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"If you think you can do it, come on and give it a try!" Piccolo grinned.

"boom!"

The next second, his feet stomped on the ground, and countless cracks as dense as spider webs extended under Piccolo's feet.

This scene caused the pupils of countless contestants of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament who had participated in the promotion matches to shrink.

That is the fighting arena for the world's number one martial arts tournament.

They had tested it and found that even a full-strength attack from the Third God could not hurt it at all, but now, Piccolo just stepped on it with force and actually created a crack.

What a terrifying power this is.

"Monster, an absolute monster!" Some third-generation gods who were eliminated in the top sixty-four were filled with relief at this moment.

If they faced Piccolo, the odds would be 19-10, with the opponent splitting nine times in an instant.

"boom!"

However, the next second, a surprising scene appeared. Piccolo, who was attacking Atto, was blocked with one hand by cannon fodder B, who looked like a warm-hearted man, the moment he made his move.

"I haven't even said start yet!"

The smile on Cannon Fodder B's face disappeared and he gave Piccolo a cold look.

"Sorry, I forgot!" The two looked at each other for a while, and finally Piccolo lowered his head first.

This scene was seen by all the viewers in the Super God Universe.

"Hiss~ Piccolo, who is so strong, actually bowed his head?"

"Fuck, there are actually experts out there!"

In the Palace of the Angel King, Kesha stood up directly from the throne.

She has fought against the previous generation of Lord Piccolo head-on, and in today's Super God Universe, no one knows Piccolo's power better than her.

Kesha's eyes were fixed on cannon fodder B in the sky.

She can make Piccolo bow his head, so her strength is very likely not weaker than that of a god!

…………

"This will never happen again!"

Cannon Fodder B gave a cold warning.

"If it was just a passerby this time, you would be dead!"

"No way? That funny guy named Passerby?" Ge Xiaolun, who was watching the game on Earth, spoke up.

As a special guest, he had the honor to face Passerby A, but he did not feel any strong demeanor from him. At most, he was a little thicker-skinned than ordinary people, and his professional qualities as a host were a little stronger.

Liu Chuang took a puff of his cigarette. "To be the host of the world's number one martial arts tournament, he must be extraordinary. I had guessed this a long time ago, but I didn't expect him to be so strong!"

"But this is also a good thing." Liu Chuang said suddenly.

"Ah, why is this a good thing?" Rui Mengmeng asked stupidly.

Zhao Xin stood up and took the cigarette handed to him by Liu Chuang.

"Because even a referee is so strong, doesn't the effect of the dragon ball have more authenticity?"

"I see!"

Turn your gaze back to the sky.

After Piccolo stood up again, Cannon Fodder B stood between the two of them, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and his palms were raised high.

"Next, I announce that the first match of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament, the top 32 qualifying match, Piccolo vs. Atto, is officially..."

"... Start!" With a fierce wave of his hand, the figure of Cannon Fodder B disappeared instantly.

"boom!"

Almost at the moment when cannon fodder B disappeared, Piccolo rushed in front of Atto.

He clenched his fist, carrying blue-purple gaseous energy, and fiercely slammed it towards Atuo's temple.

"boom!"

Atuo bent one arm to block, and with his other right hand, he raised a long sword, like a swimming dragon, drawing a powerful arc in the air, and stabbed at Piccolo's face at a tricky angle.

"boom!"

However, although the idea was good, Atuo still underestimated the gap in hard power between the two.

Faced with Piccolo's powerful punch, Atto was unable to resist at all. With just one kick, Piccolo broke his forearm.

With the sound of bone cracking, Piccolo's fist hit Atto's temple hard through his broken arm.

"boom!!"

A terrifying gust of air spread out from the center of the collision between the two men and moved behind Atuo.

For a moment, the ground of the fighting arena, which was strong enough to withstand the full-strength attack of the Third Generation God without any damage, was blasted with a crack several meters deep by Piccolo's fist.

"Monster...monster, how can we possibly defeat this!" Someone in front of the screen was so frightened by Piccolo's terrifying strength that he collapsed to the ground.

"boom!!"

With just one blow, Piccolo's body was deformed.

It continued to fly farther along the surface of the fighting arena, and in just a moment it flew backwards for dozens of kilometers until it hit a rockery and stopped.

“Indigenous people are indigenous people!”

Looking at the motionless Atuo, Piccolo arrogantly made a thumbs-down gesture to the void.

This action made the audience in front of the screen furious.

Even Kesa, who had a very high level of patience, couldn't help but frown at this moment.

"Do you think I can't lift a knife anymore? How dare you act so arrogantly?"

"The battle is not over yet!"

A voice came from the smoke-filled rockery, interrupting Piccolo who was constantly provoking the audience.

"Hey, he's not dead. He's actually stronger than those rubbish, but only to a limited extent!"

Piccolo looked a little surprised when he heard Atto's voice.

As the smoke cleared, Atuo, his face covered in blood, appeared in everyone's sight.

Faced with the dislocated arm, Atuo reconnected it with an indifferent expression, tore off a piece of cloth from his body, and tied the silver sword to his arm.

While entangled, it kept getting closer to Piccolo.

"When I was weak, I had just been injected with the super soldier gene. The old veteran told me that when a newcomer fights for the first time, he will not be able to hold the long sword in his hand. In order to avoid this situation, the hilt of the sword is usually fixed to the palm."

"When I first heard this, I was full of disdain. I thought I was a strong person and would not make such a low-level mistake, but in the end I was wrong!"

"When you go to the battlefield for the first time, when the gushing blood sprinkles your face, when your vision is covered by fire and blood, after fighting for days and nights, your exhausted body will make you give up the long sword that you rely on to survive on the battlefield."

"I eventually made this mistake. The price I paid was that the old soldier who told me I needed to tie the hilt of the sword died in front of me to save me. At that time, the queen did not have the technology to revive the demon, so he was gone forever."

"I have always kept him in my heart, but later... I became stronger, and gradually, my sword handle no longer needed to be wrapped around it!"

"Oh, so what do you want to say?" Piccolo asked.

Atuo raised his head and raised the long sword wrapped in cloth in his hand above his forehead.

"Thank you for reminding me of those days."

"So... next, please give me your guidance!"

"boom!"

As the last word fell, Atuo's spirit and energy changed, and he completely integrated into the identity of a god warrior.

The orange-yellow sun disk energy continued to rush out of Atto's body.

In just a moment, an illusory small sun disk formed in the sky above the fighting arena.

"boom!"

The next second, a ray of light from the illusory sun disk shone on Atuo.

Cannon Fodder B's excited voice sounded.

"Could this be the legendary..."

“Ascension!!”