At some unknown moment, dark clouds rolled in and swallowed the sunlight.
The once-bright sky turned heavy and gray.
A cold sea breeze swept across the Martial Arts Temple, making the colorful flags snap sharply in the wind.
The atmosphere shifted.
The crowd felt it instinctively.
The cheers faded. A strange chill settled over the arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen! The final Quarter-Final match begins now!"
The announcer's voice rang out, but this time, it carried a faint tremor.
"On one side — the mysterious bald powerhouse who defeated Yamcha with a single finger… Krillin!"
"And on the other side… the contestant with the unusual name… Ma Junior!"
Krillin stepped onto the ring casually, hands in his pockets.
He wore the orange Kame School dress, his bald head faintly reflecting the dimmed daylight.
Relaxed. Calm.
As if he were taking a stroll.
Across from him, the tall cloaked figure advanced slowly.
With every step, the temperature seemed to drop.
An invisible pressure spread outward, heavy and suffocating.
It felt like standing before an ancient predator.
[Ding! System mission issued.]
[Objective: Defeat Piccolo.]
[Restriction: Must not kill opponent. If Piccolo dies, Kami dies. Dragon Balls permanently inactive. Plot collapse.]
[Reward: Namekian Regenerative Physique (Elementary).]
Krillin clicked his tongue internally.
Win.
But don't kill.
And make him accept defeat.
"That's harder than just killing him."
The cloaked figure stopped five meters away.
Sharp eyes glinted beneath the turban.
"Heh heh heh…"
Piccolo's low laughter scraped like rusted metal.
"Krillin. I remember you. A few years ago, you were nothing but a brat hiding behind Goku. Tambourine crushed you like an ant. I imagine the sound of your bones breaking was pleasant."
In the audience, Goku's fists clenched instantly.
That memory still haunted him.
"Krillin…"
But Krillin merely dug at his ear casually.
"Yeah, that happened. Took a little trip to the Other World. King Yama makes decent tea. What about you? As the so-called reincarnation of King Piccolo, why so talkative? Been lonely?"
Piccolo's aura flared violently.
"Sharp-tongued brat."
He tore off his cloak and turban.
BOOM!
The weighted gear crashed into the ring, punching deep craters into the concrete.
Then—
Green skin.
Pink muscle lines.
Pointed ears.
Antennae.
Silence.
Then chaos.
"That face…!"
"King Piccolo?!"
"He's alive?!"
"Run!"
The audience erupted in panic.
People shoved and screamed. Chairs overturned.
The announcer hid under his table.
Fear was carved into Earth's memory.
A few years ago, King Piccolo had terrorized the entire planet.
"Quiet."
Krillin's voice cut through the chaos.
It wasn't loud.
Yet it reached everyone clearly.
"King Piccolo is dead. What stands here is just a green-skinned loudmouth. If you want to run, run. If you want to watch me beat him up, stay seated. As long as I'm here, he won't cause trouble."
His tone carried absolute confidence.
Piccolo's veins bulged.
"Green-skinned freak? Very well, Krillin. I'll tear your limbs off and make you beg for death!"
Boom!
Piccolo vanished.
He appeared instantly before Krillin, claw aimed at his throat.
Fast enough to shock even Goku and Tien Shinhan.
"Too slow." Krillin didn't even blink.
He raised two fingers.
Snap.
Piccolo's claw stopped cold between them.
All momentum erased.
The wind pressure vanished.
Piccolo's eyes widened.
It felt like his hand was trapped between two mountains.
"You're strong enough to massage an elephant," Krillin said calmly.
With a flick—
Piccolo flew backward like discarded trash.
Mid-air, Piccolo fired twin purple beams from his eyes.
"Evil Ray Eyes!"
The lasers screamed toward Krillin.
Krillin inhaled.
Then blew gently.
Whoosh—
The beams scattered like candle smoke.
Piccolo landed, shock flashing across his face.
"That's impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible." Krillin dusted off his sleeve.
[Strength: 120 (Suppressed to 30%)]
[Opponent: Piccolo]
[Win Probability: 100%]
"Show me something real." Krillin beckoned with one finger.
"Or were you just a joke all along?"
Piccolo roared.
His Qi erupted violently.
His arms stretched unnaturally, launching a barrage from every angle.
"Die!"
Yet no matter how wild or clever the attacks, Krillin deflected them effortlessly.
Block.
Parry.
Step aside.
Effortless.
He even yawned while catching a punch.
"If this is your full strength, you're not even worth warming up."
Piccolo staggered back, breathing heavily.
Fear.
Humiliation.
Rage.
Three years.
How had this Earthling grown so powerful?
"Unforgivable…"
His aura surged again, darker, heavier.
Above them, thunder rumbled.
The real battle was about to begin.
...
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