Saiyan vs. Kryptonian (New Book Launch, All Kinds of Requests)

"Bro, give it a try. It's not like I can hurt you anyway!" Robet said with a smile after coming back to his senses. "I've never seen you train your abilities. Having such a powerful body and not training it is such a waste. I want to see your combat aptitude, Brother..."

"I don't like fighting, so I really have never trained my abilities. Or rather, I simply don't like these abilities..." Clark sighed softly. "Robet, you seem to really like fighting?"

"That's right. I like fighting, I like training, and I like the feeling of constantly growing stronger!" Robet nodded frankly, his expression carrying a trace of excitement and pride. "You could say that loving battle is an innate talent of mine. Especially now that I'm a Saiyan, a warrior race—this battle-loving instinct is etched into my blood!"

"Warrior race, Saiyan? Is that your species? Do you know where you came from?" Clark froze for a moment before looking at Robet expectantly. "Then do you know where I came from?"

"Sorry, I don't know where you came from. My species is imprinted in my memories, but I don't know yours..." Robet shook his head apologetically, then spoke seriously.

"However, judging by your abilities, Brother, your species must also be a powerful one. The abilities you possess are manifestations of your species' innate gifts. Whether you accept them or not, they will accompany you for your entire life!"

"Accepting these abilities might help you better uncover your origins, as well as why you were sent to Earth. Isn't that what you've always been trying to find out?"

"Accept my abilities?" Clark stared at his hands and fell silent. Red light flickered in his eyes before gradually fading away.

"That's right!" Robet nodded in agreement. "And if you don't take advantage of peaceful times to improve your abilities, then when danger comes and you lack the strength to deal with it, the feeling of helpless regret is something you won't want to experience!"

"Did the planet you came from go through many crises?" Clark came back to himself and asked quietly. "Could my planet have suffered a crisis too?"

"I don't know whether your planet suffered any crises, but my planet only went through more than a dozen threats of planetary destruction and a few crises where the entire universe was erased!" Robet spread his hands with a smile, taking a jab at Earth in the Dragon Ball World, before meeting Clark's raised gaze with blazing fighting spirit.

"So, to keep us from being unable to stop a crisis when it arrives, we should train hard and improve our strength while things are peaceful. Who can say this planet will never face a crisis?"

"Then come on. Let me see what this warrior race of yours can do!" Clark fell silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and looked at Robet seriously.

Rip! Just as Clark finished speaking, a tear split open in Robet's pants, and a monkey-like tail emerged from inside.

"Your pants!" Clark glared at Robet and shouted irritably.

"What are you worried about? They're my pants anyway!" Robet flashed forward toward Clark and shouted at the same time, "Don't forget—the battle has already begun!"

"What you're wearing was originally all my pants!" Clark felt that Robet was completely unlike the chubby, soft, adorable little kid he had been. He was not even as cute as when he had been somewhat dazed before. At least Robet had been obedient then—and he hadn't ruined any pants!

Even so, when faced with the charging Robet, Clark still had no intention of taking the initiative to attack. He chose to defend and block instead.

For Clark, carefully controlling his strength every day and avoiding using power beyond that of an ordinary person in daily life already took his utmost effort.

As for fighting, Clark had never experienced it at all. He had no idea how much force a punch would contain if he stopped restraining his strength completely.

But Clark felt that one punch from him might kill his cheap little brother, especially when he could not precisely control the strength behind each blow.

He should just block Robet's attacks. After all, Robet's strength couldn't possibly hurt him...

From Clark's perspective, Robet's charge was not fast. It could even be described as slow. Although Robet was currently faster than Bolt, the sprinter, Clark had been born with absurdly overpowered abilities.

Whoosh! However, what Clark had not expected was that when he saw Robet throw a punch at him, he instinctively raised an arm to block it—yet failed to stop Robet's fist. Robet's figure turned into an afterimage and gradually vanished.

Bang! The next moment, Clark felt something strike his chin, but neither his body nor his head moved. Instead, a figure bounced away.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" Robet clutched his fist and cried out. He knew Clark's body was powerful, but he had not expected it to be this hard even without being reinforced by ki.

"Robet, are you okay?" Clark froze at the sight. He seemed to understand that Robet had suddenly accelerated and dodged around his arm, but he still did not know how Robet had done it.

"It's not over yet!" Robet stubbornly refused to let Clark come closer. At the same time, he placed both hands behind his sides as ki began to gather around him. "Ka! Me! Ha! Me! Ha!"

This was the first time he had used the Kamehameha Wave in this life. Combined with the fact that this Saiyan body had never been trained, the charge-up this time was very slow.

Clark looked at Robet in confusion. He could see every organ within Robet's body, and he could see energy surging in Robet's hands like blazing aura—but he had no idea what it was.

"Wave!" While Clark was still bewildered, the Kamehameha Wave finally fired, its powerful energy scorching a furrow into the ground.

Sizzle! Almost instinctively, Clark fired a red beam of Heat Vision, directly dispersing the Kamehameha Wave. Then his heart skipped a beat.

Clark: '(°ー°〃)

Robet: Σ(°△°|||)︴

"Pant! Pant! Pant!" Before Clark could recover, Robet, looking both exhausted and shocked, had already collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. That Kamehameha Wave had drained all his strength.

Clearly, the first battle between a Saiyan and a Kryptonian had ended in utter defeat.

Seeing that Robet was not injured, Clark also breathed a sigh of relief.

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