Someone in the audience shouted: “What is that? Does he have a cannon hidden in his arm?”
In the contestant tunnel, Tien Shinhan’s expression changed.
“Dodon Ray.”
Tien Shinhan whispered the name, “Junior Martial Uncle directly integrated the Crane School’s lethal technique into the mechanical pipeline…”
Krillin turned his head to look at him: “Dodon Ray? Wouldn’t that be even more… than the Kamehameha?”
“At equal Power Levels, its might is indeed above the Kamehameha.”
Tien Shinhan’s third eye narrowed slightly, “Dodon Ray has always excelled in piercing power, coupled with mechanical amplification…”
On the Arena.
The yellow light sphere expanded to the size of a basketball, and the metal pipe wall was burned red-hot by the high temperature.
“Super Dodon Ray!”
Tao Pai Pai roared furiously, and a beam of light shot out from the mouth of the pipe.
That yellow light beam was thicker than an arm.
As it pierced through the air above the Arena, the stone slab ground was torn into two cracks by the shockwave, and fragments flew everywhere.
People in the front rows of the audience were pushed backward by the shockwave, and some screamed and covered their faces.
The light beam headed straight for Majunior’s chest.
Then.
Piccolo raised his right hand.
It was still that index finger.
The fingertip pressed against the exact center of the light beam.
That Super Dodon Ray, which was enough to pierce through steel, shattered into a cluster of scattered light specks at his fingertip.
The entire stadium gasped in shock.
Tao Pai Pai’s mouth remained open in the posture following his furious roar.
“How… How is this possible…”
“Hmph, you so-called trash of an assassin, it is time for you to surrender.”
The audience was pulled back to reality by these words, erupting into a long-suppressed clamor.
“This Majunior is simply too strong!”
“A single finger? Just a single finger from start to finish?”
“Isn’t Tao Pai Pai acclaimed as the world’s number one assassin? This is…”
On the Arena, Tao Pai Pai’s face twisted.
Having been an assassin for his entire life, he knew best what an absolute gap in strength meant.
Reason told him that the person in front of him was an existence he completely could not deal with.
But the words “surrender” did not exist in Tao Pai Pai’s dictionary.
Surrendering equaled conceding defeat, conceding defeat equaled total ruin of his reputation, and the signboard of the world’s number one assassin was his very life.
“Heh heh heh…”
Tao Pai Pai lowered his head, his shoulders shrugging as he emitted a sinister laugh.
“Surrender? Are you telling me how to do things?”
The mechanical casing of his right arm suddenly ejected and detached as a whole, with fragments clattering and scattering across the Arena.
What was revealed was a twenty-centimeter-long alloy short blade.
Tao Pai Pai violently sprang up, pressing his body extremely low, and thrust the blade tip straight at Piccolo’s throat.
The speed was faster than all previous attacks, because with this strike, he left no backup plan whatsoever.
An assassin’s final desperate struggle.
Someone in the audience screamed, and someone covered their eyes.
But the blade stopped.
Piccolo opened the five fingers of his left hand and grabbed the blade body directly.
The alloy blade was clamped in his palm, motionless.
“You…”
Tao Pai Pai tightly clutched the hilt, the veins on his wrist bulging, but that blade could neither advance nor retreat in Piccolo’s hand.
The atmosphere in the audience changed completely.
“He used a weapon!”
“How can a weapon be used in the World Martial Arts Tournament!”
“This is a foul!”
Jeers filled the skies.
Master Shen’s face was ashen in the audience, but he made no sound.
By the side of the Arena, the referee was covered in cold sweat, raised his flag, and his voice was trembling.
“Contestant Tao… Tao Pai Pai used a weapon! Severe violation! Disqualified! Contestant Majunior wins this match!”
Tao Pai Pai was disqualified.
But Piccolo did not stop.
His left hand holding the blade exerted force, shattering the alloy short blade into three pieces that clattered to the ground.
Tao Pai Pai retreated half a step.
Just half a step.
Because Piccolo’s right hand had already gripped his mechanical arm, with a force so great that the pipeline directly burst.
Tao Pai Pai had been an assassin all his life, and countless people had worn this expression in front of him.
He had never imagined that one day this expression would appear on his own face.
“You… Exactly what kind of person are you!”
Piccolo tilted his head, the curve of the corner of his mouth lifting slightly upward.
“Since you have already been disqualified.”
Piccolo released Tao Pai Pai’s arm, and the latter staggered backward before standing firm.
“Then it should be fine if I kill you.”
Tao Pai Pai’s reaction was indeed fast.
The assassin’s instinct took over his body at the very last moment.
He suddenly leaned back, kicked the ground with both feet, and his entire body flew toward the outside of the Arena at top speed.
Run.
Must run.
But his body had barely airborne for less than half a meter when a hand was already pressed against his abdomen.
Piccolo had caught up without him knowing when.
“Too slow.”
Piccolo’s fist sank into Tao Pai Pai’s abdominal cavity.
Tao Pai Pai’s mouth was wide open, unable to make any sound, his eyeballs bulging outward, and his facial muscles spasming.
Piccolo withdrew his fist.
Tao Pai Pai’s body began to fall through the air.
But he failed to hit the ground.
Piccolo leaned back half a step and opened his mouth.
A purple light sphere rapidly condensed in his oral cavity, its light illuminating above the Arena. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
Mouth blast shockwave.
A purple light beam shot out from Piccolo’s mouth, exceeding one meter in diameter, swallowing Tao Pai Pai’s still-falling body head-on.
The light beam lasted less than a second.
Boom.
A corner of the stone Arena was shaved off by the shockwave.
After the purple light dissipated, only a small scorched mark remained where Tao Pai Pai had stood.
Several mechanical parts were scattered on the ground, still emitting blue smoke.
Other than that, there was nothing left.
Tao Pai Pai, the world’s number one assassin, was completely erased from this world.
Piccolo turned around and faced the referee.
“Hey, referee.”
Piccolo’s tone even carried a hint of impatience, “He drew his blade first just now, so it’s fine that I killed him, right?”
The referee’s mouth opened and closed several times, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down.
He glanced at that scorched patch on the Arena, and then looked into Piccolo’s eyes.
“N… No problem.”
“Contestant Tao Pai Pai first violated the rules by using a weapon, so Contestant Majunior… belongs to self-defense.”
Even he himself did not believe these words.
But not a single person present stood up to refute.
In the corner of the audience, Master Shen’s face was pale white, his mouth open and failing to close for a long time.
Junior Brother.
His most proud Junior Brother didn’t even have ashes left.
Yet he did not dare to rush up and avenge him.
Piccolo glanced toward the direction of the contestant tunnel, his gaze pausing on Son Goku for a second.
Then he withdrew his gaze and walked down the Arena.
The white cloak dragged an arc in the wind.
Inside the contestant tunnel.
Krillin swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
His back was covered in cold sweat, his martial arts uniform clinging to his skin, sticky and uncomfortably clammy.
“Such ruthless methods from this person…”
Tien Shinhan didn’t speak.
His three eyes stared at the scorched mark on the Arena, showing no discernible emotion.
Tao Pai Pai was his Junior Martial Uncle.
Although he had long broken away from the Crane School, and although Tao Pai Pai was a damned assassin, that was still the person who had watched him grow up.
And now, not even many bones were left.
Tien Shinhan clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles popping, and then loosened them one by one.
He said nothing at all.
Yamcha leaned against the door frame, pulling back his gaze from Piccolo’s departing back.
Piccolo’s Power Level.
That series of actions just now, from grabbing Tao Pai Pai to releasing the mouth blast Ki Blast, was very slick throughout.
It seems he has undergone an even more cruel training than in the original work.
Yamcha made a rough estimation in his heart.
This Piccolo’s lower limit of strength is at least in the same tier as Goku, and as for the upper limit…
It’s hard to say.