Pikkon raised his palm, and after infusing it with energy, the edge of his hand became as sharp as a knife. With a swish, he slashed toward Bardock's chest.
As a Saiyan who had experienced countless bloody battles, Bardock possessed a combat mindset difficult for ordinary people to comprehend. He ignored the hand blade chopping toward his chest, allowing the opponent to leave a dripping crimson wound on his torso. Instead, he reached out, grabbed Pikkon's shoulder guard, and then used the strength of both hands to lift the opponent over his head before violently throwing him to the ground.
With a loud boom, before the smoke and dust could even settle, he leaped high into the air, diving down to smash his elbow into Pikkon's lumbar vertebrae.
The two explosions occurred almost simultaneously. His elbow smashed a large, spiderweb-covered crater into the exceptionally sturdy arena floor, but Pikkon, whom he thought would be hit, had long since drifted lightly to the side.
The West Galaxy martial artist was a bit excited. Leaving an afterimage in place, his body swayed, and he arrived silently at Bardock's rear flank, launching a flying kick fiercely aimed at the Saiyan's ribs.
Half a second before impact, Bardock dropped his arm to block the kick. Then, unleashing brute force, he grabbed Pikkon's leg with both hands, spun him around more than ten times, and with a loud shout, threw him out.
"Beautiful! Contestant Bardock from the North Galaxy has undoubtedly gained the upper hand! Big guys also have big wisdom; the situation for Contestant Pikkon from the West Galaxy is getting worse and worse," Ino commented, mixing truth with fiction.
The West Kai stomped his feet on the high platform. "Nonsense! With which eye did you see him gaining the upper hand? Do you understand combat at all? You referee, you're too corrupt!"
Ino turned a deaf ear.
The West Kai's vision was too small; his eyes were fixed only on this match. Ino's mind had long since run off to the Tournament of Power. Biased refereeing? That was exactly right! To ensure their universe's victory, what the Tournament of Power needed was not fairness and justice.
The fierce struggle between dragon and tiger, coupled with Ino's "commentary," caused the match to enter a heated state right from the start.
Bardock rampaged about; it was the typical Saiyan fighting style. What stood out was a single word: reckless charge!
As a genius martial artist of the West Galaxy, Pikkon's own skills had long integrated the strengths of various schools. Every gesture and movement carried a unique charm belonging to martial arts; it was a tenacity ingrained into his very bones.
Looking at Vegeta, one would know that the Saiyan fighting method is actually very simple. As a low-class warrior, Bardock had no access to profound martial arts at all; his combat abilities were all honed between life and death.
Simple, efficient, and lethal.
Ask him to explain the philosophy of martial arts? He couldn't say a single word, but he knew how to fight.
The movements of both men were extremely fast. The spectator stands were silent, awed by this high-frequency fighting style.
Ino had long learned the lessons from the World Martial Arts Tournament. She had set up high-definition cameras beside the ring. Although called cameras, these things were essentially black technology, containing not only scientific technology but also some biotechnology.
The movements of the two were captured by the cameras and then slowed down so that the audience in the stands wouldn't be staring blankly at empty air.
"Hiss? This uncle is really amazing!"
"Grandpa, do your best!"
Gohan and Krillin were also watching the match from the stands.
They looked at the center of the ring from time to time, and then at the camera "replay" on the side. After being trained by Bardock for more than half a month in an environment of 100 times gravity, Gohan's strength growth was extremely obvious.
However, his combat experience was still too little, and some details required Krillin's help to explain.
"Grandpa will definitely win!" Gohan said with particular seriousness when Krillin described Pikkon's profound martial arts attainments.
"This... actually, they look about the same." Krillin scratched his face. In terms of closeness, he certainly hoped Bardock would win.
But as a martial artist, he felt that Pikkon fought more beautifully, while Bardock was too reckless, too violent.
What Gohan said next stunned him.
"Grandpa is a Super Saiyan; he will definitely win!"
"Super Saiyan? What is that?"
On the ring, Bardock was unable to breach Pikkon's defense for a long time. After shaking off some unfavorable factors, the martial artist's trait of a mind like still water activated, and his defense became watertight.
Saiyans stressed the approach of getting everything done in one vigorous effort. If the first three axe strokes couldn't take down the enemy, they would be in trouble.
A martial artist like Pikkon was very good at defeating the strong with weakness and striking after the enemy had moved. Bardock's initial fierce attack, coupled with the interference from Ino's side, made it a bit difficult for him to cope, but after gradually adapting, the advantage of his enduring stamina began to show.
"You are a strong opponent, but in order to see those unlucky sons of mine, I must defeat you. Sorry," Bardock said solemnly.
Pikkon glanced overhead; there was no moon here on Grand Kai's Planet.
He asked very gently, "Are you going to use the Saiyan's Great Ape transformation? Do we need to pause the match? I can wait for you."
"I don't need that kind of transformation." Bardock's gaze was incredibly focused.
Bardock's words seemed to send out a signal. The Supreme Kai, Grand Kai, and Ino in the center of the stands all looked over in unison.
Ordinary spectators could only watch the excitement, but they could see the heart, see the massive energy eruption at the cellular level.
Bardock first kept his spiritual world in a state of extreme calm, and then used the emotion of anger to shatter that calm, thereby obtaining an instantaneous explosive growth in energy.
He gave a loud shout, and his whole body was shrouded in golden aura. The invisible pressure shattered the ring beneath his feet, and spiderweb-like cracks continued to spread in all directions. Bardock was already very skilled at the Super Saiyan transformation. He once again calmed his anger, maintaining his state of mind in a relatively stable condition. As the smoke and dust dispersed, his hair and eyebrows had all turned gold, and his pupils had turned light green.
"Wah!" Ino suddenly yelled, startling Pikkon.
The voice of a certain referee abruptly became extremely high-pitched.
"Super Saiyan! This is the legendary Super Saiyan! The Super Warrior said to appear only once every thousand years in legends! Bardock, Bardock has done it! Don't give the West Galaxy people any chance! The great Saiyan warrior! He has inherited the glorious traditions of the Saiyans! Yamoshi, King Vegeta, Toma, Selypa, and Totepo are possessing his body at this very moment! Bardock represents the long history of the Saiyans! At this moment, he is not fighting alone! He is not alone!"
The names Yamoshi and King Vegeta didn't affect Bardock much, but hearing the names of his former comrades—Toma and Selypa—Bardock felt that his transformation this time was unusually perfect. The golden aura was thirty percent stronger than usual, and there was even a trend of exceeding his limits!
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