Bulma introduced No. 18 in a low voice, Yamcha didn't take it seriously when he heard that they were just two students.
However, he still greeted Senga politely. When he looked at No. 18 turned her head away, seemingly not wanting to acknowledge him.
Because she concluded from their conversation that Yamcha was a jerk, and naturally, No. 18 wouldn't have any good feelings towards a jerk.
However, what she didn't know was that Senga, who was beside her, was far more skilled in this area than Yamcha, and the difference was even several times greater than the difference in their Battle Power.
Of course, Senga himself doesn't see himself as a scumbag. As a king, isn't it normal to have several Queen?
Yamcha had originally wanted to get closer to the beautiful No. 18, but he was rebuffed and could only rub his nose in frustration. Bulma, on the other hand, sneered a few times.
The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward, and even the usually lively Mrs. Brief fell silent.
Senga stepped forward at this critical moment, smiling as he looked at Yamcha and asked,
"I've heard that Mr. Yamcha is an outstanding martial artist who has participated in the World Martial Arts Tournament more than once."
Senga just felt sorry for Yamcha, so she wanted to use this topic to make him feel better.
Yamcha immediately became smug. He had always been proud of being a martial artist, and upon hearing this, he was instantly energized.
"Haha! I didn't expect you'd heard of me. Yes, I did participate in the martial arts tournament. Sigh, but there's nothing to brag about. I never won first place; I only ever made it to the top eight!"
Despite saying that, Yamcha's head was practically pointing to the sky; he was clearly showing off his achievements.
This is understandable, though. Reaching the top eight in the martial arts tournament is already quite an achievement, especially since the top finishers have rarely been human since the first tournament he participated in.
Bulma, however, was already quite annoyed by what she heard. She wasn't really proud of Yamcha's achievement because she knew a man named Goku.
No. 18 was simply annoyed by Yamcha's smug look; she scoffed and mocked.
"That's actually a bit mediocre. I think if Senga went, she might even make it to the semifinals!"
Upon hearing this, everyone present except Senga looked at No. 18 with a strange expression.
Although Bulma is now utterly disappointed in Yamcha, it is undeniable that, apart from Goku and his friends, there is almost no ordinary person on Earth who could withstand a single blow from Yamcha.
Just the ability to fly and launch air blasts makes Yamcha a superhuman.
Of course, Yamcha's most powerful move is the Spirit Bomb, which gives Senga a chill down her spine every time she hears it.
Yamcha took it all as a joke. In his eyes, Senga was just an ordinary high school student who, apart from being a little handsome, showed no signs of being a fighter.
He couldn't help but laugh, and even gave No. 18 a thumbs up, saying,
"Maybe, this Brother Senga might even win first place!"
No. 18 naturally realized that Yamcha was being sarcastic towards her. She raised her eyebrows, then looked up at Senga with an expectant gaze.
She hadn't watched any martial arts tournaments, but in her mind, Senga's physical abilities were absolutely monstrous; she could easily defeat an ordinary scumbag!
She even automatically Awakening a skill that was hidden deep within a woman's bones: how to act coquettishly!
"Senga ~ Look at him~ Let him see your strength, okay?"
The usually aloof Android No. 18 was surprisingly charming and endearing when she acted cute, and her charm was quite strong. Yamcha on the other side was completely mesmerized.
Senga's lips twitched slightly. He had only wanted to help Yamcha out of a tight spot, so how did things get back to him?
However, Senga's performance seemed to others as if she was afraid of the fight. After all, no one would think that a high school student could fight against a martial artist, let alone a martial artist who had reached the top eight in the martial arts tournament.
Bulma couldn't help but speak up to advise him.
"Lazly, let me show you around the company instead. Fighting can get you hurt!"
As she spoke, she turned and glared at Yamcha, Yamcha responded in kind.
"Yes, yes, students should prioritize their studies. Fighting is never a good thing!"
Seeing that both of them said so, No. 18 had no choice but to give up. She also felt that she had gone a bit too far. Anyway, the scumbag belonged to Bulma, not her.
However, she still felt a little disappointed that she didn't get to see Senga beat up the scumbag, so she couldn't help but sigh softly.
It was this sigh that made Senga change his mind. Even No. 18 was acting all cute towards him; as a man, how could he let No. 18 down?
Amidst the surprised gazes of the crowd, Senga spoke,
"Actually, a friendly spar wouldn't hurt. I've been wanting to witness the prowess of a martial artist for a long time!"
Bulma cursed under her breath, thinking he was an idiot. She felt she had already tried her best to give Senga a way out, even that annoying little imp had given in, so why did this guy just walk right back?
Mrs. Brief clapped her hands and praised,
"Young people are so energetic! Keep it up, Brother Senga! I believe in you!"
No. 18 was surprised that Senga would suddenly agree. Actually, she no longer wanted Senga to fight Yamcha. She felt that Bulma's words made a lot of sense. Fighting can lead to injuries!
Although she was confident that Senga would win, Yamcha was, after all, a martial artist, and she was a little worried that Senga might get injured by accident.
She quickly spoke up,
"Senga, let's just forget about it. I was being too childish just now. Let's go back!"
Senga reached out and playfully hooked No. 18's nose, then whispered in her ear,
"Alright, actually you want me to teach that jerk a lesson, right? No problem, just watch from here."
After saying that, Senga looked up and kissed No. 18 on the forehead, instantly making No. 18 blush and freeze there like a porcelain doll.
After admiring No. 18's adorable expression, Senga turned and walked towards Yamcha. On the way, Senga took off her black-rimmed glasses, and a flash of golden light appeared in her eyes.
In that instant, Yamcha felt a terrifying pressure. He felt like a small boat adrift on the ocean, in danger of being swallowed up at any moment.