Miraculous Skill

When Aila attacked Popo, Rhode widened his eyes and stared intently at his every move. Yet even so, he still could not see how Popo had evaded Aila's attacks when her Power Level was more than twice his.

It seemed like an instinct, or perhaps more like foresight. The moment Aila made her move, Popo's body reacted automatically. With what appeared to be only the simplest of movements, he effortlessly avoided her attacks.

Rhode was astonished, a contemplative look appearing in his eyes. He carefully watched Popo dodge, hoping to gain some insight from him.

"You little blackie, you can actually dodge my attacks?!"

This black-clad guy before her could actually evade her attacks, leaving Aila deeply shocked.

But immediately afterward, anger rose in her heart. All the qi in her body erupted as she launched an even faster, stronger, more violent assault against Popo.

Tap tap tap tap tap tap...

As fists and kicks flew, sharp whistling sounds filled the air. Yet a bizarre scene unfolded: Popo merely made a few simple movements, but even with Aila going all out, she still could not hit him!

As still as the sky, swifter than lightning!

As Rhode watched Aila and Popo exchange blows, words Popo had once spoken surfaced in his mind.

Was this Ultra Instinct, the ultimate application of sensing qi, or a martial realm attainable only through countless accumulated battles?

As he carefully observed Popo's movements and tried to comprehend them, countless guesses arose in Rhode's mind.

After repeatedly failing to touch Popo, Aila grew more and more agitated. In contrast, Mr. Popo became increasingly at ease amid her irritation.

As Rhode carefully studied Popo's actions and earnestly sought understanding, a flash of lightning suddenly sparked in his mind. He was enlightened, vaguely realizing why Mr. Popo could remain so composed when facing Aila, whose Power Level was more than twice his.

Popo's perception of qi had reached its pinnacle. As long as Aila attacked and the qi in her body showed even the slightest fluctuation, Popo could sense it immediately, predict her actions, and respond in advance by dodging.

Although Popo's Power Level was not high, with such peerless sensory ability, he could still handle an Opponent like Aila with ease, so long as she did not possess an absolute advantage in strength.

Bang!

As Rhode pondered, Popo counterattacked. In the next instant, Aila took a blow to the forehead.

However, although Aila had been hit, Rhode could clearly see that the blow neither hurt nor itched. It had not caused her much damage.

From this, Rhode also realized that the reason Popo could display combat ability exceeding his own Power Level was because his use of qi and understanding of battle had reached an extremely profound realm.

Rhode saw it clearly. Whether Popo was evading or attacking, his movements were exceptionally simple—or rather, concise. There was not a single unnecessary motion. Yet it was precisely this lack of excess movements, along with his tranquil mindset, that produced such astonishing results.

What Popo displayed was an exceptionally advanced combat technique. Rhode even guessed that if this technique could be taken a step further and elevated, it might become the Ultra Instinct belonging to gods.

After all, Ultra Instinct was ultimately a combat technique as well, one capable of bringing one's own power to its utmost limit.

However, it was easy to say but difficult to accomplish.

Leaving aside Ultra Instinct, even a masterful combat technique like Popo's required relentless training day and night, countless combat experiences, and extraordinary talent for comprehension. Rhode feared that lacking even one of these factors would make it difficult to achieve.

This showed that the experiences of the divine attendant before him must have been astonishingly rich.

Master Roshi, who was similar to Mr. Popo, was the same. Having lived for hundreds of years, founded his own school, experienced who knew how many battles, and taught who knew how many disciples, his Power Level might not have been high, but his insight, state of mind, experience, and techniques were all far beyond ordinary people. He had long since become comparable to a god.

"Damn it!"

Just as Rhode gained some understanding, Aila, locked in battle, saw that she could never hit Little Black and had even been tapped on the forehead by him. She immediately flew into a rage from humiliation.

Her figure rapidly retreated, creating distance. Then an Energy Blast swiftly condensed in her hand. Clearly, after suffering such frustration, she intended to act brutally and unleash an AOE attack to destroy this place.

Facing this scene, a slight change finally appeared on Popo's otherwise tranquil face. He could rely on combat techniques to contend with Aila and even gain the upper hand, but once Aila abandoned all restraint, he was somewhat at a loss.

Sure enough, no matter how masterful one's combat techniques were, they still needed a foundation of strength. Otherwise, one would still be finished!

Having seen everything, Rhode caught the subtle change in Popo's expression and could not help but sigh inwardly.

"Alright, Aila, don't be so tasteless!"

Seeing that Aila was about to destroy the Lookout, Rhode flashed to her side and appeared beside her. He raised a hand and knocked away the Energy Blast she had condensed, then comforted her.

"Rhode, you bastard!"

The Energy Blast had been casually knocked away. Remembering that she had not even noticed how Rhode had arrived at her side just now, Aila glared at him angrily. She was displeased both by how much his strength had increased and by the fact that he had hidden it from her.

"Hello, I'm Rhode, and this is Aila. I believe you already know where we come from. We came here to learn, so I hope the Kami of Earth will not be stingy!"

After stopping the furious Aila, the two landed on the Lookout's ground and approached Kami. Rhode spoke with a sincere expression.

Learn? Is that how people learn?

Hearing Rhode's words, Kami and Popo were both silent for a moment. Their gazes shifted between the battle-hungry Aila and Rhode, who appeared harmless and mild-mannered.

One was a little girl who wanted to destroy the Lookout at the slightest disagreement. The other looked gentle, yet he had restrained the girl with a single move, and his strength was even greater than hers.

With such strength, were they sure they had not come to cause trouble?

However, as Kami, he could overlook everything happening on Earth below. Although the other party's words sounded absurd, he knew that Rhode was not lying.

"In that case, Mr. Popo, please teach them."

When faced with beings like Rhode and Aila, the wise Kami naturally chose the safer method of resolving the matter.

"Yes, Lord Kami!"

As a divine attendant, since Kami had spoken, Mr. Popo naturally did not refuse.

"Thank you, Kami. In return, I can tell you something."

Having received permission, Rhode revealed a delighted expression. He then looked at Kami, at this figure whose face was still somewhat youthful and not yet as aged as it would later become. "Does Kami know that he is a Namekian?"

"A Namekian?"

Upon suddenly hearing this unfamiliar information, confusion and surprise appeared in Kami's eyes. Then, as though he had thought of something, excitement appeared on his face. Perhaps this so-called Planet Namek was his homeland?

He looked at Rhode, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked, "Can you tell me about the Namekians?"