Son Goku hovered in mid-air.
He clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles cracked like popping beans.
Close your eyes.
That violent and unparalleled energy surged through my body, causing my muscles to ache slightly.
This was a feeling of expansion I had never experienced before.
Power overflowed.
Son Goku suddenly opened his eyes, and golden lightning danced wildly deep within his pupils.
I raised my finger and ran it down my forehead, touching the high, bald brow bone.
He grinned, revealing an extremely fanatical smile.
Smiling.
"I never expected... it would succeed so easily."
He clenched his fist and threw a punch forcefully into the air.
The explosion was deafening.
"A further leap beyond Super Saiyan 2..."
Son Goku looked down at his hands, which were enveloped in golden flames.
"Then let's call it... Super Saiyan 3."
Below.
Piccolo, hovering in mid-air, heard this monologue clearly.
He frowned slightly.
" Super Saiyan 3?"
He kept repeating the name in his mouth.
Then, Piccolo raised his head, his eyes becoming extremely sharp.
"You truly are worthy of your title, Sun!"
Piccolo shouted, his voice cutting through the raging wind.
"Now that you've revealed this trump card, I can't hold back any longer!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
Piccolo suddenly stretched his arms outwards and let out a deep roar.
"Drink up--!"
The energy within his body began to surge wildly.
The orange glow covering the body's surface suddenly deepened in color.
The once smooth muscle lines have now become angular and bulging.
An extremely heavy and domineering pressure exploded outwards from Piccolo's center.
One gold and one orange.
Two completely different terrifying auras clashed in mid-air, forcibly splitting the sky of King Kai's Planet in two.
Son Goku nodded repeatedly as he watched Piccolo's aura surge once again.
The flames of war in their eyes had reached their peak.
"That's really impressive, Piccolo!"
Son Goku exclaimed in praise, then changed the subject.
"But you're not planning to use the Kaioken?"
"I saw it before, you learned that move."
As soon as the question was asked, Tien Shinhan, Amond, and the others below, who had been listening intently, all showed expressions of curiosity.
Piccolo shook his head dismissively.
His complexion was flat.
"It's useless."
Piccolo provided an explanation.
"Just like you can't keep stacking Kaioken after you've become Super Saiyan."
"I feel the same way."
Piccolo clenched his fist, feeling the abundant orange power within him.
"This state of deep awakening already pushes the body's potential to an extremely high level."
"It will instinctively resist the excessive strain brought about by the Kaioken."
"Forcing it will only cause your body to collapse instantly."
Son Goku suddenly realized.
He nodded vigorously.
"I see."
The two looked at each other from a distance.
They exchanged a smile.
That unspoken understanding between martial artists, and the mutual respect between old friends, vanished completely the moment the laughter subsided.
The two disappeared simultaneously from the spot.
Only two blurry afterimages remained.
"Bang--!!!"
Two streaks of light, one gold and one orange, collided violently in mid-air!
An extremely terrifying circular shockwave swept outwards from the center of the collision between the two.
The surrounding clouds were instantly cleared.
The extremely dense little planet, King Kai's Planet, is groaning in despair as it struggles to cope with the immense pressure.
Large sections of turf were torn away, revealing the hard, dark red rocks beneath.
King Kai was so distressed that he kept slapping his thigh, and his sunglasses were tilted to the bridge of his nose.
High in the sky.
When Son Goku transformed into Super Saiyan 3, he completely caught up with Piccolo in terms of pure strength and speed.
Their confrontation skipped the initial probing phase entirely.
The battle has now entered a fierce, white-hot frenzy, a contest of pure combat skills!
Afterimages intertwined in the void.
The dull thuds of flesh colliding blended together.
Piccolo flashed and appeared beside Son Goku.
A sweeping kick with a tricky angle was aimed straight at Son Goku.
Son Goku didn't even turn his head.
Based solely on his combat experience and understanding of Piccolo, he suddenly lowered his head.
A strong wind swept across his long golden hair.
In the instant he lowered his head, Son Goku smoothly lowered his shoulders and exerted force from his waist.
A powerful uppercut slammed down from below!
Piccolo reacted extremely quickly, swiftly retracting his long legs and crossing his arms in front of his chest to block.
Thump!
The fist slammed into the crossed arms, producing a deafening thud.
Piccolo was jolted upwards by the brute force.
Their first attack failed, and the two quickly created distance between themselves.
Another collision!
Taking advantage of the moment he retreated, Piccolo swung his hands rapidly.
Dozens of bright yellow energy blasts rained down on Son Goku.
Son Goku didn't dodge at all.
He charged straight at the raging golden flames, heading straight for the energy blast.
"Boom boom boom boom boom!"
A series of explosions erupted in mid-air.
Son Goku used his body to withstand the impact of the explosion.
He burst through the thick smoke and dust, suddenly appearing in front of Piccolo.
He extended his right leg and lashed it towards Piccolo's neck.
A cold glint flashed in Piccolo's eyes.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, suddenly thrusting out his left hand.
The five fingers, like iron clamps, firmly locked onto Son Goku's kicking ankle.
With one leg restrained, Son Goku immediately used the momentum to twist his body in mid-air and kicked Piccolo in the chest with his other leg.
Piccolo dodged to the side, simultaneously swinging his right fist at Son Goku's knee.
The two engaged in an extremely fierce close-quarters combat in mid-air.
Below.
Amond and Daiz looked up, cold sweat streaming down their foreheads.
He kept swallowing saliva.
They stared intently at the two terrifying clouds of energy in the sky, appearing and disappearing intermittently, each collision creating visible ripples in the space.
The two exchanged a glance.
They both saw the horror in each other's eyes.
The gap is getting bigger and bigger...
In the crowd.
Only Vegeta gritted his teeth.
He stared intently at the figure with long, flowing golden hair.
Kakarot, that bastard!
What Super Saiyan 3?!
During the fight with him, he actually held back the whole time!
What's this?
What does this guy think he is?
Do you look down on people?
In the sky.
The fierce battle is in full swing.
Son Goku forced Piccolo back with a single punch.
He quickly brought his hands together at his waist.
A blinding blue light shone between his palms.
"Kamehameha..."
Just as he was about to unleash this destructive energy...
A sudden change occurred.
The incomparably violent energy within Son Goku's body.
A sudden, almost imperceptible pause occurred.
He began to breathe heavily.
The frequency of the golden lightning flashing around him decreased significantly.
The movement became fatally slow.
The blue light in his hand dimmed as well.
Piccolo is incredibly shrewd.
This half-second lapse was magnified infinitely in the eyes of top martial artists.
He instantly sensed the rapidly depleting energy within Son Goku's body.
A glint of light flashed in his eyes.
His figure instantly closed in on the attack.
A barrage of knee strikes.
It poured itself into Son Goku's belly without reservation.
Each strike produced a dull thud.
Son Goku groaned repeatedly.
The golden flames surrounding his body flickered violently under the continuous heavy blows.
It finally shattered completely.
Piccolo released his hands.
He swept a kick across Son Goku's side in mid-air.
He was slammed hard into the ground from a great height.
"BOOM--!!!"
Son Goku's body crashed into the ground of King Kai's Planet.
It triggered a small tremor.
Gravel mixed with soil shot into the sky.
Smoke and dust filled the air.
In mid-air.
The orange glow on Piccolo's body dimmed slightly.
However, overall the changes are not significant.
A gentle breeze blew by.
The smoke and dust above the pit were blown away.
Son Goku lay sprawled at the bottom of the pit.
Her waist-length golden hair had reverted to its original black, crab-like shape.
The prominent brow bone has returned to its original state.
He completely deactivated his Super Saiyan 3 form.
Things have returned to normal.
My chest heaved violently.
He was panting heavily, drenched in sweat.
The martial arts uniform was covered in mud and blood.
He looked somewhat disheveled.
Son Goku struggled to raise one hand.
I rubbed my nose, which was still bleeding.
He winced in pain.
He watched as Piccolo slowly descended from the sky.
He shook his head with a wry smile.
"No, no, I can't take it anymore!"
Son Goku shouted loudly.
His tone was full of helplessness.
"I lost to Piccolo."
The orange form on its body was removed.
It reverted to its original green skin.
He walked to the edge of the pit.
"It seems your Super Saiyan 3 still needs some improvement..."
Upon hearing this, Son Goku scratched his head. "Ah! That's true!"
As he spoke, he pulled a Senzu Bean from his pocket.
Throw it into your mouth, chew it, and swallow it.
His physical strength instantly returned to its peak.
The wounds on his body have completely healed.
He stretched his shoulders and let out a long sigh of relief.
"He's alive!"
Son Goku turned to look at Vegeta in the distance.
He shouted loudly.
Hey! Vegeta!
"Would you like to give it a try?"
Upon hearing this, Vegeta's face darkened, and he walked away without looking back...