Could Yamcha fight Son Goku with his eyes closed?
Forget fighting—even counterattacking was impossible. He did not even know which direction Goku was in.
His mind was in chaos, his limbs fumbled helplessly, he could not listen to the wind to discern positions, and he knew nothing about using Ki. All he could do was howl as Goku beat him around, hopping like he was standing on a red-hot iron pan.
It was terrible.
But even this performance already made him an outstanding genius on Earth.
Goku found fighting him boring too and stopped. There was practically nothing to train.
"After I give him some guidance, perhaps he'll be able to fight you for a while," He-El said, shaking his head.
Although Yamcha had now created his own Wolf Fang Fist, his foundation was unstable. He had not brought out his body's potential, and his fighting techniques relied on instinct. He was even worse than Goku.
"Alright." Goku also found it a little regrettable, but he quickly pulled himself together. "Let's work hard together. One day, we'll surpass Big Brother He-El."
Goku grinned, brimming with confidence.
In the end, Yamcha stood awkwardly to one side like an underling, waiting for He-El, Goku, and Bulma to finish breakfast. After the house was put away in a Hoi-Poi Capsule, Bulma wanted He-El to carry her again, but He-El refused.
"Yamcha, I'll teach you how to run using your body. Bulma will drive your motorcycle and follow us," He-El said.
"Yes, Senior!" Yamcha had no objections and immediately stood at attention in agreement. He was only puzzled—could running with one's body really be taught?
But after recalling He-El using his Wolf Fang Fist, Yamcha had no further objections.
With that, He-El walked over to Yamcha and tapped various muscle fibers, tendons, bones, and