Chapter 124 – The Death of the Great Demon King Piccolo

Chapter 124 – The Death of the Great Demon King Piccolo

We must praise, once again, the utterly unreasonable nature of Doraemon's secret gadgets.

Instant Transmission actually consumes no stamina at all. As long as Yamcha has the thought, it activates—so every one of the Great Demon King Piccolo's tactical moves was completely dodged by Yamcha using Instant Transmission.

However, the Great Demon King Piccolo had no idea this was happening.

And Yamcha had no intention of giving him time to figure it out.

Instant Transmission activated again, and Yamcha instantly closed in on Piccolo. His fists carved streamlined arcs through the air.

"Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist!"

A technique specialized for fighting humanoid creatures!

Yamcha's fists landed on Piccolo's body with incredible speed.

All Piccolo could do now was defend.

If there were a commentator narrating nearby, it'd definitely be: "Ora ora ora ora!"

In theory, close combat wasn't supposed to be a weak point for Piccolo.

The Kami (God) was a powerful martial artist before becoming the deity, and Piccolo—being the embodiment of Kami's evil thoughts—was also a martial artist. However, when facing this style of martial arts from another world used by Yamcha, he was clearly struggling.

To the abdomen—elbow strike! Elbow strike! Elbow strike!

Yamcha, that sneaky guy, kept targeting Piccolo's kidneys.

That's a kidney punch!

Who knows if it'll cause problems the next time Piccolo tries to "lay an egg."

Yamcha grew more fluent in his strikes with each blow—faster, stronger. That's the terrifying nature of Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist: once you get into the rhythm, it's like stacking buffs nonstop, getting stronger the longer the fight goes on, especially effective against humanoid enemies.

Yamcha was enjoying himself, but Piccolo was getting more and more shaken.

After easily defeating the world's top fighter, Master Mutaito, he thought the world was within his grasp. But then this guy appeared from who knows where and actually possessed power that could rival his own.

"No! I can't let him live! He must die!"

"Even if it costs me some of my life, I must defeat him!"

Piccolo's killing intent erupted, and he unleashed a massive explosion centered on himself, forcing Yamcha back.

Gasping slightly for breath, Piccolo extended one finger.

"One minute! I'll kill you within one minute!"

"You're the first opponent to make me take things this seriously. But don't think this level is enough to defeat me. It's time for you humans to witness the terror of the Great Demon King!"

His entire body was now shrouded in a sinister aura. His green bald head bulged with worm-like veins, and his aura kept rising.

Even from a distance, the terrifying power made Master Mutaito's heart pound with fear.

"Is this something a human can even reach?"

Earth's martial artists have a common but unusual trait:

Hidden power levels.

This differs from the fixed battle power of most creatures in the universe. If a being has a power level of 1,000, that's all they can show. But martial artists, when exploding with full force, can far exceed their normal battle power.

Tien Shinhan's Tri-Beam can exceed 180 power level, but just one blast leaves him drained. Master Roshi, in his muscle form at full power, could push the moon (as patched in DBZ canon—Roshi pushed the moon, while Piccolo blew it up).

According to official stats, Piccolo's base power level is 260. So in full rage mode?

It would definitely surpass Tien's Tri-Beam, at the very least.

"Is this your strongest form?"

Yet Yamcha seemed completely unaffected by Piccolo's surging aura, keeping a calm expression.

"Then I'll show you a bit of my true ability."

Ripple Energy Technique!

Arcs of electricity-like energy began flickering across Yamcha's body, every muscle surging with power—this was Ripple Energy, the ultimate in physical enhancement.

If Yamcha dyed his hair blonde and wore some colored contacts, he might actually look like a Super Saiyan 2.

Piccolo attacked almost at the same time. The two moved with speed far beyond the ordinary, and when their fists collided, Piccolo's face showed shock.

"He blocked it?! Impossible!"

"How can a mere human block my strength?!"

Yamcha, on the other hand, wasn't surprised at all.

His theory had been correct.

Nen, Qi, and Chi (炁)—though different in form—were fundamentally similar and complementary. Combining them resulted in a synergistic effect. Especially the Chi, which continuously tempered Yamcha's body, opening the door to a higher level of power. Alongside the Ripple Breathing technique, it vastly increased his physical strength.

Just a short time of training brought results equivalent to years of hard training in the early Dragon Ball series.

Compared to training with just Qi alone, it was many times more efficient.

In an extremely short time, Yamcha had reached a level equal to Piccolo.

But he didn't let it make him arrogant. Once the story advanced to the Dragon Ball Z era, this kind of power advantage would disappear.

Still, Yamcha's puzzle wasn't complete yet. Two major pieces were missing: burst power and energy capacity.

"Pfft!"

A heavy punch landed squarely in Piccolo's abdomen. Purple blood burst out uncontrollably. Piccolo clutched his stomach, staggering back, his eyes bulging.

No matter how he wracked his brain, he couldn't comprehend how his plan to conquer the world ended before it even truly began.

It was over.

Yamcha calmly watched Piccolo.

He was injured. His aura had weakened considerably.

He had no chance of winning.

"Wait… Don't kill me. I know a lot of secrets about this world…"

Piccolo collapsed to the ground, his aura greatly diminished. He no longer resembled the mighty Demon King. As Yamcha approached, Piccolo started begging.

"I'll do anything if you spare me."

He didn't want to die! He had only just arrived in this world! There was still so much he hadn't experienced!

From the moment he split from Kami, Piccolo had only then truly been born.

If it were his son, Piccolo Jr., maybe Yamcha would have accepted him like Mewtwo or BlackWarGreymon. But unfortunately, he was different.

As the embodiment of Kami's evil, he was pure evil.

"Die!"

Sensing Yamcha's hesitation, Piccolo immediately launched a sneak attack, spitting out a red energy beam aimed directly at Yamcha's chest.

Fsshhh—

The beam passed through Yamcha's body effortlessly—but before Piccolo could celebrate, the image of Yamcha vanished.

Afterimage Technique.

Someone like Piccolo, even if you made him a subordinate, would only fear your power temporarily. The moment he saw an opportunity, he'd rebel.

Yamcha wasn't some savior of evil people, nor did he want to be. He had no reason to keep someone like Piccolo alive.

In the Heavenly Realm, Kami looked at his fading body and spoke slowly:

"Maybe this is for the best…"

Piccolo had died—killed by Yamcha. As two halves of one being, Kami could not escape the same fate.

"Mr. Popo... before I disappear, there are a few things I must entrust to you..."

Would killing Piccolo cause Kami to vanish too?

Yamcha didn't care. This wasn't his world, after all.

(End of Chapter)

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