Yamcha's heart gave a nervous leap when he saw He-El's build.
Those muscles were not merely for show, like a bodybuilder's. They brimmed with explosive power; just their shape made the force beneath them seem alive, enough to inspire fear.
Especially at close range, their impact perfectly embodied the most ideal form of human strength.
"Do you think you can scare me?" Yamcha's heart thudded as he watched He-El approach. He swallowed hard, then spoke fiercely.
Even with his experience, Yamcha had to admit that He-El's body was truly powerful.
It was not merely large; every fiber seemed alive with motion, overflowing with raw strength.
"Go, Young Master Yamcha!" Puar hurried away from Yamcha's feet and ran behind the hovering motorcycle, Jet Squirrel, peeking out with half his body and an anxious expression.
"Goku, watch carefully. This is how the martial arts I taught you are used." He-El lowered his strength to around half of Yamcha's, relaxing the seamless unity of his Ki and muscles.
"Damn it, you're using me as a teaching tool! You're looking down on me!" Yamcha flared up, taking a fighting stance and charging straight at He-El. "I'll show you what I can do!"
Yamcha rushed He-El, and the two began exchanging fists and kicks.
If He-El truly wanted to defeat Yamcha, he could have done so in two or three exchanges. But since he was demonstrating martial arts for Goku, He-El carefully controlled his body and techniques, displaying them freely as part of the lesson.
In an instant, they had traded over a hundred moves. He-El's movements were broad and unrestrained, displaying every reaction of his body—muscle and fiber lines, blood, bones, tendons, fascia, even skin—all laid bare for Goku to see, making Goku's eyes shine.
In the blink of an eye, they had fought