sonic boom clouds underfoot had dispersed, his body had already crossed a hundred meters, charging fearlessly toward that blue-gold radiance. His iron fist, as thick as a water barrel, carried overwhelming force as it smashed wildly toward his opponent's face.
Faced with such a savage assault, Son Goku advanced instead of retreating, the aura blazing around him surging fiercely higher.
"Piccolo, don't let your anger cloud your head!"
The Saiyan slid sideways, using Instant Transmission to directly enter Piccolo's blind spot. He drove his knee up with explosive force. The impact