That night, the Kent Family slept soundly. The problem that had once troubled them—Robet's intelligence—had now been resolved. Although Robet's appetite had become a new problem, the fact that he now knew to consider his family's needs still greatly comforted The Kents.
This showed that Robet had not only regained his mind but had also grown up, becoming a sensible child.
Robet knew nothing of The Kents' relief. Before crossing over, he had been a pure martial artist, spending his entire life seeking a path to become stronger. Aside from interacting with the Z Fighters, he had never had much contact with other people.
But Robet understood gratitude. The fifteen years they had spent raising him would never mean any less to him than his pursuit of martial arts.
At five o'clock the next morning, Robet got up. This was his first time training in the fifteen years since he had come to this world, though he was not particularly excited. He quickly tidied himself up, set the mended pants aside, called Clark over, and began a new round of training.
The training itself was nothing special. It consisted of carrying heavy objects over mountains, sprinting long distances, and doing various push-ups and frog jumps while carrying additional weight. He also cleared the ground around the house with his bare hands. Robet had already practiced all of this with the young Goku and Krillin. Picking it up again now gave him a different feeling, though the milk-delivery segment was missing...
For Robet, the training intensity was slightly too high at present. His pure physical strength might not even be greater than that of Goku when he had just begun his journey. After all, Goku had grown up in the mountains for a time, while Robet had barely traveled beyond home during these fifteen years.
Therefore, Robet resolved to make up for all the fifteen years he had lost!
Robet enjoyed himself immensely after increasing the training load, but things did not go nearly as smoothly for Clark. He trained alongside Robet, but carrying extra weight and the like was simply too easy for him.
No matter how large a stone Clark carried over the mountains, it could not put the slightest burden on him.
With no other choice, Robet could only devise a different training plan for Clark, such as throwing punches endlessly and kicking endlessly, while requiring him to keep the force and striking points exactly the same every time.
Without a Gravity Chamber, even with his wealth of experience, Robet could only think of these methods to help Clark gradually master his physical strength.
Soon, the entire morning passed. Neither Robet nor Clark felt particularly tired. Clark's training intensity was insufficient, while Robet was wondering whether the wish he had made last time—to strengthen every aspect of his body's recovery abilities—was still in effect.
If it really was still effective, then with the Saiyan bloodline and superhuman recovery ability, perhaps he could try a special method of increasing his strength...
One had to understand that Saiyans—or rather, the Saiyans of Universe 7—had one distinctive trait: after recovering from the brink of death, their combat power would increase greatly.
Of course, recovering from the brink of death was not always effective. It was more like drawing out the body's current potential through the process of passing from death back into life.
If someone had already trained their strength to its limit, then even recovering from the brink of death would not further increase their combat power.
But Robet clearly had not reached his limit yet!
Admittedly, Robet preferred to improve himself through constant training. But if his superhuman recovery talent still existed, he could also fight more recklessly, even unleashing original techniques that embodied his own martial arts!
"Bro, how about you try beating me half to death?"
Thinking of this, Robet, who was roasting food in an uninhabited area, looked at Clark with interest.
This couldn't really be considered cheating to increase his strength. He was merely making reasonable use of and familiarizing himself with his own talent!
I, Robet, wasn't cheating... Ahem!
Clark: 〣(Δ)〣
As Robet's words fell, Clark was completely stunned. He had never experienced such an emotion before, but at that moment, he truly wanted to crack open Robet's head and see whether something was wrong with his brain!
Clark began to doubt whether Robet's earlier claim that his consciousness had fully recovered was true. Robet's consciousness definitely had not fully recovered, right?
Would someone with a normal brain say something like that? Even an alien shouldn't say such a thing!
"Bro?" Seeing Clark standing there and staring at him, Robet looked over in confusion before explaining, "Well, I don't mean literally beat me half to death. You need to beat me until I have only one breath left, my entire body is unable to move, and I'm on the verge of death. I know this is difficult for you, but you only need to do as I say. Avoid the vital points of my brain and heart, then blah blah blah blah..."
Clark: 〣(Δ)〣
What Superman Heard That Shocked Him for Life. One could say that Clark had never heard a request like this from Robet in his entire life. Robet actually wanted someone to beat him until he had only one breath left—and, most importantly, he explained it all in such detail!
"Bro? Why aren't you saying anything? Is it difficult? Then we can try it after you've trained for a while!" After waiting a long time and seeing that Clark still had not answered, Robet figured that Clark might lack control over his own strength and had refused because he lacked confidence. Thus, he suggested trying it again later.
"Robet, I heard there's a famous insane asylum called Arkham in the outskirts of Gotham City. You can hide your tail by yourself now, so perhaps you could go give it a try..." Clark gradually recovered from his shock, took a deep breath, and looked at Robet seriously as he spoke.
Robet: (_???)
At that moment, Robet fully demonstrated what it meant to have a tiny head filled with enormous question marks. No matter how slow he was, he understood that telling him to try an insane asylum meant Clark thought something was wrong with his brain.
Robet simply couldn't understand why Clark thought there was something wrong with him.
After all, since he dared to ask Clark to beat him to the brink of death, he naturally had a certain degree of confidence that he could recover.
Wasn't that something anyone could figure out with a little deduction? If Clark couldn't even understand such simple reasoning, then perhaps there was something wrong with Clark's brain.
And even if Clark couldn't figure it out, couldn't he just ask? Did he really think Robet was sick enough to ask someone to beat him to the brink of death without being certain he could recover...
Thinking of this, Robet looked at Clark with disdain and sympathy. Their eyes met.
*...* sigh
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