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"Resistance is useless. Submit to me obediently!" Baby Aize issued this command and many more to the Tuffle cells inside Piccolo's body nonstop.
The moment he confirmed Piccolo's ability to regenerate lost limbs, a certain idea quietly took shape in his mind.
He wanted to turn Piccolo into his puppet.
"Heh heh, how ironic... cleverness backfiring on itself. Kid, your name is Piccolo, right?"
"I'll admit it. Your clever performance just now really did fool me for a moment, but that doesn't matter anymore."
"When I pierced your body for the second time, I implanted the cells of our great Tuffle race into you."
"Stop struggling. Even if you abandon your lower body and leave yourself with nothing but a head, it's still pointless."
"Tuffle cells are the most dominant cells in the world. They will occupy every single cell in your body, take control of your brain, and in the end, you will be completely under my control."
Baby Aize's words struck everyone present like a bolt of lightning.
"What?! Does this guy actually want to control the entire Earth?!" Krillin roared in fury. "We'll never let him succeed!"
Krillin cursed angrily. "How despicable and shameless! To use such underhanded tricks!"
It was precisely this outburst that drew Baby Aize's attention. His sinister gaze shifted toward Krillin.
"Anyone who shows me disrespect is unfit to become my subject. You bald one, are you sure you want to do this?"
Facing Baby Aize's threat, Krillin remained utterly disdainful. The Destructo Disc had already begun to condense in his hand.
He intended to create the strongest Destructo Disc possible and give it to Baby Aize.
Just as Krillin was about to attack, Piccolo suddenly moved.
A series of bustling, crackling sounds of cellular recombination rang out. Using only his head, Piccolo began controlling the regrowth of his lower body.
Slash…!
As Piccolo's body gradually returned to its complete form, cellular fluid rapidly seeped out.
However, his pupils looked strange and empty, as if they had lost all vitality. Seeing this, a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Baby Aizen's mouth.
"So this is the extent of your willpower? In the end, you've still been controlled by me, haven't you?"
"Then kneel before me!"
Baby Aize roared angrily at Piccolo, fully expecting him to kneel like a docile dog and beg for mercy. But when he looked at Piccolo again, he was shocked to see that his eyes had returned to normal.
"AHHHHH!"
Accompanied by a furious roar, Piccolo's eyes became ferociously savage. In an instant, a violent storm erupted from his body and battered everything around him.
The veins across his body writhed like living creatures while the cells inside him fought fiercely against the Tuffle cells.
"Ha! Aahhh!!!"
Piccolo's shouts echoed through the heavens, each one sounding as if it were tearing through the sky itself.
His continuous roars shook the surrounding air, plunging the entire wasteland into turmoil.
Onlookers were dumbfounded by Piccolo's abnormal state. They had never seen him so frantic or so out of control.
Even Pan, who was closest to Piccolo, couldn't help but turn her head away, tightly closing her eyes, unable to keep watching.
In front of everyone, Baby Aize continued to try to control Piccolo.
Once again, he manipulated the Tuffle cells inside Piccolo's body.
"Kneel! Can't you hear me?!"
The harder Baby Aize urged him, the louder Piccolo roared.
The next second, beads of sweat the size of soybeans burst forth from Piccolo's forehead.
Clearly, the Namekian cells within him had already fought the Tuffle cells for hundreds of rounds.
"There's no way I'll let you control me!"
"Get out of my body!"
Piccolo let out a thunderous roar, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably, his body's muscles stretched taut like steel cables.
He poured his energy directly into his cells, charging them to their limits.
Finally, he felt the Namekian cells in his body swell rapidly.
They forced all the Tuffle cells into a single corner. That corner was precisely at the tip of his right hand's fingers.
Piccolo pressed his left hand firmly against his right wrist to ensure that all the Tuffle cells were gathered together.
Slash...!
His left hand instantly transformed into a blade and swung down without hesitation.
In one clean motion, he severed his right hand with his own strike. The hand carrying the Tuffle cells was completely separated from his body.
Piccolo broke free from Baby Aize's control.
He gasped for breath as his regenerative ability activated and a brand-new arm grew out again.
Piccolo's eyes locked firmly onto Baby Aize. He now had a newfound understanding of Baby Aize's special ability.
[This guy can release a kind of cell into another person's body through contact with an open wound.]
[Then, he controls those cells to seize control of the other person's body, ultimately controlling them entirely.]
[Such an ability is truly despicable and vile!]
[It seems that, when fighting him, I absolutely cannot allow myself to be injured. What a troublesome opponent!"]
As Baby Aize stared at Piccolo, who had freed himself from his control, it would be a lie to say he wasn't surprised. He hadn't expected Piccolo to be so ruthless, to actually force his cells out of his own body.
"Not bad. Since you refuse to become my subject, then I'll just have to kill you."
With those words, Baby Aize charged straight toward Piccolo.
At that moment, Piccolo had a brand-new understanding of his enemy.
There was no longer any need for empty words.
A protective barrier began to cover his body as he released all his energy at once. In an instant, his aura spread in all directions, enveloping everything around him.
Over there, Baby Aize merely blinked, then calmly said, "In that case, let me show you my true strength."
As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of light enveloped his body.
Immediately after, a pair of horns grew from his head. He had completed the first stage of his transformation.
However, he showed no sign of stopping. The next moment, he transformed again, into a grotesque monster.
It looked almost alien in form.
A powerful wind blew against Piccolo's antennae, and he was momentarily shaken by this overwhelming force. Yet, despite the fear in his heart, his body showed not the slightest hint of cowardice.
Suddenly, three voices echoed in his mind.
"Piccolo, believe in yourself. You can do this."]
["Uncle Piccolo, let's use our power together and defeat him."]
["Piccolo, it's time to act."]
The owners of those voices were the Old Kami, Dende, and Nail.
Piccolo nodded and closed his eyes. The image of the red Shenron he had seen earlier appeared vividly in his mind.
The next second, he opened his eyes, and a surge of orange light burst forth.
(End Of This Chapter)