As Piccolo roared, veins bulged across his forehead, and every muscle in his body tensed in an instant, until veins nearly as thick as steel bars stood out all over him.
"Hah!" With a thunderous shout like an explosive exhalation, Piccolo vanished from everyone's sight.
The next instant, he appeared before Son Goku. With a high kick, he struck Son Goku directly under the chin and sent him flying into the sky.
Without pausing in the slightest, Piccolo stomped the ground with his right foot and shot forward like a cannonball.
At high speed, he caught up with the head-down, ascending Son Goku. Raising both arms and clasping his hands into a fist, he brought down a heavy blow on Son Goku's back, smashing him in a spread-eagle shape toward the arena.
Boom!
The marble arena shattered instantly. Because the material itself was exceptionally hard, the broken rocks shot outward like bullets, forcing Old Pervert Turtle and the others to raise energy barriers to defend themselves.
Everyone in front of their televisions was instantly dumbfounded, especially the host dangling from the helicopter in the sky.
"An-another one shattered! Even the alloy marble temporarily supplied by the organizers has shattered! What kind of joke is this? That marble was technologically reinforced—its hardness was said to be nearly comparable to diamonds! Yet it was smashed apart by sheer force! Could the glory of Son Goku, the reigning champion, be completely extinguished today?"
Nearly as hard as diamonds? Pfft...
The stunned crowd became utterly shaken. Some nearly forgot themselves, while others spat out whatever they were drinking. They believed the organizers would not joke about something like this or fabricate a spectacle. There had to be something extraordinary going on inside.
If that was the case, just how powerful was Piccolo's attack?
And