The collision continued, vibrations unabated, and the ground between them had cracked into a deep ravine like the abyss of hell.
CRACK—
With a loud snap, the troll couldn't hold on and was knocked to the ground by the impact force.
The troll lay on his back with eyes closed—no one could see his expression. Only he knew about the warmth around his mouth, the metallic taste in his throat, and how his chest throbbed violently.
His massive body had collapsed nearly half the arena floor. Facing the sky and exhaling white vapor, his dark skin flowed with blood like a crimson river streaming down a mountainside.
"After that thrilling clash, the troll is down! Let's count down to see if he can get back up!" The host rang a piercing bell and raised his arms, shouting.
The crowd, recovering from shock, re-entered their excitement as men and women screamed frantically.
"Troll! Troll!"
"Raditz! Raditz!" More and more people were supporting Raditz, already celebrating victory.
Supporters on both sides shouted themselves hoarse, but those who'd bet on Raditz were especially ecstatic. They were blown away by his performance.
"Ten! Nine! Eight..."
People counted down in unison, clenching fists, clapping hands, and banging on railings. Some had tears in their eyes.
The giant waved his hands, struggling and grasping, but couldn't straighten up anymore. After his huge body fell, he had no strength left to stand, only managing a long moan: "Death... death..."
Raditz casually put his hand back in his pocket and said to the host, "Next."
The stands erupted in shock!
"Six consecutive victories! And he defeated the troll! Everyone's getting quite a show today!" The host held up a finger.
"This is the closest anyone's come to victory!"
"Are there any challengers? Anyone from inside the arena, anyone from outside!"
People figured Raditz must have exhausted considerable stamina after six matches—this was a good opportunity to beat him. What's more, these fighters couldn't let Raditz win ten straight—they wanted to win too!
"Truly wonderful, Raditz!" Piccolo, wearing a white cloak, watched coldly from the glass compartment on the top floor.
"Your Excellency, Great Demon King, you know him?"
"Yes, he's an old acquaintance of mine." Piccolo smiled with narrowed eyes.
"Then he..." His subordinate was stunned in amazement, eyes turning toward the arena.
"An old friend has arrived! Of course we must treat him well!" Piccolo smiled cruelly. "Let him have the next two rounds, then call that guy for the ninth match!"
"Yes, arranging immediately." The subordinate understood Piccolo's meaning but couldn't help trembling when mentioning "that guy."
The seventh challenger arranged by the fighting arena was the Great Swordsman of the Southern Galaxy.
He said nothing after entering the arena, simply raised his sword and charged, slashing directly.
Though his blade wasn't a legendary weapon, it still wielded tremendous power in the great swordsman's hands. Sword energy struck repeatedly, covering Raditz like a net.
These arena fighters had drive and ruthlessness, but lacked the calm dignity that came from true martial arts training. Dealing with them couldn't improve his skills, and Raditz gradually lost patience.
Raditz didn't dodge or evade. He didn't even raise an eyebrow facing the flashing blade light, his eyes bright and focused.
"Haha, I'm going to win!"
Seeing the dawn of victory, the great swordsman couldn't help but rejoice. His sword net rushed straight forward, surging like a fountain with unstoppable power.
Facing the fierce sword force, Raditz wouldn't dodge and didn't want to dodge—instead he advanced!
BOOM!
The sword energy dissipated as Raditz caught the long blade between two fingers and snapped it.
At the same time, Raditz grabbed the broken half with one hand and stabbed it into the great swordsman's shoulder while pressing his other hand against the man's throat.
"You lose!"
"I sur... surrender!" The great swordsman choked out the words, giving up his weapon in defeat.
The audience yelled Raditz's name in amazement.
Zangya raised her hand and shouted to cheer for Raditz. Her long orange hair caught many people's attention.
The host was so surprised he forgot his lines, staring blankly until Raditz walked beside him and reminded, "Your turn to speak. No countdown needed."
"Huh... what?" The host looked at Raditz standing tall and confident—as if he hadn't been drained at all after seven battles—and felt it was incredible.
"Raditz wins his seventh consecutive match! Please rest a moment while we invite our next challenger!" The host was also shocked. After all these battles, Raditz seemed completely calm and composed, showing no signs of fatigue.
Another commotion erupted.
Seeing he was about to win ten straight, everyone grew anxious.
On the high platform, in the transparent compartment, an alien frowned: "This guy doesn't seem to have used his full strength yet?"
"His power is much greater than before—beyond imagination." Piccolo's smile grew somewhat sinister. "He's really opened my eyes. Almost time to give him a surprise."
The alien said, "Your Excellency, Great Demon King, he's ready."
"Go." Piccolo snapped his fingers. "Actually, wait a bit longer. When it's his turn to fight, don't make any mistakes."
Piccolo gave orders to his subordinates as if commanding troops, then sat on the couch wide enough for four people, closed his eyes, and meditated.
The alien nodded and walked out.
On the arena floor, Raditz had won eight consecutive victories.
"Alright, who's our next challenger? Will they be the one to defeat our Mr. Raditz? Let's wait and see!" The host rallied everyone with full enthusiasm.
For a while, no one dared step forward. Just moments ago they'd wanted to take advantage of Raditz's repeated battles, but now they were scared. Winning eight matches in a row without breaking a sweat was incredible! It made people afraid to show themselves.
Many championship candidates stood outside the arena's iron bars, but they looked at each other and shook their heads.
To them, Raditz was simply an invincible character.
"Any challengers? Any next challenger?" The host teleported around in a circle, but still no one responded. Everyone was anticipating the next match, but no one wanted to be the next opponent.
"Is there no one left? In that case, the fighting arena will send out a hidden ace—a Saiyan warrior from the Southern Galaxy!"
The host immediately shouted loudly after receiving the message.
"A Saiyan!" The audience yelled in amazement.
"A Saiyan!" Zangya and Raditz were also suddenly taken aback.
There were Saiyans in the Southern Galaxy?
Raditz looked over immediately and was suddenly shocked, sensing an incredibly strong aura!
The thick black iron fence was grabbed by one hand, ripped open, and thrown onto the field. The fragmented iron pieces clattered as they hit, raising a cloud of smoke and dust.
Raditz watched the Saiyan emerge from the darkness. Every step he took made people tremble, and the powerful aura radiating from him made everyone flinch.
This guy had a calm yet sharp presence about him.
A terrifying light pierced from his eyes, aimed directly at Raditz.
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