This oppressive aura lasted only a moment, but it still left Yamcha stunned, unable to recover for a long time.
Until Senga spoke up to remind him,
"Mr. Yamcha, shall we begin?"
Yamcha woke up with a start, only then realizing that he was completely soaked in sweat.
Bulma frowned. She had no idea what Yamcha was up to this time. His behavior just now seemed like he was just pretending to be stupid.
Yamcha didn't connect that oppressive aura with Senga in front of him. In his mind, how could such a powerful "aura" be reduced to almost disappearing in an instant?
He shook his head, temporarily putting the matter out of his mind.
Yamcha casually struck a pose and said,
"Senga- kun, you go first!"
Senga smiled slightly, responded, and then his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.
Yamcha thought he was seeing things, but before he could react, Senga appeared in front of him and threw a punch.
Of course, Senga had already reduced the power of this punch to a very low level. Yamcha's current Battle Power was only around 177. He was afraid that if he punched Yamcha would strike that classic pose.
Even so, Yamcha was still knocked back by the punch, and only managed to stop when his back hit a tree.
This scene made Bulma cover her mouth in surprise, while No. 18 clenched her fists and kept cheering Senga on.
Yamcha was genuinely startled this time. He hadn't expected Senga to actually be quite capable; the power of that punch alone proved that Senga was no ordinary human.
Given Yamcha's current physical condition, even if he were hit by a speeding car, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state.
He dusted off his back, and his gaze toward Senga instantly turned serious.
Senga always wore a smiling expression, but even when he smiled without his glasses, he exuded a strange sense of pressure.
Yamcha, his rival, felt this most acutely.
He swallowed hard, inwardly complaining.
"Are all high school students this amazing these days?"
He steadied himself, crouched slightly, and then rushed towards Senga.
As he ran, he had already created afterimages with his fists, and the faint phantom of wolves could be seen looming over him.
This is Yamcha's signature move, the Wolf Fang Fist.
Senga remained still, extending one hand to catch every punch Yamcha threw in his palm.
Yamcha grew increasingly alarmed as he fought. After several unsuccessful attempts, he pushed off with both feet and soared into the air, performing a backflip to create distance between himself and Senga.
Senga withdrew her hand, her long, snow-white hair swaying gently in the breeze, giving her an air of mastery that left Yamcha momentarily mesmerized.
Stars were already in No. 18's eyes. She had never seen Senga like this before. Even without looking at Senga's face, her aura alone was enough to fascinate her.
Even Bulma was staring blankly at Senga, her image of Senga gradually becoming shrouded in mystery.
Yamcha couldn't help but ask,
"Who... who are you?"
Senga shrugged and said casually,
"I'm really just a high school student!"
He was telling the truth, because in the Dragon Ball World, he was indeed a high school student, and there was absolutely no exaggeration.
Yamcha naturally didn't believe it, and he shook his head, saying...
"Impossible, you must have a master, right? It can't be Master Roshi, could it be Master Tsuru?"
"Well, if we're talking about masters, I only have one master, and that's Zephyr."
"Zephyr?"
Yamcha was taken aback. Zephyr? Who was this guy? He'd never heard of him before.
Senga didn't intend to continue the topic. He had another purpose in fighting Yamcha: to experience the unique features of the Dragon Ball World, namely, ki.
Especially the energy ball formed by releasing qi outwards—I was a bit too quick when I killed Raditz last time, and I forgot about this.
He looked at Yamcha and said,
"Mr. Yamcha, I saw you use a flying ball of light at the martial arts tournament before. I'm very interested in it. Could you let me see it?"
"A flying ball of light? You mean Spirit Bomb?"
"So it's called 'Spirit Bomb'? That's a really Haki name."
"Haha, really? I'm quite happy with this name too!"
Yamcha got a little carried away by the praise, and the Spirit Bomb was indeed his most prized move.
After their exchange, he knew that Senga was no ordinary person, and using ordinary moves would be a waste of effort. It would be better to reveal his ultimate move to determine the winner.
But if you're going to unleash your ultimate move, you have to make sure it's incredibly powerful.
So Yamcha assumed a horse stance and opened his palms.
He began to hold his breath and concentrate, letting his energy flow into his hands. Gradually, a bright blue ball of light emerged from his palm.
No. 18 stared wide-eyed. This kind of magic trick was beyond her comprehension; it was the first time she had ever seen "qi".
Senga narrowed his eyes. He could feel the energy within the sphere of light. To put it simply, whether in the Pirate World or the Naruto World, very few could withstand this attack using conventional methods.
Yamcha looked smugly at the ball of light in his hand and said,
"This is my self-created ultimate technique, the Spirit Bomb! How about it? Want to try its power? I should warn you beforehand, its explosive power is far more terrifying than any bomb!"
Senga smiled outwardly, but inwardly she thought to herself,
"Its power is indeed considerable. I don't recall this thing ever killing anyone, right?"
Upon hearing Yamcha's words, No. 18's face showed worry. That ball of light did indeed look incredibly intimidating. If its power was truly as Yamcha described, could Senga withstand it?
However, when she saw Senga's still smiling face, most of her unease dissipated.
Senga responded with a smile.
"Come on, I'm ready!"
Yamcha, then pinched two fingers together and forcefully flung the energy ball towards Senga. The moment the energy ball left his hand, he was already in position, ready to control it to chase after Senga.
This is the true essence of Spirit Bomb; the main focus is on the word "manipulation," pronounced with a single tone.
However, what happened next surprised him greatly, because Senga didn't dodge at all; he actually reached out and pressed his hand on the flying energy ball.
And he actually held that energy ball in his hand, just like an ordinary rubber ball.
What follows is even more outrageous: Yamcha tried to remotely detonate the energy ball when it was blocked, but the energy ball suddenly deflated and turned into an irregularly shaped mass of energy that flowed into Senga's palm.
"What!?"