Papaya Island, World Martial Arts Tournament Arena.
Yamcha knew nothing about what happened in the cave, but he did not need to know either.
A madman of Dr. Gero’s level could not rely on just a single bug to collect data.
Public surveillance cameras, satellite signals, and even video recordings from the audience’s mobile phones were all his data sources.
But at least, the close-range cell sampling and precise Power Level values were cut off for the time being.
“Young Master, what on Earth was that bug?” Puar flew back, its face full of curiosity.
“Just a little toy of a perverted doctor.”
Yamcha patted Puar on the head, “Never mind about it, let’s go, the main tournament is about to start.”
The venue’s broadcasting System sounded again, and the Tournament Announcer changed into a new voice.
“Ladies and gentlemen! The main tournament of the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament is about to begin!”
“First match! Tao Pai Pai versus Majunior!”
The spectator stands erupted in deafening cheers.
Yamcha walked to the exit of the contestants’ tunnel, leaned against the door frame, and cast his gaze toward the Arena.
Tao Pai Pai was already standing on the stage.
With a semi-mechanized body, the character for ‘kill’ on his chest, and a ferocious expression hanging on the remaining half of his human face.
On the other side of the Arena, a tall young man slowly walked up the stone steps.
Wearing a purple martial arts uniform, green skin, a white cape, and a turban wrapped around his head.
From his appearance, he looked just like an ordinary martial artist.
But anyone with a bit of strength knew that this person was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
Son Goku stood next to Yamcha, looking at that Piccolo, and his smile faded away.
But he did not reveal Piccolo’s true identity.
“Yamcha.”
“Hmm.”
“That person… is very strong.”
Yamcha did not answer.
He watched “Majunior” walk onto the Arena, his eyes sweeping across the direction of all the contestants in the audience before stopping on Son Goku for a split second.
The Reincarnation of King Piccolo.
A Namekian born with all the Legacy of his past life.
Unfortunately, Tao Pai Pai still did not know what kind of monster he was facing.
He moved his mechanical arm, making clicking sounds at the joints, the arc of his mouth full of contempt.
“Referee, we can begin,” Tao Pai Pai said.
“First match, begin!”
Master Shen shouted from the spectator stands: “Junior Brother! Quickly finish off a small fry like him!”
Tao Pai Pai’s mouth hooked into an arc: “Kid, you really have bad luck running into me, the world’s number one assassin, in the very first round. But don’t worry, I won’t kill you to death.”
Piccolo did not speak.
He simply looked down at his own palms and then clenched them tightly.
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Tao Pai Pai suddenly erupted, moving at an extreme speed, so fast that ordinary martial artists could not react to it at all.
Undeniably, his speed was indeed fast.
So fast that ordinary people could only see an afterimage suddenly appear on the Arena, and then heard the sound of the air being torn apart.
The hydraulic System of the mechanical arm operated at full power.
Tao Pai Pai’s right fist struck out first, followed by a left elbow sweep, a knee strike, and a spinning kick.
The series of combo attacks flowed like floating clouds and flowing water, with every strike carrying the momentum of a thunderbolt.
Gasps erupted from the spectator stands.
“So fast! That Tao Pai Pai’s speed cannot be seen clearly at all!”
“As expected of the so-called number one assassin!”
Inside the contestants’ tunnel, Krillin widened his eyes and unconsciously clenched his fists.
“This guy… has some skills.”
Tien Shinhan stood behind Krillin, his three eyes staring intently at the Arena.
His expression did not look too good.
After all, Tao Pai Pai was his Junior Martial Uncle.
As someone formerly from the Crane School, he knew this number one assassin too well, and even once used Tao Pai Pai as his goal to strive for.
He was beaten half to death by Goku years ago, and now he had returned with a semi-mechanical body.
The cyborg’s power output, reaction speed, and movements all exceeded the limits of the human body.
“Junior Martial Uncle’s strength… is indeed stronger than before,” Tien Shinhan said in a low voice, his tone complex.
On the Arena.
Tao Pai Pai’s fists and kicks struck continuously, moving so fast that they left three or four afterimages in the air.
Every punch carried the power of mechanical amplification, and slamming into the ground could send stone slabs flying.
But Piccolo merely leaned slightly to the side in place.
The left fist flew past his shoulder.
The right knee thrust toward the abdomen, he twisted his waist, and the knee slid empty past his ribs.
A spinning kick swept toward his head, and he tilted his neck back by less than five centimeters; the wind pressure stirred up by the instep fluttered his white turban, and that was all.
No blocking.
No retreating.
Not even raising a hand.
Piccolo just stood like that, using the minimal amount of body movement to make all of Tao Pai Pai’s attacks miss entirely.
The cheers from the spectator stands gradually changed flavor.
“That person… how can he not be touched at all?”
“Tao Pai Pai has thrown dozens of punches, right? Not a single one has hit?”
Seeing this scene, Krillin smiled awkwardly.
He had just been evaluating Tao Pai Pai’s strength, feeling that this cyborg indeed had some tricks up his sleeve, but now he found that the issue wasn’t whether Tao Pai Pai was strong or not. The source of this chapter is g.com.
The problem was that the guy named Majunior on the opposite side wasn’t serious at all.
Yamcha leaned against the tunnel door frame, crossing his arms.
He knew Tao Pai Pai’s Power Level, which was originally around 140, and now after being modified, it was stronger than before by a section, around 180, which was considered top-tier among Earth’s martial artists.
But that was as far as it went.
Because his opponent was that “Majunior” wearing a white cape on the Arena.
Piccolo.
The Reincarnation of King Piccolo, who hatched from the egg with all the memories and power of his past life, and had also spent three years to Cultivate.
This level of gap could not be made up by modifying a few mechanical devices.
“Super Iron Fist!”
Tao Pai Pai roared loudly, the outer shell of his mechanical arm suddenly popping open to reveal the micro-rocket thrusters inside.
Under the boost of the thrust, the arm turned into a silver light, aiming straight for Piccolo’s face.
The speed of this punch was nearly twice as fast as before.
Someone in the spectator stands screamed out loud.
However.
Piccolo’s left hand finally raised up.
A single finger.
He used his index finger to hold back the mechanical fist that Tao Pai Pai had smashed out with all his might.
The rocket thrusters were still spraying, but that fist did not move a fraction.
The Arena fell quiet for a split second.
Tao Pai Pai’s pupils dilated.
“Im—Impossible.”
He had been an assassin for half his life, what kind of experts had he not seen, and his assassination records were spread all over the globe.
Even though he was beaten half to death by that tailed kid, his modified mechanical body’s strength far exceeded the limits of humans.
But this person right in front of him.
That’s not right.
Tao Pai Pai abruptly retreated three steps.
“Who are you?”
Piccolo did not answer; he lowered his head, his white turban swaying gently in the wind.
“Aside from that bastard Son Goku, are there guys like you in this world?”
Cold sweat seeped out of Tao Pai Pai’s back.
But he only sank for two seconds before a fierce glint flashed across the depths of his eyes, his mouth grinning upwards to reveal a mouthful of white teeth.
“Hmph, just a little bit of skill, young man shouldn’t be too arrogant!”
A metal pipe inside his left arm was exposed.
At the mouth of the pipe, a yellow sphere of light rapidly condensed.
“I, Tao Pai Pai, have never been any pure martial artist.”