As if being attacked by frost, Piccolo's heart thumped, and his complexion became unsightly. He quickly adjusted his mood and calmed himself down as much as possible.
At this moment, Piccolo felt that winning against Monkey King didn't seem so important. If those two obstructed him, his plan would be almost impossible to succeed.
But on second thought, Piccolo's face turned gloomy. He gritted his teeth and roared in his heart:
"Damn it, what's wrong with this world? How can such strong experts appear one after another? How can I, King Piccolo, be afraid? Sooner or later, I will surpass them!"
Shaya noticed Piccolo on the roof of the Martial Arts Temple and said to Nishi Aya and the others with a smile, "Look at that Piccolo. His complexion changed when he saw us."
Nishi Aya said seriously, "He must have recognized me and Mels."
"I think he must be wondering why Nishi Aya and I are watching from below and not fighting, right?" Mels said with a smile. A year ago, she and Nishi Aya appeared in front of Piccolo as if they were mortal enemies, but now, they were living in harmony.
On the side, Bulma heard the conversation between Shaya and the others and asked curiously, "Did you just mention King Piccolo? Is that green-skinned freak King Piccolo?"
"Yes, it's King Piccolo."
Bulma said in surprise, "It's really King Piccolo!" However, Bulma was only surprised, not afraid at all.
"King Piccolo is not dead. Aren't you afraid?" Shaya asked Bulma.
"Why should I be afraid? Monkey King can definitely defeat him again." Bulma said matter-of-factly. Monkey King could defeat King Piccolo three years ago. Now that he has become stronger, wouldn't it be easy to defeat King Piccolo?
"…"
Shaya was speechless at Bulma's blind trust, but then he felt relieved. Bulma's trust in Monkey King was based on mutual understanding.
"You two have such a good relationship."
"Of course." Bulma raised her head as if it was a matter of course.
On the stage, the battle between Yamcha and old Kami quickly came to an end, and Yamcha won smoothly.
…
"The third match, Contestant Chi-Chi against Contestant Yajirobe. Contestants, please come to the stage."
Following the host's announcement, Chi-Chi jumped onto the martial arts platform. Opposite her, Yajirobe stood lazily on the side. Because the martial arts tournament stipulated that no weapons could be used, Yajirobe couldn't use his best blade technique.
"Qiqi, you can do it!" Bulma shouted from the audience.
Krillin calmly said to Yamcha, "That Yajirobe is very powerful, but he is much worse than Chi-Chi."
"Yes, the disparity in Ki is too big. Moreover, have you noticed? What he is best at shouldn't be fist techniques …" Yamcha suddenly said while watching Yajirobe and Chi-Chi's fight.
Krillin had an expression of 'great minds think alike' and said, "It turns out that you can't see it. Yajirobe's use of fist techniques is very rough. This is not something an expert at his level should have. Looking at his fist clenching and punching posture, what he is really good at should be blade techniques."
At Krillin's level of martial arts, although he hadn't really learned blade techniques, he still had this little bit of insight.
On the stage, Chi-Chi's breathing was very calm. Her bright eyes looked at Yajirobe and said, "The competition here limits your performance, but even if you go all out, you are not my opponent."
Yajirobe suddenly grinned and laughed heartily. The fat skin and flesh on his body trembled up and down as he said, "Immortal Kerin told me the same thing, but I still want to see how you will defeat me."
After saying that, Yajirobe stood in a stance with his feet and put his hands on his chest. Suddenly, an awe-inspiring and overbearing aura emanated from Yajirobe's body.
"Blade user!" Chi-Chi was startled. This overbearing and sharp aura could only be possessed by a blade user.
Immediately after, she reacted, and her petite body suddenly flashed. In the time it takes for a spark to fly off a flint, she opened a distance between herself and Yajirobe, and then her whole body entered a fighting state.
"Chi-Chi is getting serious," Shaya said with a smile.
Yajirobe was beyond his expectations. In the original work, Yajirobe should be a lazy and unmotivated guy. Although he could provide assistance at a critical moment, he was basically useless in ordinary times. But now, this sharp aura and overbearing willpower showed that he was a pure blade user!
"However, this is interesting. A genius that was buried in the original work … I wonder how far he can go in the future!" Shaya was looking forward to Yajirobe.
"I'm going to attack." Chi-Chi said. She slowly assumed a posture with her hands and entered the state of mind like still water. If it weren't for her figure in their line of sight, people would have almost forgotten her existence.
"Mind like still water!"
"Calm and tranquil!"
Old Kami, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but exclaim. Chi-Chi's current state seemed as if she was about to stop breathing, and a tranquil and comfortable mood rippled.
This was the mood of a god!
"It seems that choosing Chi-Chi as Kami's successor was not wrong!" Old Kami thought with relief. Chi-Chi's state of mind was as pure as a white sheet of paper, and now that she had such a high mood, she was truly the best candidate for Kami's successor.
At this time, in choosing a successor, Old Kami had already leaned towards Chi-Chi between Monkey King and Chi-Chi.
In the arena, the battle between Chi-Chi and Yajirobe continued. Along with the emergence of a majestic force, a strong whirlwind surged like a wolf and a tiger, emitting a squeaking sound.
Both Chi-Chi and Yajirobe's speed was very fast. After a while, the arena was filled with the afterimages of their battle. Kacha! The hard marble slabs shattered, and several small stones were ejected under the pressure of the huge force. Then, they accelerated to the extreme and cut through the air, making whooshing sounds.
"Bang!" The air trembled, and a loud sound of breaking through the air rumbled out.
As if an invisible huge palm was slapping the air, the audience only felt that the surrounding air pressure had changed again and again. The pleasing battle gave them a carefree and unrestrained feeling.
After all, Yajirobe's Battle Power was not as good as Chi-Chi's, and the rules of the competition limited his strengths. It didn't take long before Yajirobe gradually retreated to a corner of the arena while gasping for breath. On the other hand, Chi-Chi's aura was still calm, as if she hadn't gone through any strenuous exercise.
The difference between the two was obvious.
"I lost!" Yajirobe magnanimously admitted defeat and jumped down from the martial arts platform.
"Huh?"
Such a result made everyone dumbfounded, and they were at a loss. However, they quickly gave both sides a warm applause. The cameras around the arena also faithfully recorded this and played it in front of the world's screens.
"This fatty is so powerful. If he was a little thinner, maybe he would have won." Some people who didn't understand the situation judged people by their appearance and thought that Yajirobe lost because he was too fat.
However, there were also many knowledgeable people in front of the screen. At this time, they had a serious expression on their faces as they continuously commented, "That Chi-Chi is a real expert. Look at the whole match; her breathing wasn't chaotic at all."
"Hey, it's true!"
"Contestant Chi-Chi seems to be the disciple of the God of Martial Arts, Master Roshi. She had a good performance in the last two tournaments. No wonder she is so powerful."
In the competition venue, Monkey King and the others were congratulating Chi-Chi for her victory. Old Kami looked at them with a gratified expression. "These children have already surpassed me. They are the future of Earth."
After saying that, old Kami glanced at Shaya and the others in the audience and nodded slightly. Shaya also gave him a smile and nodded tacitly.
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