Piccolo slowly lowered his arm, his chest rising and falling slightly after that full-power attack.
Without even looking at the thick cloud of smoke, a cruel and contemptuous smile spread across his face, as if he had already confirmed his opponent's death.
He turned toward Son Goku, who was standing nearby with a serious expression.
"Did you see that, Goku?" Piccolo said proudly.
"How could he possibly be my opponent? I told you already—Broly might have been strong three years ago, but that's ancient history now! Compared to us today, he's in a completely different league. The difference is like heaven and earth!"
Goku stood silently.
His face showed neither worry nor surprise.
He simply stared deeply at the cloud of dust that had yet to disperse.
"Hmph!" Piccolo snorted, assuming Goku had nothing to say.
"Today's business between you and me ends here! One day I'll defeat you completely—and then I'll rule this world with my own hands!"
After declaring his ambition, Piccolo turned as if preparing to fly away from this humiliating place.
Even though he hadn't won the championship, eliminating Broly had already removed a major threat.
But then—
"Piccolo," Goku suddenly said calmly.
"You should take a closer look."
"Look at what?" Piccolo stopped mid-step, frowning impatiently.
Following Goku's gaze, he looked toward the thick cloud of dust still blocking everyone's view.
Then—
His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of needles.
Inside the swirling dust, a tall, imposing figure slowly emerged—completely unharmed.
The figure walked forward steadily and calmly, as if the devastating attack earlier had been nothing more than a gentle breeze.
Under everyone's stunned gaze—
Broly casually walked out of the smoke.
He even raised his hand and brushed off a bit of nonexistent dust from his shoulder.
"That was your attack?" Broly said calmly.
His tone sounded as if he were evaluating a cup of plain water.
"It felt like… a mosquito bite. A little itchy."
As if to match his words, Broly lightly scratched the spot on his chest where the energy beam had hit.
To him, the attack truly meant nothing.
The power contained within his body had long reached a level that ordinary people simply could not comprehend.
At this point, even if the Emperor of the Universe, Frieza, appeared here, he likely wouldn't be enough to make Broly break a sweat.
"W-What?!" Piccolo's confident grin instantly froze.
It was replaced by extreme shock and disbelief.
His pupils trembled violently as his face shifted from green to pale and back again.
"I-Impossible! That's absolutely impossible!" Piccolo shouted.
That attack had contained nearly eighty percent of his power.
He hadn't held back at all.
His intention had been to kill Broly in a single blow and erase the humiliation from three years ago.
And yet—
That massive, deadly attack…
Hadn't caused even the slightest injury to Broly.
His clothes weren't even damaged.
This guy… this guy named Broly…
How could he possibly be this powerful?!
It completely shattered Piccolo's understanding of strength.
Everyone present—Master Roshi, Krillin, Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, Chi-Chi, and even Kami—stared with wide eyes.
Their mouths hung open in absolute shock.
Because they all clearly sensed how terrifying Piccolo's energy beam had been.
Among everyone here, only Goku might have been able to dodge or counter it.
Anyone else—even Tien, whose power had grown tremendously—would likely have been obliterated instantly.
Even Kami himself doubted he could have endured such an attack without injury.
But Broly ignored everyone's shock.
He simply continued walking forward slowly toward Piccolo.
His expression was calm—almost bored.
"Tap… tap… tap…"
His footsteps weren't loud.
But in the deathly silent arena, each step sounded like it was landing directly on Piccolo's heart.
An overwhelming pressure filled the air.
For the first time—
Piccolo subconsciously took two steps backward.
Even when facing Goku, he had never retreated like this.
Goku, watching from the side, smiled faintly.
Everything unfolding seemed exactly as he had expected.
The way he looked at Broly was filled with admiration and curiosity toward a true powerhouse.
"D-Don't come any closer!" Piccolo suddenly roared.
Humiliation and survival instinct overwhelmed his fear.
Like a cornered beast, he shouted fiercely at Broly, who was already standing right in front of him.
At the same time, he poured all his remaining energy into his right arm.
The muscles in his arm bulged, veins swelling like coiling dragons.
With a desperate roar, he threw a punch straight toward Broly's chest.
The punch even created a sonic boom.
But Broly's reaction stunned everyone again.
Because he didn't dodge.
He didn't even raise his guard.
He simply stood there, allowing the punch to land directly on his body.
Then—
Something unbelievable happened.
CRACK—!!!
A sharp, bone-breaking sound echoed through the silent arena.
"AAAAAAAH!!!"
Piccolo screamed in agony.
The sound was like a pig being slaughtered, filled with unbearable pain and deep terror.
Everyone quickly looked closer.
The sight before them nearly stopped their breathing.
Piccolo's right arm—his powerful punching arm—had twisted into an unnatural angle.
The bone in his forearm had pierced through the skin.
White fragments of bone were exposed as green blood poured from the wound.
It was a complete, crushing fracture.
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