"He-El, you are not a martial artist!!"
Master Roshi held his hands in a flower-bud shape at his waist and spoke with a grave expression.
He had already realized that no matter what kind of close-range martial arts were used against He-El, they were useless. He-El's technique was already beyond reproach.
But He-El was not a martial artist.
"He-El is not a martial artist?" Yamcha did not quite agree with Jackie Chun's assessment of He-El.
Senior He-El was obviously so powerful.
"Why does Mr. Chun say that He-El isn't a martial artist?" Krillin was equally puzzled. Why was Big Brother He-El not a martial artist when he was so strong?
"I don't know either." Yamcha vaguely felt that Jackie Chun might be right.
But Senior He-El's strength was not empty either.
Yamcha and Krillin, whose knowledge of martial arts was still limited, had not noticed anything unusual.
"A martial artist..." He-El murmured softly.
He-El had never claimed to be a martial artist.
In fact, if He-El had to classify himself as a certain kind of person, he would still place himself among those with the talents of a Kryptonian scientific researcher.
His talent was research—researching anything. He accepted that talent as well, possessing the ability to study everything.
He was a researcher. He researched genes and the universe, then put that research to use.
Everything that allowed him to defeat any creature and anything in the universe was an application born of his research.
"Being powerful does not make one a martial artist." Jackie Chun gave his own solemn assessment. His flower-bud-shaped hands at his waist began to gather Ki.
"You do not possess a martial artist's will. Your martial arts carry no will at all. I cannot sense any 'soul' in your techniques. You merely use all martial arts