"Alright, here I come, Senior He-El. Please instruct me!"
Seeing He-El use the tip of his foot to draw a circle into the hard tournament floor, Yamcha took a deep breath. Following the Ki circulation technique He-El had taught him to strengthen his body, his muscles swelled sharply. With an angry roar, he turned into a black shadow and surged through the air like a fierce tiger breaking through waves, charging before He-El and unleashing countless savage fist afterimages in rapid succession.
He-El calmly extended his left hand. With seemingly slow motions, he deflected, parried, blocked, hooked, gathered, warded, and guarded, sealing himself off completely. No matter how much strength and speed Yamcha exerted, all he could do was send out waves of impact blasts.
Yamcha was like a savage, frenzied black shadow, continuously circling He-El and striking out with unending gusts of Ki, yet he could not break through He-El's seemingly casual defense.
The audience fell silent at the sight. Their eyes widened in shock as they watched Yamcha unleash powerful waves of force, yet fail to break through the defense of He-El's single hand.
The three watching from behind the backstage screen were stunned. Krillin's eyes widened as he blurted out in shock, "Amazing!"
Krillin had fought Yamcha before. Though he had lost due to his own lack of stamina, Yamcha was indeed far superior to him in both strength and technique.
When Yamcha had fought him, he had not been this fierce or powerful.
Only now, watching Yamcha face He-El and unleash all his strength, did he realize just how formidable Yamcha was.
If Yamcha had displayed such a ferocious, violent, and brutal presence from the very beginning, Krillin would never have lasted until he exhausted himself.
But what shocked Krillin even more was that Brother He-El