"Hey, baldy."
Rai Wu shot Krillin a sideways look, eyes full of arrogance. "If you don't wanna get hurt, you'd better surrender now."
Krillin didn't even flinch. "To deal with you," he said coolly, "I don't even need to try."
Unlike the humble tone Rai Wu used when facing Piccolo, in front of Krillin he was dripping with arrogance.
But he had every reason to be—half of his blood was demonic, giving him a body far stronger than any normal human's.
Up to now, he hadn't met a single human martial artist who could match him.
And now that his bloodline had fully awakened, he was a complete demon.
"Oh yeah?" Krillin's tone was wary, but his eyes were sharp. "Then let's test that."
The moment the words left his mouth, Krillin charged first.
His movements were so quick and fluid that Rai Wu was caught off guard—before he could blink, Krillin was already right in his face.
Rai wu was surprised by Krillin's speed, but his reflexes were just as sharp.
He even remembered what he'd just said, so instead of using his hands, he blocked Krillin's strikes with his elbows.
Then—he took a deep breath, pressed one finger against his left nostril, and blew hard.
Something black shot out—
Smack!
It hit Krillin square in the chest, sending him skidding back several meters.
Krillin barely had time to react before Rai Wu pressed the other nostril shut and blew again.
Another black lump flew out—this time hitting Krillin right on the forehead.
"Argh—gross and painful!" Krillin rubbed the red mark on his head and glanced down at the sticky mess in his hand. His expression twisted in pain and disgust.
Rai wu burst out laughing. "Hahaha! Baldy, you're not even as good as my boogers!"
Krillin had seen his share of dirty fighters before. Back in the 21st Tenkaichi Budokai, he'd beaten that barbarian who'd never taken a bath in his life—the self-proclaimed dirtiest, stinkiest man on Earth.
But this guy? He was on another level.
Rai wu's booger bullets just kept coming, one after another, as if his nose had infinite ammo.
And each one was huge.
Krillin couldn't help but think—how the hell does he even have that many saved up?
Maybe, like that barbarian who never bathed since birth, Rai Wu hadn't picked his nose once in his entire life?
"Hahaha! You see now, baldy? That's the power of the great Rai Wu!"
Rai wu's laughter filled the arena as Krillin was forced back again and again, dodging the disgusting projectiles.
"If you kneel down and admit defeat right now," Rai Wu taunted, "maybe I'll consider sparing you!"
The moment Rai Wu stepped into the ring, he became a completely different person—arrogant, loud, over-the-top.
Krillin stayed silent, dodging the flying boogers while waiting for an opening.
The audience, meanwhile, exchanged horrified looks.
They didn't even know what to cheer for—Rai Wu's fighting style was way too gross.
Except for one man.
"Good! Excellent! That's how you do it!"
Master Shen clenched his fist in delight as he watched Krillin get plastered in "booger shots."
"But he's still holding back. What he should do is follow up with some... poop-based techniques."
For reasons no one could explain, Master Shen had developed a strange obsession with feces lately.
"Your student's fighting style is... pretty unique," Naruto's voice came through in Piccolo's mind. "You teach him that? 'Cause I sure don't remember ever showing you that one."
"Don't talk nonsense," Piccolo replied, his green face turning faintly red. "He came up with that on his own."
Then he connected telepathically to Leiwu.
"Rai Wu—end this quickly."
"As you command, my King!"
With Piccolo's order ringing in his head, Rai Wu burst out laughing and then suddenly straightened, his aura sharpening.
He began firing even faster—booger bullets raining down like a machine gun—as he dashed toward Krillin at high speed.
One punch. That's all I'll need to finish this.
Confident, Rai Wu clenched his fist and swung hard—
—but the blow passed straight through Krillin's body.
Whoosh.
Krillin's figure flickered and dissolved into thin air.
A feint?! Rai Wu's eyes widened as he realized what had happened.
"Behind you!"
He whipped around—only to be greeted not by Krillin's face, but by a perfectly round, shiny butt.
Pffffft!!
A loud, wet explosion echoed as a yellowish cloud engulfed Rai Wu's head.
An eye for an eye.
If Rai Wu liked to use booger bullets, then Krillin would counter with a fart bomb.
They say, "Silent farts stink; loud farts don't."
But Krillin's clearly broke that rule—it was both loud and unbelievably stinky.
Then again, this was the same fart that once knocked out a barbarian mid-match.
And considering Krillin had eaten a ton of beans and chili the night before… yeah, it wasn't just stink—it was weaponized stink.
"Uuugh—" Rai Wu gagged violently, almost vomiting on the spot.
Luckily for him, he hadn't eaten anything that morning, or it would've been a disaster—for the audience.
Even so, the stench was overwhelming.
Rai Wu might've been the top fighter among the "evil schools," but even he nearly collapsed from the smell.
Still, through sheer willpower, he forced himself to stay upright and swung a counterattack—
—but it was too late.
BAM!
Krillin's foot slammed squarely into his face.
"I'm not a baldy," Krillin said sharply. "I just used to be a monk."
The kick launched Leiwu clear across the ring.
He spun through the air before crashing into the arena wall with a thunderous boom! Half the wall caved in from the impact.
"What a shame," Krillin muttered. He knew that attack had only dealt light damage—barely even a scratch.
He should've followed up with a Kamehameha.
Now it was too late.
"Damn you..."
Rai wu staggered up from the rubble, his aura flaring stronger than before, eyes full of murderous rage.
"Baldy, you've humiliated me in front of my King. I'll make you regret it!"
Despite his fury, the scene looked almost comical—
His nose was bleeding, twin red streams running down to his chin, and a perfect shoe print was stamped across his face, logo and all.
Krillin had to fight back a laugh.
Watching from the rooftop, Piccolo turned away in silence.
How disgraceful...
Rai Wu could feel it — Piccolo had turned his back on him.
He looked up at the rooftop, where his "King" stood with his cape fluttering in the wind… and not even looking his way.
That small gesture hit harder than any punch.
Something in his chest twisted painfully, humiliation burning deep.
Then that shame turned into raw, furious rage.
"You damn baldy… you made me lose face in front of my King!"
Rai Wu's roar shook the air.
And then — his body started to change.
His aura flared violently, a dark crimson light surrounding him.
His muscles bulged, veins pulsing.
His skin tightened, jaw stretching and warping.
Cheekbones jutted out. His lips thickened.
Sharp fangs grew where teeth once were, and his pupils slit like a snake's.
From a half-blood… he was becoming a full-fledged demon.
"Now…" Rai Wu hissed, voice deep and guttural, "…I'll kill you — slowly."
"What the hell… is this?!"
From the stands, the Dragon Team gawked.
"What a crazy aura," Yamcha said, stepping back.
"It's not just that!" Tien frowned. "His energy feels… familiar. Doesn't it remind you of those monsters Piccolo Daimaō had three years ago?"
That's right — Rai Wu belonged to the demon clan, a branch of the same bloodline as Piccolo Daimaō. Naturally, his energy had that same evil tinge.
"This is transformation," Naruto said calmly, the only one who didn't look surprised. He sounded half like a teacher, half like a storyteller.
"There are lots of races in the universe who can transform. Some do it to hide their true form, some to suppress their power, and others because their bodies can't handle their own strength unless they seal it away."
He crossed his arms.
"But once they transform, their power skyrockets. Some even double or triple their strength.
If any of you ever travel into space, remember that — these guys are dangerous."
His warning made everyone on the sidelines tense up.
Bulma, meanwhile, was already fiddling with her newly "repaired" scouter.
"Battle power…" she muttered, squinting at the screen.
"…Nine hundred?!"
Nine hundred — a full 130 points above Krillin.
Among all the fighters here (besides Naruto, of course), that was just below Goku's level — even stronger than Tien.
"Krillin, if you can't handle him, just surrender!" Master Roshi called out, concern creeping into his voice.
But Krillin only grinned, rolling his shoulders.
Instead of fear, there was a spark of excitement in his eyes.
Guess I'll take this as a warm-up for my match with Goku.
Goku's power was nearly double his own.
If he couldn't even beat someone just 130 points above him, then what was the point?
As a martial artist, there's no running from a stronger opponent.
That's what Master Roshi had always taught him — a true fighter never gives up before the fight even starts.
"Die!!"
Rai wu vanished from sight.
The next instant — he was right in front of Krillin, his clawed hand slicing down like a blade.
True Demon Hand Chop!
The attack came so fast that even Krillin, who was ready, barely dodged it.
His strength… it's way above mine! I can't go head-to-head with him!
Krillin thought fast, firing a small ki blast to force Rai Wu back.
In that moment, the ring filled with dozens of Krillins — each one moving differently, with different expressions.
Multi Afterimage Technique!
A move made to confuse and overwhelm opponents.
Rai wu smirked. "Useless trick."
He tilted his head, listening. "Your heartbeat and breathing — I can hear them clearly. Even if I plug my ears, I know exactly where you are."
He lunged at one of the Krillins and swung his hand like a knife.
"Right there!"
Slice!
The Krillin he struck split in two — and vanished.
Rai Wu's eyes went wide. What—?!
He'd hit the right one… but something was off.
Before he could react, another afterimage — directly above the one he'd struck — suddenly moved.
Wham!
Both Krillin's fists came down like a hammer, smashing into Leiwu's head.
Double Afterimage Technique!
Rai wu stumbled, clutching his head. He growled and swung again, slashing wildly —
but once again, his claws met only air.
The Krillin he hit faded like smoke.
Then another afterimage attacked — this time sweeping low, hitting Leiwu's legs.
Triple Afterimage Technique!
Up on the roof, one of Piccolo's followers — the demon man — watched, frowning.
"My King… you didn't teach that guy how to sense energy, did you?" he asked carefully, seeing Leiwu getting toyed with.
Piccolo turned his head slowly, his expression blank. He didn't answer.
But the silence itself was suffocating.
The demon man felt invisible pressure pressing down on him — first on his legs, then his chest, climbing up until it wrapped around his throat like an iron hand.
He could barely breathe.
Finally, Piccolo spoke, his voice low and cold.
"He only recently became a complete demon."
"Before that, he was just a half-blood."
He narrowed his eyes.
"Those who aren't truly of the demon clan… have no right to learn the techniques of our kind."
"No matter how strong they are."
A brief pause.
Then, in a deeper, heavier tone:
"Understand?"
The moment the word left his mouth, the crushing pressure vanished.
The demon man gasped, stumbling as he clutched his throat. "Y-Yes! I understand! Forgive my impertinence, my King!"
He knew better than to speak again.
His so-called "Demon Ray" might be able to kill anyone with a hint of evil in their heart — but against Piccolo, it meant nothing.
Piccolo was now, without question — the strongest being on Earth.
Back in the arena—
"Solar Flare!"
A blinding light burst from Krillin's shiny bald head, flooding the entire stadium.
Even the spectators had to shield their eyes.
Among all the fighters who could use that move, Krillin and Tien were the best.
The flash was so intense that Rai Wu screamed, clutching his face.
Before he could recover, Krillin's voice rang out—
"Kamehame—HA!!"
A massive blue wave exploded forward, engulfing Rai Wu completely.
BOOOOM!
The ground shook.
When the light finally faded and everyone's vision cleared, Leiwu's body was half-buried in the dirt — outside the ring.
"Th-The winner…" the announcer stammered before shouting at the top of his lungs,
"Krillin wins!!"
The crowd erupted — some cheering, some gagging from earlier.
Krillin just exhaled, wiping sweat from his brow.
Up on the rooftop, Piccolo didn't move or speak.
He just watched silently, cloak swaying in the breeze.
His expression unreadable.
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