Yinsen could see it clearly now. Yamcha's bad habit was hard to change, just like a Saiyan's battle instincts and their tendency to get wildly carried away whenever they had the upper hand.
Combined with the fact that his talent was not exceptional, Yamcha had already begun to notice his own bottleneck. After failing to achieve a good result in this Martial Arts Tournament, it would be hard for him to place well in the future unless he showed up when no one else was competing just to make his presence known.
Then again, having already witnessed higher realms of martial arts, Yamcha probably had no interest in playing boring games with a bunch of weaklings.
Next came Krillin's match against Chiaotzu. Although Chiaotzu had also undergone training, his strength had not improved quickly, and his potential was limited. He could only barely ensure that he would not hold back Tien Shinhan's training progress.
But that was all. If Yamcha was gradually beginning to sense his limits, then Chiaotzu had already reached his. He could still improve through harsher training in the future, but the progress would be slow. Without some extraordinary opportunity, Chiaotzu would soon be left behind by everyone else.
For now, the gap between their strengths was not that great, and the two put on a wonderful match.
Piccolo, watching from the sidelines, felt even worse.
"Not just those two guys—even these two shorties have become this strong. What the hell happened? What exactly happened over the past few years?"
Piccolo remembered that his opponent had also been one of this group. If that woman possessed this kind of strength... even if she was the weakest among them, he probably would not gain the slightest advantage against her.
"Damn it..."
Grinding his teeth, Piccolo racked his brain