The air in the arena seemed to have frozen, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the center of the arena.
Piccolo slowly walked towards Son Goku, then he stopped and said coldly, "Next, be prepared to accept death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he tore off the hat on his head and the Cloak on his body and threw them aside. The heavy clothes hit the ring, creating a big crater and causing gravel to scatter everywhere.
Everyone in the audience exclaimed, not expecting that this seemingly ordinary piece of clothing could be so heavy.
Son Goku stood opposite, raising his eyebrows slightly, thinking to himself, "It seems that he also practices like this."
He calmly took off his shoes and wrist guards and threw them on the ground. The shoes and wrist guards also made a heavy sound, causing the ring to tremble slightly.
When Piccolo saw this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I didn't expect you to be the same as me, but this does not change the fact that you will be defeated."
Before Piccolo finished speaking, he suddenly rushed towards Son Goku, hitting his face directly with his fist with a roaring sound. Son Goku's eyes flashed, and he ducked sideways lightly, his fist grazing his cheek.
Son Goku quickly counterattacked and punched Piccolo hard in the stomach. Piccolo felt his stomach churning, and acid water surged into his throat, and he couldn't help but spit it out. Son Goku then jumped up, kicked Piccolo away with a sweep of his legs, and slammed into the wall, making a huge roar.
Krillin and others in the audience were dumbfounded and looked at this scene in shock, "So... so strong!"
Krillin couldn't help but exclaimed, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Wumu stared closely at the ring, thinking to himself, "Son Goku shouldn't win so narrowly this time, after all, Power Level surpasses Piccolo by more than three hundred."
Piccolo pushed away the gravel on his body, stood up with difficulty, wiped the acid water from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were full of disbelief, "Impossible!"
He growled, and suddenly stretched out his arms, grabbing at Son Goku like a flexible snake. Son Goku, expressionless, quickly grabbed Piccolo's arm, pulled him sharply, pulled him in front of him, and kicked him in the chest.
Piccolo felt a sharp pain in his chest, his vision went dark, and he almost fainted. Son Goku didn't give him any chance to breathe. His fists swung out quickly like raindrops, hitting Piccolo's body hard.
"Ahhhh!" Piccolo screamed repeatedly, his body was beaten and he retreated repeatedly, and finally fell heavily to the ground, causing a burst of dust to splash on the ring.
Son Goku walked forward, his face still expressionless. However, just as he was about to approach Piccolo, Piccolo suddenly raised his head and fired an energy cannon from his mouth at Son Goku.
Son Goku took the blow firmly, and a burst of smoke filled the air.
Piccolo stood up and laughed strangely, "Jie Jie Jie..."
He slowly rose into the air, exuding a suffocating and powerful aura, as if the air was trembling under his pressure. Demon King Piccolo looked down at the ground, his eyes full of arrogance and confidence.
"Suffer death! Son Goku. I, King Piccolo, am destined to rule the world!" His voice echoed throughout the arena like thunder, shocking everyone's heart.
When the audience heard this sentence, they were immediately frightened and fled one after another, shouting "King Piccolo!"
For a moment, the scene became chaotic, and only Krillin and their dedicated host remained on the scene.
Malo looked at Wumu nervously, his voice trembling. "Wumu, should we go? This is King Piccolo! You have never seen him, so you don't know how scary he is!"
"Yes, brother Wumu," Xiao Jie also echoed beside him, his face full of worry and fear, "Let's leave quickly!"
At this time, he also knew that the one who defeated him was King Piccolo, and he was lucky to survive.
But Wumu smiled slightly, patted Malo's shoulder gently, and said in a calm tone, "It's okay, Uncle Malo, just leave it to Son Goku."
Everyone at Master Roshi was also in a panic. Bulma and Oolong were walking back and forth holding their heads behind Master Roshi. Bulma was so anxious that he was about to cry, "What to do! What to do! Wasn't King Piccolo already killed? How could he appear again?"
Master Roshi ignored their panic, stared at the smoke in the ring, and murmured to himself, "Goku, you must win! It's up to you."
Piccolo in the air accumulated energy, then pushed hard with both hands, and a powerful air wave blasted towards the ring.
There was a loud bang, a mushroom cloud slowly rose, and the strong air flow blew the host away, Krillin and they were also pushed away by the shock wave.
Wumu waved his hand quickly, and the silver-white arrogance instantly enveloped everyone around him.
The scene was filled with dust and sand, and all the buildings disappeared in an instant. After the smoke and dust dissipated, there was only desolation left in the place, and the arena turned into a bottomless hole.
In the audience, Bulma and others were unscathed. Master Roshi was surprised to find that he was not hurt at all. He looked down at the silver-white light film on his body, and then turned to look at Wumu standing behind him, his eyes full of doubts and surprise.
Wumu smiled at them and nodded to reassure them. The doubts in Master Roshi's heart subsided slightly, but he still could not completely let go.
"Hahahahaha..." Piccolo threw his head back and laughed, and the laughter echoed in the air.
However, when he caught a glimpse of Wumu's silver-white pupils, his laughter stopped abruptly. There was an elusive power in those eyes, which made Piccolo feel an inexplicable fear in his heart.
He secretly wondered, "Who is that person?"
At the same time, in the deep cave, Son Goku slowly rose into the air. The martial arts uniform on his body had been shattered in the explosion just now, but his body was unscathed.
He faced off against Piccolo in the air, staring at him expressionlessly.
Piccolo opened his eyes wide and shouted in disbelief, "Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could nothing happen to you!"
Son Goku responded calmly, "Piccolo, the matter between us should be over."
He assumed a fighting stance, put his hands on his waist and began to accumulate strength, shouting.
Turtle!
Pie!
Angry!
Work!
"Coming!" Son Goku suddenly pushed with both hands, and a wave of air quickly flew towards Piccolo with a long tail.
Wherever the air wave passes, the air seems to be torn apart, making a harsh whistling sound.
Piccolo gritted his teeth, eyes flashing with angry flames, "I must deal with you this time!"
Ah!
The veins on his head popped out, his eyes almost popped out, and his whole body exuded a transparent white arrogance.
"Masenko!" Piccolo put his hands on his forehead and condensed an orange wave of energy, which violently collided with Son Goku's Kamehameha in the air.
Two powerful energies intertwined in mid-air, stirring up a gust of wind. The surrounding dust and gravel were swept into the air, forming a huge vortex.
Master Roshi and Bulma watched all this nervously in the audience, their hearts beating faster and they almost forgot to breathe.
Wumu still kept smiling, but there was a light of trust in his eyes.