Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the arena, Piccolo and Shen—the disguised Kami—slowly stepped onto the stage where the previous battle had just ended.
They stood facing each other.
Their gazes met in midair.
There were no polite greetings before the match. Instead, the atmosphere between them was completely different from the battle between Son Goku and Tien Shinhan.
Cold.
Hostile.
Filled with killing intent.
They exchanged a few brief words. To outsiders, the words sounded aggressive but meaningless, yet the hostility in their eyes was almost tangible.
The referee gave the signal.
The battle began.
Their clash immediately exploded into intensity.
Their fighting style was completely different from normal martial arts.
Their movements were strange and unpredictable. Their speed was astonishing, and their strength even more terrifying. Every collision produced a dull thunderous sound as the arena floor cracked and shattered beneath their feet.
After several exchanges, both seemed to sense something familiar within each other's techniques.
Piccolo suddenly jumped back, putting some distance between them. His green face showed uncertainty and suspicion.
Staring intensely at Shen, he suddenly shouted in the ancient Namekian language:
"So I finally know who you really are! No wonder your fighting style is so similar to mine! Why have you come down here, old Kami?!"
Kami showed no surprise at being exposed.
Using the same ancient language, he smiled calmly.
"So you finally realized it… Demon King Piccolo. Do you really need to ask why I came?"
"You're trying to kill me?" Piccolo said through clenched teeth.
On the arena stage, the two argued fiercely in a language no one else could understand.
The referee stood there stunned and could only comment awkwardly into the microphone:
"What exactly is happening here? Contestants Shen and Majunia appear to be arguing intensely, but the language they're speaking is completely incomprehensible!"
"Hahaha!" Piccolo burst into wild, vicious laughter.
"You think you can kill me? That's ridiculous!"
His voice shook the arena.
"You and I came from the same body! If you kill me, you'll disappear as well! You should understand that better than anyone!"
"I know," Kami replied calmly.
A faint knowing smile remained on his face.
"That's why you can't kill me either, right?"
"You… are you planning to kill yourself?!" Piccolo shouted suddenly.
His expression changed instantly—from confidence to suspicion, and finally to deep wariness.
Kami, however, remained calm.
Holding a small bottle in his hand, he gently shook his head.
"No need to worry. I will not commit suicide. Humans have taught me a method to stop your evil."
"What method?" Piccolo asked sharply.
His pupils shrank as he stepped forward slightly, every muscle in his body tense.
His eyes were fixed on the small bottle in Kami's hand.
Pop!
A sharp sound echoed across the tense arena.
Kami calmly pulled the cork out of the bottle.
Then he crouched down and carefully placed the bottle on the cold stone floor of the arena.
The bottle's opening faced upward.
"Are you ready?" Kami asked with a mysterious smile.
His eyes carried both determination and a hint of relief.
Piccolo focused his gaze.
Written across the surface of the bottle in bright red paint were several shocking words:
Seal Demon King Piccolo
The words themselves seemed to carry a strange power that made Piccolo's very soul tremble.
"Could it be…?" Piccolo's face finally showed true fear.
"Mafuba!" Kami shouted.
He stood up abruptly, his arms moving in a complex pattern before him as he unleashed the legendary technique.
His shout exploded like thunder across the arena.
In the audience, Master Roshi was struck like lightning the moment he heard those words.
He jumped up from his seat.
Behind his sunglasses, his eyes widened in complete shock.
"Mafuba?! How does he know that technique?!"
Beside him, Broly, who had been relaxing the entire time, was momentarily stunned as well.
A sharp light flashed through his eyes.
Without realizing it, he leaned forward slightly, bending his knees as if preparing to rush onto the stage at any moment.
A thought flashed through his mind.
But in the end—
Broly suppressed the impulse.
Hmm… that guy isn't old Roshi.
If he wants to die, that's his business. What does it have to do with me?
…
On the arena stage—
Everything changed instantly.
As Kami shouted, a brilliant and eerie purple energy appeared between his palms.
This wasn't an ordinary energy blast.
The energy formed a spiraling vortex—like a living purple cyclone—emitting a deep, ominous hum.
The spiral grew rapidly.
Rotating faster and faster, it carried an irresistible suction force, like a monstrous beast opening its jaws, rushing toward Piccolo.
But when faced with the legendary sealing technique—
After his initial shock, Piccolo's face twisted into a sinister smile.
"A cheap trick!" Piccolo roared.
Just before the purple spiral engulfed him—
He thrust both arms forward.
A powerful surge of energy burst from his palms.
It was also dark purple—but far more violent and sinister.
"Mafuba… return!" Piccolo shouted with all his strength.
BOOM!
The two energies collided violently in the center of the arena.
But instead of exploding—
The sealing spiral suddenly changed direction.
After hitting Piccolo's energy barrier, it was as if the attack had struck an invisible mirror.
The vortex twisted—
Then reflected.
The purple spiral shot back toward Kami at even greater speed.
"Oh no! It bounced back!" Master Roshi shouted in alarm.
His face turned pale instantly.
"So that's the Mafuba?" Broly said while watching the strange purple energy.
He scratched his wild black hair, looking rather interested.
"That guy… how does he know that technique?"
"Is that really the important part right now?!" Roshi snapped angrily.
He turned toward Broly, veins bulging on his forehead.
Clearly, Broly's completely misplaced curiosity was driving him crazy.
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