Kryptonians: Man of Steel

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Piccolo immediately sensed Cell's change of intention.

He calmly assumed a fighting stance, locking his aura onto Cell, and became fully alert.

Although he may be slightly weaker than Piccolo after they merge, he is still a battle-hardened warrior and will never sit idly by and wait to die.

"Your opponent is me!"

Piccolo growled, how could he allow Cell to act recklessly?

He sprang up again, shooting towards Cell like a green lightning bolt. His fists transformed into a barrage of punches, engulfing Cell like a sudden storm, attempting to completely distract Cell with a dense barrage of attacks.

Cell has collected fighting data from numerous martial artists, making his combat skills extremely comprehensive. He displayed astonishing adaptability in the face of Piccolo's fierce attacks.

Sometimes it would use its hard arm guards to block heavy punches, producing a clanging sound of metal clashing.
Sometimes it twists and turns like a water snake with its supple movements to avoid the sharp leg whips; occasionally it can seize the slightest opening and launch a fierce counterattack with its carapace-covered knees or elbows.

His techniques blend the characteristics of Turtle School, Crane School, and even some more unorthodox styles, making them bizarre and difficult to deal with.

"boom!"

Cell seized an opening and delivered a powerful side kick that struck Piccolo's crossed arm, sending Piccolo staggering back several steps.

But Piccolo remained as steady as a rock, instantly releasing the force, causing the ground beneath his feet to shatter, and his fighting spirit intensified.

"It's no use, Piccolo!"

During a lull in the intense back-and-forth, Cell attempted to distract his opponent with words.

"My database is constantly updating your combat patterns! Every attack you make helps me understand you better! Your defeat is only a matter of time!"

As he spoke, his tail, like a venomous snake, silently tried to slip into Bick's blind spot.

Bick remained unmoved and instead intensified his attack.

He feigned a powerful punch at Cell's face, and in the instant Cell tilted his head back to dodge, his other hand shot out with lightning speed, precisely grabbing Cell's wrist as his tail stealthily reached out again!

"Hmph! Trying to use the same trick twice?"

Piccolo's five fingers tightened like iron clamps, and his powerful grip twisted Cell's tail suction cups.

For the first time, Cell's face showed obvious pain and anger.

His tail is a key organ for absorption, but it is also one of the relatively vulnerable parts.

He suddenly pulled back with force, while his other hand, shaped like a chopstick and wrapped with sharp energy, slashed fiercely at Piccolo's arm joint, forcing Piccolo to let go.

Piccolo released his tail, but took advantage of Cell's pull back and crashed into Cell's arms!
This was an extremely risky close-quarters tactic, and a testament to the Namekians' formidable physique. His shoulder and elbow struck Cell's chest squarely, like a heavy hammer.

"Uh!"

Sharu groaned, his blood surging from the impact that felt like being leaned against a mountain, and he staggered backward.

Just then, Piccolo, who had been providing support from the sidelines, made his move!

He didn't approach rashly, but instead fired several small and swift energy blasts with both hands, like precision-guided missiles, blocking Cell's retreat and evasion routes.

These energy blasts weren't very powerful, but their timing and angles were incredibly tricky, greatly interfering with Cell's recovery of his center of gravity.

"hateful!"

Cell was forced to swing his arms to block or deflect the energy blasts, making him even more unstable.

How could Bick miss such a golden opportunity?

He pressed his advantage, crouching low, and unleashed a powerful sweeping leg attack on Cell's lower body.

Cell had just regained his balance when he lost his footing and was about to fall. At the critical moment, the transparent wings on Cell's back suddenly flapped, forcibly lifting his body off the ground and narrowly avoiding the sweep.

However, a moment of suspended motion often means a vulnerability.

Piccolo seemed to have anticipated this. Almost at the same time Cell left the ground, he had already gathered his energy and unleashed a more concentrated and faster magic flash, shooting straight at Cell in the air!

This time, Cell has no way to escape!

He could only cross his arms to protect his chest while unleashing the full power of his internal energy.

"boom--!!!"

The Demon Flash slammed solidly into Cell, unleashing a dazzling light and a deafening roar.

A powerful energy shockwave spread outwards, stirring up dust and debris.

Cell was like a small boat hit by a giant wave, forcefully blasted from mid-air and crashed into the ground, forming a shallow crater.

The smoke slowly dispersed.

Cell stood up from the pit, looking quite disheveled.

Fine cracks appeared on the armor plates on his arms, his body was covered in dust, and his breathing became slightly disordered.

He stared intently at Piccolo and Piccolo, his compound eyes filled with resentment and a hint of barely perceptible fear.

The two Namekians' seamless teamwork and tenacious fighting ability far exceeded his expectations.

Suddenly, Cell disappeared again. This time, he was even faster and his movements were even more unpredictable.

Instead of trying to fight head-on, he used his agility and the explosive power provided by the thin wings on his back to begin high-speed guerrilla warfare against Bik.

He would sometimes attack from the side, firing dense and sharp air blasts like a swarm of bees; sometimes he would swoop down from high above, his claws tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound as he grabbed at Piccolo's vitals; and sometimes he would glide close to the ground, his tail like a scorpion's barb, sneeringly sweeping towards Piccolo's lower body.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

"Hey!"

Piccolo weaved through the barrage of attacks, his perception heightened to its limit, often managing to evade fatal blows at the last possible moment.

Occasionally, when he couldn't completely dodge a blast of air, he would precisely block it with his arm or knee, producing a dull thud.

A sharp claw strike grazed his shoulder, tearing a long gash in his cloak and revealing solid green muscles beneath, but it did not cause any real damage.

"Will you just dodge like a fly?"

Bick made sarcastic remarks, trying to provoke the other party.

However, Cell's core thinking seemed unaffected by this low-level provocation. His attacks maintained an efficient rhythm and a clear purpose—to wear down his opponent and find an opening.

Seeing this, Bick launched a new round of fierce attacks.

This time, his speed and power seemed to have reached a new level. His punches and kicks rained down on Cell like a storm, each strike containing the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

He no longer gave Cell any chance to maneuver or think, forcing him into a head-on confrontation.

Cell was forced to fight back with all his might, and heavy blows kept coming to his arms, legs, and torso.

He tried to fight back, but Bick's offensive was like an impenetrable wall, completely blocking all his attack routes.

The two transformed into two streaks of green light, colliding and separating at high speed across the wasteland, only to collide again. The deafening impacts and energy explosions continued unabated, blasting deep craters into the earth and filling the air with smoke and dust.

(End of this chapter)