Just as everyone wondered whether Piccolo had gone mad, his severed right arm swelled, then rapidly split apart. Before long, a brand-new arm had grown out to replace the original one.
Terrifying!
Regrowing severed limbs?
What kind of freakish ability was that?
Even Uchiha Hikaru was startled. Only then did he realize that, unless Piccolo was reduced to dust or had his heart ripped out, he was practically immortal.
The only drawback was that regenerating severed limbs consumed an enormous amount of stamina. He himself could not withstand the backlash of regenerating limbs too many times.
Sure enough, Piccolo wiped the sweat from his forehead, then quickly returned to the expression he had worn when he first entered the ring. Looking disdainfully at Son Goku, he said, "See that? That's the ability I gained after losing that one. From now on, I won't be distracted. Let's see whether you, Son Goku, will be beaten to death by me."
As Piccolo said this, Uchiha Hikaru was already covering his eyes and laughing, because he knew that Piccolo would lose this World Martial Arts Tournament—and lose miserably, utterly convinced of his defeat. He would even flee to some remote corner of Earth, seal himself away, and train in seclusion until Raditz appeared.
If that was really the case, then his King God Bloodline would have no chance of evolving again today.
At this point, Uchiha Hikaru had nothing more to say. It seemed that, if he wanted to increase his strength by picking fights, he still could not place such matters above justice.
After all, someone would naturally stand up against it. He could not possibly force things while risking a violation of the world's rules, or he would not even know how he died.
But aside from that, as long as