One Piece: Dungeon Shop. Scamming Garp, Reward: Eight-Tails Jinchuriki-Chapter 389: Piccolo Enters, the Demon King Crushes

Chapter 389: Chapter 389: Piccolo Enters, the Demon King Crushes

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Chapter 389: Piccolo Enters, the Demon King Crushes

The blonde announcer’s voice echoed over the ruins, still shaking with the tremor of a man who had narrowly escaped death.

"T-Then... according to the tournament brackets..."

"Match two of the Tenkaichi Budokai finals!"

"Featuring... the winner of the last match... the black contestant!"

"Versus—"

"Contestant Majunior!!"

As his voice faded, a dead silence fell over the crowd.

Imu slowly turned around. Her crimson Rinnegan locked onto the figure standing on the far side of the ring.

It was a tall, imposing man with emerald-green skin and two antennae sprouting from his head.

He wore a purple martial arts uniform draped beneath a heavy white cape. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his expression as cold and indifferent as ten-thousand-year-old ice.

"Heh."

A mocking sneer pulled at the corner of Imu’s mouth.

"Another piece of trash stepping up to die."

In her eyes, this green-skinned freak—aside from his larger frame—possessed an aura even weaker than that three-eyed human’s.

Thoroughly unimpressive.

Down in the audience, however, Goku’s eyes instantly lit up!

"It’s Piccolo!"

He vibrated with excitement, leaning forward as his eyes locked onto the ring.

"This guy is super, super strong!"

Imu caught Goku’s muttering, and her disdain only deepened.

How strong could someone this wild monkey called "strong" really be?

Piccolo completely ignored Imu’s glare, not even bothering to waste a single syllable on her.

He simply unfolded his arms.

Then, he unclasped the heavy cape from his shoulders.

He casually tossed it off the ring.

Whoosh—

The seemingly weightless white fabric arched through the air.

BOOM!!!

A deafening crash!

The solid earth shattered, caving in to form a crater several meters wide beneath the cape!

Smoke plumed into the air, and crushed rock pelted outward!

The entire venue shook violently!

The sneer frozen on Imu’s face cracked.

Her top-tier Observation Haki shrieked in alarm!

That cape...

That cape weighed hundreds of kilograms, at the very least!

This green-skinned freak had been fighting while wearing that!?

The meager energy he had displayed earlier wasn’t even a fraction of his true power!

"Warm-up is over."

Piccolo finally spoke, his voice gravelly and freezing cold.

He rolled his shoulders, and a series of explosive pops echoed from his bones.

An aura exponentially more terrifying than before erupted from his body!

It wasn’t Haki.

It was pure, hyper-condensed life energy!

"Damn it!"

Imu cursed under her breath.

She knew she had underestimated him.

She couldn’t give him an opening!

Swish!

Imu vanished from her spot, blurring into a black streak that tore straight toward Piccolo!

The air ripped apart, screaming in her wake!

She splayed her fingers, her nails turning pitch black as they were coated in the absolute pinnacle of Armament Haki. Like the claws of a phantom, she aimed straight for Piccolo’s throat!

She put everything into this strike!

She was going to crush this arrogant freak’s windpipe to dust!

However.

Facing a lethal attack that could shred through solid steel, Piccolo didn’t even bat an eye.

He stood there, perfectly still, like a stone statue.

In the exact millisecond before Imu’s claws could graze his skin...

Piccolo moved.

There was no telegraphing, no wasted motion.

He simply shifted his torso slightly.

With an elegance bordering on the supernatural, he cleanly slipped past Imu’s phantom claws.

At the exact same moment.

His long right leg swung upward like a battleaxe. Slicing through the air with a howl, it slammed brutally into Imu’s ribs!

Too fast!

Imu’s Observation Haki had predicted the strike, but her body couldn’t react in time!

CRACK—!!!

The sickening crunch of shattering bone echoed crisply across the silent arena!

"Gahhh!!"

Imu let out an agonized groan.

Like she had been hit by a bullet train, her body was launched sideways like a black cannonball, skipping across the ground for hundreds of meters!

Boom!

She smashed into a pile of distant rubble, kicking up a massive cloud of dust.

The entire stadium was dead silent.

One move.

Just one move.

The black monster who had seemed so invincible moments ago, who had pushed Tien Shinhan to the absolute brink—had her bones shattered by a single kick from the green-skinned man!

"How... how is this possible..."

Imu scrambled out of the rubble.

The left side of her torso had completely caved in, forming a grotesque, unnatural dent.

The black substance surged frantically, trying to repair her shattered ribs, but the regeneration was dreadfully slow.

Pain. Agonizing, bone-deep pain!

Since arriving in this world, this was the first time she had felt such pure, unadulterated physical agony!

She dared not underestimate him again.

"ROAR—!!!"

Imu tipped her head back and unleashed an inhuman howl.

The black matter coating her body boiled violently like hot oil.

Her frame rapidly expanded and warped!

In the blink of an eye, the towering, five-meter-tall Hell Demon God, complete with demonic horns and a spiked tail, descended once more!

Piccolo finally looked at her directly.

Within those icy eyes, there was a flash of undisguised disappointment.

"All flash and no substance."

"With ki this pathetic, you dare call yourself a god in my presence?"

"You are insulting the very word."

Piccolo’s tone was flat, yet it sliced into Imu’s arrogant pride like the sharpest blade!

"You’re courting death!!!"

Imu completely lost her mind.

The arrow-like tail thrashing behind her whipped forward!

Dozens of even thicker, more horrifying black tentacles exploded from her back!

Wrapped tightly around every single tentacle was a crackling web of black-and-red lightning!

Conqueror’s Haki Coating!

It was the ultimate authority of the King of the World!

Dozens of tentacles, laced with Emperor-class Haki, descended upon Piccolo like a forest of death, blotting out the sun!

Faced with this world-ending barrage, Piccolo simply raised his right hand.

Palm facing upward, his five fingers splayed out.

A spiraling sphere of green energy, radiating absolute destruction, rapidly condensed in the center of his palm!

"Go."

Piccolo gave it a light push.

The green energy sphere drifted casually toward the incoming forest of black tentacles.

Right before impact...

Hum—!

The sphere detonated mid-air, splitting into hundreds of smaller energy bullets!

Like they had eyes of their own, each bullet carved a jagged, impossible arc through the sky, flawlessly striking every single incoming black tentacle!

Hellzone Grenade!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A deafening chain of explosions ripped through the sky like apocalyptic fireworks!

The terrifying shockwaves shredded the clouds above into wisps of nothingness!

Imu’s proud Conqueror’s Haki Coating proved as fragile as wet paper before that pure, concentrated energy blast. It was instantly annihilated!

The smoke slowly cleared.

A miserable figure remained standing amidst the ruined ring.

Imu dropped to one knee, gasping violently for air.

Her massive Demon God physique was riddled with scorched holes. The largest one sat directly over her chest.

Black blood poured steadily from the wound.

Her regenerative abilities were working overtime, but the speed was drastically slower than before.

Piccolo slowly walked toward her.

Every footstep felt like it was stomping directly on Imu’s heart.

He stopped right in front of her, looking down at this so-called "god."

Then.

Piccolo slowly raised his right hand.

Pressing his index and middle fingers together, he touched them to his forehead.

Bzzzt...

An energy signature a hundred times more terrifying than the last began to pool at his fingertips.

Golden electricity danced wildly around his fingers.

It was a spiral of death capable of piercing through anything in creation!

Special Beam Cannon!

Imu’s crimson Rinnegan shrank to the size of pinpricks!

Her Observation Haki was screaming!

Her soul was trembling!

It was the omen of inevitable death!

An inescapable judgment!

Zzz-zap—!!!

A condensed, spiraling beam of golden light tore through the void like a spear of divine punishment!

It pierced right through her Armament Haki defenses.

It pierced right through her Demon God form constructed from Devil Fruit power.

And finally, it pierced cleanly through the core origin that served as her center of power!

Squelch!

Time seemed to freeze.

Imu went rigid.

She slowly looked down at her chest. There, sitting perfectly centered, was a bowl-sized hole with completely smooth edges.

Looking straight through the hole, she could see the collapsed buildings far in the distance.

Her proud immortal body had been completely nullified by a single strike.

The black substance retreated rapidly, washing away like a receding tide.

Her colossal Demon God form collapsed back into the tall, slender figure.

"Urgh..."

Imu crashed to her knees, vomiting mouthfuls of blood. Her eyes were completely clouded with disbelief and confusion.

Piccolo slowly lowered his fingers.

A wisp of smoke trailed from the tips.

He stared down at the "god" bleeding out at his feet and coldly spat out two words.

"Too weak."

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