"Goku really has it good, getting to fight that guy." Yamcha looked on enviously, staring longingly toward Goku and Vegeta.
Yamcha knew full well that only fighting Vegeta would help him improve through battle.
Vegeta had a battle power of 18,000, while Yamcha only had 4,177. In terms of pressure, it was utterly overwhelming—a true test of his martial arts and technique.
A battle power gap of more than four times meant an enemy powerful enough to crush him.
Of course, Yamcha did not believe Vegeta could crush him.
After all, the martial arts and techniques He-El had taught were simply too absurd. Against people in the Dragon Ball Universe who had never received He-El's guidance, they were practically fighting on a different dimension.
Yamcha truly found it a pity that he could not fight Vegeta and could only fight Nappa, who was far weaker than Vegeta.
With only 4,000 battle power, Nappa could not pressure Yamcha at all.
"Damn it! Are you looking down on me?" Nappa's eyes reddened with rage as his fists and kicks rained down on Yamcha, attacking with all his strength.
Especially when he saw Yamcha absentmindedly staring toward Kakarot and Prince Vegeta, Nappa's temper flared, and his fury became uncontrollable.
Yet no matter how Nappa attacked or how much strength he used, he could not hit Yamcha.
Although the difference between 4,177 and 4,000 battle power did not seem great, the gap in martial arts and technique was like heaven and earth. Yamcha did not even need to focus on Nappa; he could divide his attention and still evade every attack.
"How can this be?! I'm a Saiyan, a member of the warrior race!" Nappa could not accept that a mere native from some remote planet could fight him on equal footing.
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