"I already have a good idea of your strength!" Tien Shinhan smiled confidently. His three eyes gleamed with insight as he folded his arms, standing tall and straight. "Just as I guessed, your speed is barely any different from three years ago! That's nowhere near enough! Your eyes can keep up with my speed, but your body can't!"
"You're really incredible. I never thought you could reach this kind of speed." Son Goku smiled, wiping the sweat that wasn't there from his brow as he offered a sincere compliment.
In the audience, Master Roshi adjusted his sunglasses, which were always slipping down his nose. His wrinkled face was full of complicated emotions.
Then Master Roshi unconsciously rubbed his bald head and let out an almost inaudible sigh.
"Those two are still not fast enough?" Master Roshi muttered, his voice tinged with wistfulness for years gone by.
The days of Master Roshi's era really were the best!
Bulma wore a tasteful dress. She discreetly dabbed the fine sheen of sweat on her smooth forehead with an elegant handkerchief.
The exchange just now had been nearly impossible to follow with the naked eye, and it had made Bulma's heart race with nerves.
"They were so fast just now. I couldn't see them at all," Bulma whispered, still shaken. Her soft voice carried both awe and lingering apprehension.
Hearing her, Master Roshi pulled himself out of his distant thoughts and shook his head with a wry smile. "I could barely see them myself, let alone you."
"Even you could barely see them?" Bulma tilted her head slightly, surprise flashing in her beautiful blue eyes.
Bulma knew how capable Master Roshi was. If even he was struggling...
Just how incredible was the speed in the ring?
"You're dressed so modestly today, of course you