"Piccolo, Master Roshi said before the match that whoever wins should challenge Broly!" Son Goku said with a wide grin, showing his neat white teeth.
Then he looked seriously at Piccolo, whose face had turned dark.
"Even though I won, after thinking about it, I feel like the person who really wants to challenge Broly… should be you."
"So I'm giving this chance to you!"
Broly froze for a moment and subconsciously scratched his slightly messy black hair.
Everyone present—including Krillin, Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, and Chi-Chi—fell into complete silence.
Their faces were filled with disbelief.
Goku… wants Piccolo to challenge Broly?
No one could process the logic.
What kind of thinking is that?
The jump in reasoning was just too absurd.
Master Roshi: "..."
Roshi adjusted his slipping sunglasses. His lips twitched slightly, and sweat formed on his forehead.
That kid Goku…
If you hadn't mentioned it, I would've forgotten about that too!
But is now really the time to bring that up?
And besides—
Broly hasn't seriously trained in years!
In the middle of the strange silence—
"It's fine."
Broly suddenly spoke, breaking the quiet.
He calmly took out a tissue and carefully wiped the oil from the spicy snacks off his fingers.
Only after finishing did he lift his head.
A hint of interest appeared on his face as he rolled his wrist.
"My hands were starting to itch anyway."
"Hmph! Him?" Piccolo finally snapped out of his shock.
He let out a contemptuous snort.
Then his expression twisted into a grin, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.
His shoulders trembled from suppressed laughter.
This is perfect.
After witnessing Goku's true strength, Piccolo had already been considering retreating and fighting another day.
Continuing the battle with Goku carried too much risk.
But now—
Goku had just handed him the perfect opportunity.
As long as he didn't have to keep fighting Goku, things were much easier.
Piccolo was secretly delighted.
Besides—
He had originally come here to take revenge on Broly.
And now the opportunity had been delivered directly to him.
"Very well then, Broly!" Piccolo said coldly.
The smile disappeared, but the cruelty in his eyes remained.
"Are you ready to pay for what you did three years ago?"
"Mm-hmm." Broly nodded repeatedly, his expression still calm.
Without saying anything more, Broly started walking toward Piccolo.
His pace was slow and relaxed—almost like he was taking a casual stroll.
The ease of his movements clashed sharply with the tense and ruined battlefield around them.
"Go Broly!" Blonde Launch suddenly shouted excitedly, cupping her hands around her mouth.
Her face was full of genuine enthusiasm.
"Don't say that."
Broly suddenly stopped and turned toward her, shaking his head.
Launch blinked in confusion.
Why was he stopping her from cheering?
"I only plan to use a tiny bit of energy to play with him," Broly explained calmly with a gentle smile.
"If you cheer for me and I accidentally get serious…"
"He'll die very miserably."
"Kid! Be careful! Don't underestimate him!" Master Roshi quickly stepped forward, shouting to Broly.
His wrinkled face was filled with concern.
"He's far stronger than the old Demon King Piccolo from three years ago!"
"Relax. Nothing will happen," Broly replied, giving Roshi a reassuring look.
That calm confidence somehow made Roshi feel slightly relieved.
Then Broly added casually, as if reminding everyone of something they had forgotten:
"Didn't I already say it before?"
"Three years ago, I only used one ten-millionth of my power."
"What? One ten-millionth?!" Kami blurted out in shock.
The number was so ridiculous that Kami instinctively found it impossible to believe.
But soon he chuckled softly and shook his head.
That must be an exaggeration.
Could he really have used only one ten-millionth of his power?
Impossible.
This young man must just be exaggerating to sound impressive.
"Hmph! Arrogant fool!" Piccolo roared.
Broly's words had completely enraged him.
He felt utterly insulted.
Piccolo raised three fingers in front of Broly.
His eyes burned with murderous confidence.
"Three seconds!"
"That's all I need!"
"In three seconds I'll knock your teeth out and make you regret those arrogant words!"
"Just start already. Stop wasting time," Broly replied impatiently.
He stepped forward again.
His footsteps were steady and calm, barely stirring any dust.
In contrast, Piccolo's dark aura surged violently around him.
"You're asking for death!" Piccolo roared.
He thrust his arm forward.
"BOOOOOOM!!"
A massive green beam of energy burst from his hand.
The attack roared through the air like a giant serpent, instantly crossing the distance between them.
The ground was ripped open by the force of the beam.
Rocks and dust were thrown into the air, forming a terrifying shockwave.
The beam struck Broly directly.
A blinding green light swallowed his figure.
Then came a second, even larger explosion.
A thick mushroom cloud of dust and energy rose into the sky, completely engulfing Broly.
The shockwave shattered everything around it.
Rocks rained down like bullets, forcing Roshi and the others to shield themselves.
The arena fell silent once again.
Only the humming of fading energy and the sound of falling debris remained.
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