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Chapter 381: Sweating Bullets, Tien Shinhan Cries Foul
To her senses, the bald man before her was holding a constantly expanding "miniature sun"!
"Ka... me... ha... me... HA!!!"
With a resounding roar, Krillin thrust both palms forward!
BOOM—!!!
A massive blue beam, over two meters in diameter, roared toward Piccolo with world-destroying momentum!
Wherever the beam passed, the air ionized instantly, leaving behind the acrid stench of ozone. That terrifying density of energy was ten times more condensed than Kizaru's "Yasakani no Magatama"!
"A cheap parlor trick!" Piccolo merely sneered.
Without dodging or evading, he extended a single hand, condensing a sphere of purple energy in his palm. With a seemingly casual wave, he swatted it away. "Get lost!"
BANG!
The two energies collided violently high in the air. A massive fireball instantly devoured a hundred-meter radius of the sky. The blinding light forced the spectators to instinctively shut their eyes.
Even Imu had to narrow her eyes, activating her Haki to shield her body.
But the very next second, an even more shocking scene unfolded!
Within the smoke of the explosion, the blue ki blast that should have dissipated inexplicably split in two. Like twin serpents, they carved an erratic arc through the air, completely bypassing Piccolo's defenses, and slammed ruthlessly into his back!
RUMBLE!!
Caught completely off guard, Piccolo was smashed into the ground like a meteorite, cratering deep into the arena floor.
Rubble flew. Dust billowed. The entire stadium plunged into a deathly silence.
A moment later, deafening cheers erupted!
"Beautifully done, Krillin!!"
"That was so cool! He can actually make the ki blast turn?!"
Listening to the cheers of the mortals around her, Imu sat rigidly in her seat, as if petrified. Her gaze was locked onto the little bald man slowly floating back down to the ground.
Her mind reeled with shock.
That kind of energy... he can actually control it remotely after it leaves his body?! How was that even physically possible?! Is it purely through the perception and manipulation of "Ki"?
"If..." Imu's fingers trembled. A tremor born of absolute, intoxicating excitement. "If I could master this kind of power... combined with my immortal constitution... combined with my top-tier Haki... then wouldn't I be able to..."
Rumble...
The smoke on the arena finally cleared. The previously arrogant Piccolo now stood amidst the rubble, looking rather disheveled.
Even though he had won, and the little bald man without a nose had already collapsed and conceded, there was not a shred of joy of victory on Piccolo's face. There was only a sickening sense of disgust and profound annoyance.
"Tch... is this what humans are capable of?" Piccolo spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
That little bald man was clearly far inferior in strength, yet by relying on those damn tactics and a homing ki blast, he had forced Piccolo to show his true abilities. It was an absolute disgrace!
"The winner—Majunior, Magetta!!"
The announcer's hoarse roar echoed throughout the stadium. The audience erupted into a tidal wave of applause.
Even in defeat, the short man named Krillin had earned everyone's respect.
Except for... the figure sitting in the corner.
"Is it... over?"
Imu remained seated, her posture completely unchanged. Beneath her hood, her Rinnegan coldly watched Krillin being carried off the field.
While the homing energy wave had indeed caught her eye, that was the extent of it. In the face of absolute power, such flashy gimmicks were nothing more than the futile struggles of the weak.
If it had been her, before that green monster's fist could even touch her, his mind would have been shattered by her Conqueror's Haki.
"Next match! Let's welcome the fighters for our next match!" The announcer wiped the sweat from his forehead, glancing at the roster in his hand with a suddenly strange expression. "Uh... this contestant's name only has one word. Let's welcome—Imu! And her opponent, the champion of the previous martial arts tournament—Tien Shinhan!!"
WAAAAAH—!!
The crowd's cheers instantly reached a fever pitch.
Tien Shinhan! The powerful martial artist with three eyes! In the last tournament, he was the man who had defeated the freakishly strong Goku!
"Oh? Is it my turn?"
Imu slowly stood up. Her movements were elegant and deliberate. Her pitch-black robes seemed entirely out of place under the bright sun.
She didn't vault into the ring like the other contestants. Instead, she pushed off lightly with her toes. She drifted to the center of the arena like a weightless phantom, landing without kicking up a single speck of dust.
"Hm?"
Standing opposite her, Tien Shinhan furrowed his brows deeply. His third eye snapped wide open, locking onto the hooded freak before him.
So cold. So evil.
Unlike the Great Demon King Piccolo, he couldn't feel any explosive 'Ki' radiating from this person. Instead, it was a suffocating, deathly presence—as chilling and silent as the abyss! It felt like standing in front of a corpse that had lived for countless years!
"You..." Tien Shinhan fell into his opening stance, every muscle in his body pulled taut to the extreme. Cold sweat trailed down his temples.
His intuition as a top-tier martial artist was screaming alarms. Extreme danger!
"Who are you?"
Imu didn't answer. She merely stood there in silence, not even bothering to pull her hands from her robes. Her Rinnegan swept over Tien Shinhan's body with a haughty, dismissive gaze.
"Three eyes..." Imu's voice was slightly raspy, carrying a hint of amusement. "Is it the product of a genetic mutation? Or... is this also a symbol of some kind of power?"
In the One Piece world, the Three-Eye Tribe was rare, but not non-existent. Big Mom's crazy daughter Pudding was one of them. It was said that upon awakening, they could read memories. She wondered if this three-eyed freak had any special abilities.
"I hope you can bring me a little surprise."
That sheer arrogance—completely disregarding her opponent—instantly infuriated the proud martial artist.
"Don't look down on people!" Tien Shinhan roared.
His aura erupted violently! A blazing white ki aura instantly engulfed his entire body like a raging fire! Since he couldn't see through her, he would strike first!
Swish!
Tien Shinhan vanished from his spot.
So fast! Gasps echoed from the stands.
But through Imu's Observation Haki, this speed was like watching a slow-motion replay.
"Too slow." Imu tilted her head slightly, not even shifting her feet a fraction of an inch.
Whoosh!
A fist wrapped in terrifying gale-force winds grazed the very edge of her hood.
Tien Shinhan's pupils shrank. She dodged it? That easily?!
Refusing to believe it, he twisted his waist, sweeping his right leg out like a battleaxe aimed straight at Imu's side. It was a kick powerful enough to shatter solid rock!
Yet, Imu merely leaned back slightly. Her movement was so casual, it was as if she were taking a leisurely stroll in her own backyard.
No matter how fierce or relentless Tien Shinhan's onslaught became, he couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes!
"Is... is this the power of a god?" Krillin watched from the sidelines, utterly dumbfounded. "That person in the black robes... isn't using Ki at all! She's purely just dodging! And..."
A grave expression settled over Goku's normally innocent face. "And, it looks like she can see the future."
Indeed. It was Future Sight! Top-tier Observation Haki!
A full second before Tien Shinhan even threw a punch, Imu already knew exactly where it would land. This overwhelming intelligence advantage—like a dimensional strike—made the battle look like an adult toying with a toddler.
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