Chapter 123: The Unreasonable Instant Transmission
"Defeat me? Hahaha... are you joking?!"
"I am invincible in this world!"
King Piccolo's ears—or rather, the Namekian ears—were incredibly sensitive. No matter how softly Master Mutaito spoke, he could still hear everything.
"Also, I don't like being called a monster. I prefer you all call me 'Great Demon King'… or 'Master'."
At this point in time, King Piccolo wasn't like the version of him from 300 years later, who only wanted to destroy the world. Right now, his desire was to unify the world and become its ruler.
Suddenly, Master Mutaito grabbed Yamcha by the collar and whispered into his ear.
"Take Turtle and Crane and leave. Go to my room at the dojo—there, you'll find ancient techniques passed down for generations."
"If you can master them, you'll be able to defeat him. As for this guy, I'll hold him off!"
Yamcha already knew what technique Master Mutaito was referring to:
The Mafuba—the ultimate sealing technique in the Dragon Ball world. It only appeared in the original Dragon Ball series but resurfaced in Dragon Ball Super, where it was powerful enough to seal away top-tier fighters, even nearly catching Goku Black's counterpart, Zamasu.
However, while the technique was great, this wasn't the time to learn it.
"Sorry, Master Mutaito... I can't agree to that."
Yamcha gently pushed him aside and stepped in front of King Piccolo, pointing at him and glancing back at Mutaito:
"Because..."
"I came here for him from the very beginning."
Let me witness your strength!
The strongest villain from Dragon Ball's original adventure arc—King Piccolo!
"For me?"
Even King Piccolo was stunned upon hearing this.
"Yes. I came to defeat you."
Yamcha said this calmly and confidently.
King Piccolo nearly laughed in disbelief:
"Where did you get that confidence and courage—"
Before he could finish, his face changed. Two crimson laser beams shot from his eyes at lightning speed, aimed directly at Yamcha's chest.
This was one of the favorite techniques of the Demon Clan—fast and lethal.
Unlike Goku, King Piccolo wasn't a martial artist concerned with fairness or honor. He didn't care about sneak attacks. All that mattered was effectiveness.
Unfortunately for him, Yamcha was already prepared. The moment the sneak attack happened, he reacted instantly.
"He vanished?!"
King Piccolo was shocked by Yamcha's response—and even more so by his technique. He immediately focused all his power on sensing Yamcha's location.
Instant Transmission!
The second power developed through the Super Training Box. Compared to telekinesis, this ability was even more practical in combat.
Used in tandem with Za Warudo, the effect was nothing short of overwhelming.
Its only drawback? It couldn't teleport long distances—only within the user's visible range, and ideally in open areas.
Still, in close-range combat, it was an absolutely top-tier technique.
Yamcha hadn't gone far. He reappeared right behind King Piccolo.
While Piccolo was still reeling from the surprise, Yamcha launched his attack:
"Wolf Fang Fist!"
The image of a giant wolf emerged behind him. His hands transformed into claws, viciously slashing at King Piccolo's body.
King Piccolo wasn't like a Digimon with metal armor—his body was flesh and blood. Even with ki covering it, he was still organic.
The slightest touch tore into his skin. Purple blood spurted out, drenching Yamcha's arm.
(Namekian blood is purple, unlike Earthlings'.)
First Layer of Deception: Martial Artist + Esper = Slight Advantage
And Yamcha's Wolf Fang Fist didn't stop there. Following it was an even faster technique:
"Flowing Rock Crusher Fist!"
"HAAH!"
Stung by the blow, King Piccolo chose to regain control by unleashing his full power. A massive shockwave erupted from him, centered on his body.
The closer you were to him, the more damage you'd take.
Of course, it consumed a lot of energy too.
But you had to admit—his decision was quick and precise!
Had he fallen into Yamcha's rhythm, Yamcha could've completely locked him down.
The surging ki shattered the surrounding rocks and spread rapidly. Within just a few breaths, the ground was left completely barren.
"Master, watch out!"
Turtle, Crane, and the other recovering disciples rushed in front of Master Mutaito, combining their remaining strength to create a wall of ki that barely held off the incoming shockwave.
Note: This was just the aftermath of the attack!
Only when facing it head-on did everyone truly feel just how terrifying King Piccolo's power was.
An overwhelming force that induced despair.
King Piccolo left a deep, fearsome impression on all of Mutaito's disciples.
"Let's go! We need to get further away!"
Mutaito said to Turtle and Crane, who were supporting him:
"We can't drag him down here."
Martial artists were fast. Even while injured, in just a few seconds they were able to retreat a good distance away.
"All the nuisances have finally cleared out."
But as King Piccolo said this, he was still scanning for Yamcha's presence.
Though Instant Transmission was fast, it still transferred energy along with the body. And King Piccolo's mastery of ki sensing was among the best in the world.
Unless Yamcha kept using Concealment techniques, his energy signature would give him away.
Soon enough, Piccolo located his target.
"Found you!"
He turned sharply, raised his right hand at a 45-degree angle, spread his fingers, and forcefully thrust forward.
Demon Wave!
(The prototype of his son Piccolo Jr.'s Special Beam Cannon.)
"HAH!!"
A massive red beam engulfed Yamcha.
But King Piccolo didn't stop there. He fired beam after beam in rapid succession from his hands.
If a certain M-shaped Saiyan prince saw this 300 years later, he'd exclaim how similar it was to his own strategy—
The Prince's Barrage!
Endless energy blasts rained down like a storm, blasting crater after crater into the already ravaged ground.
"That should've killed him," King Piccolo muttered, breathing heavily.
Even someone as powerful as him felt the strain of unleashing dozens of energy blasts.
Then he sensed something that sent chills down his spine.
His opponent's ki was still there!
And not the slightest bit weaker!
Impossible!
Even he couldn't take that many hits unscathed—unless the opponent was stronger than him!
But in truth, Yamcha wasn't stronger than King Piccolo—at least not based on the power he'd shown so far.
The reason his energy hadn't weakened at all was simple...
None of the attacks hit him.
Just like the famous line:
"If a person is killed, they die."
If you don't land a hit—they won't weaken.
(End of Chapter)