Dragon Ball: God-Level Saiyan
Chapter 275

Spirit Tower

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At a martial arts school on the Planet Metamor, a huge crowd of martial arts practitioners gathered in an open space that wasn't particularly large. Around the open space were eight Martial Arts Arena, each about sixty square meters, where people were sparring.

A large crowd had gathered around, with martial arts practitioners craning their necks to watch the fight on the ring.

It occasionally let out exclamations and shouts.

This is the martial arts tournament held weekly by the Martial Arts Dojo, a popular event on the Planet Metamor.

In addition to teaching their students exquisite martial arts, the headmaster of the Martial Arts Dojo also regularly arranges for the best disciples to demonstrate their skills in the ring. This serves two purposes: firstly, to enhance the disciples' practical experience, allowing them to identify and correct their weaknesses in real combat; and secondly, to benefit the public and further promote martial arts.

The reason why the Planet Metamor is so powerful and can stand firm in the East Galaxy is because of its strong martial arts culture.

On the Planet Metamor, there are people engaged in various professions, who work quietly like ordinary people on Earth, gradually contributing to the development of civilization. However, among all professions, the most respected are undoubtedly martial artists.

It was the martial artists who made the Planet Metamor renowned throughout the universe, freeing it from being bullied by others. To become a martial artist was to bring honor to one's family and earn respect from others.

Driven by these values, all Metamoran are eager to become martial artists and strive to achieve this goal. As a result, every Metamoran naturally has a special love for martial arts. Whenever a martial arts tournament is held, these martial arts enthusiasts will never miss it, and they will overcome all kinds of difficulties to travel long distances to learn.

Therefore, the martial arts culture of Planet Metamor is not only brilliant, but also profound.

However, becoming a martial artist on the Planet Metamor is not easy. It's not enough to just know some martial arts concepts to become a martial artist. They must be carefully selected, one in ten thousand. In terms of combat power alone, they must exceed 10,000 combat power, which is a hard requirement.

In addition, one must possess a profound foundation in martial arts and have an extremely deep understanding of martial arts culture and its inheritance.

This keeps a large number of people out of the martial arts world.

Aodemore is a seasoned martial arts master who has been running her family's Martial Arts Dojo for 180 years since she became a certified martial artist at the age of fifty.

Over the years, through her own efforts, Aodemore has continuously improved her strength. Under her leadership, the Martial Arts Dojo she took over has also grown stronger. Over the past century, a large number of talents have emerged, and it has now become a Holy Land in the eyes of the Metamoran.

Whenever she gives a public lesson, martial arts practitioners from all over the world flock to her place to listen to her teachings.

Planet Metamor is not actually a particularly large planet. For the Metamoran, who possess considerable strength, it would only take them a short time to travel from one side of the planet to the other.

On the open Martial Arts Arena, eight groups of disciples competed simultaneously on different arenas.

They wore white tops, white trousers, and sleeveless jackets over them, with belts around their waists—a very traditional Metamoran outfit. Some even wore only trousers and jackets, just like many Metamoran around them.

Although the disciples of Aodemore's Martial Arts Academy are nominally still students, each one of them is actually a powerful martial artist. The reason they haven't graduated is because Aodemore, as the academy's teacher, is too powerful. Staying by her side allows them to learn more, so the disciples are unwilling to leave.

Their competition was naturally full of highlights. As soon as the martial arts demonstration began, afterimages flashed one after another, and exquisite battles were performed one after another. The martial arts practitioners around them were also focused and engrossed in watching, occasionally gaining insights and showing expressions of sudden realization.

Because the venue was not large enough, many people even had to float in mid-air to watch.

Among the crowd, two figures with black hair and yellow skin stood out. They floated in mid-air, watching the fight on the stage with ease. One of them had clear, mirror-like eyes that shone with a crystalline luster, while the other, though watching, did not seem to be taking it seriously.

These two were none other than Roland and Broly, who had just arrived on the Planet Metamor.

"The martial arts style of the Metamoran differs from the training methods of Planet Sadala, and is also somewhat different from the Saiyan' original rough and powerful fighting style, giving it a unique charm."

Roland watched the battle between the Metamoran on the arena and offered his comments.

"I don't see anything special about him. He could easily take someone down with one punch, so why go through all that trouble?" Broly hadn't received any traditional training, and his thinking was straightforward.

Roland said, "That's because your strength is too great. The Metamoran below only have a combat power of less than 100,000. Their movements are naturally no secret to you. But if the strength were similar, your fighting style would definitely be crushed."

"..."

Broly paused for a moment, then remained silent.

Broly's fighting style is too direct, so direct that he doesn't bother to hide his actions; it's all about recklessness. If the opponent is far weaker than him, he'll naturally be helpless against him. But against opponents of similar or similar strength, Broly's undisguised fighting intent can easily put him at a disadvantage.

As can be seen in the original work, Broly only charges around in battle, relying on brute force to overwhelm his opponents. To put it nicely, it's called using brute force to defeat brute force, or to put it bluntly, it's barbaric and ignorant, with absolutely no skill.

Roland brought Broly to Planet Metamor not only to improve his mental state, but also with the intention of changing his fighting style.

The martial arts of Planet Metamor are renowned throughout the East Galaxy, attracting countless aliens from afar to learn from them. The Metamoran deeply understand the importance of communication, so they never hoard their martial arts and keep them secret. They welcome outsiders and are enthusiastic about exchanging ideas, taking the opportunity to integrate various schools of thought, absorb the essence of other martial arts, and gradually improve themselves.

While this idea may attract the attention of those with ulterior motives, its essence is quite advanced.

When Goku was in the Otherworld, he learned the "Fusion Technique" from a Metamoran.

The martial arts demonstration continued. Roland, possessing knowledge of Earth's martial arts and the mysteries of Vital Energy Qi, easily discerned the true strengths and weaknesses of the martial artists below with just a few glances. He then focused his gaze on a female Metamoran sitting on the high platform.

The female Metamoran was the most powerful among everyone present, and a mysterious spiritual power shrouded her, giving her an air of mystery.

As Roland observed her, the other seemed to sense something, her pale blue eyes looking towards the sky, and a spiritual force spreading into the sky.

"They actually detected my mental power. This Metamoran is quite interesting."

With a slight upturn of her lips, Roland intensified her mental power.

Suddenly, a whirlwind arose in the void.

"My friend, I sense a powerful and vibrant energy emanating from you. I am no match for you. Perhaps we should sit down and have a chat." A calm and composed voice rang out.

"It's an honor," Roland replied with a smile.

"Then please follow me."

Aodemore observed the sky, her gaze soon settling on Roland and the others.

When she noticed Roland, Aodemore frowned slightly, shocked by his mysterious aura. Turning to look at Broly beside her, a violent force rushed towards her, like a mountain collapsing. Aodemore's face tightened, feeling a heavy pressure.

So strong!

Where did such a terrifying creature come from?

Aodemore hesitated, unsure of what impact the other party's arrival would have on Planet Metamor.

Just as Aodemore was feeling slightly uneasy, Roland smiled and replied. Hearing that the other party was willing to communicate with her, Aodemore nodded, gave an instruction to the disciple beside her, and then teleported away from the open-air martial arts arena.

Behind the Martial Arts Dojo lies a lush, verdant forest, a place where birdsong echoes through the secluded mountains.

Aodemore suddenly appeared there in a flash.

A moment later, Roland and Broly appeared. Seeing Roland's entrance, Aodemore's eyes widened in surprise, and she exclaimed, "Transfer Technique?!"

The Transfer Technique of the Metamoran and the Instant Transmission of the Yardrat appear similar in form, but in reality, one relies on spatial positioning while the other relies on aura for locking onto targets; their essences are different.

Roland heard Aodemore's whisper, smiled, and remained silent.

The skill he just used was no longer a simple Transfer Technique, but rather a combination of the original spatial Transfer Technique and the Instant Transmission of the Yardrat.

"My name is Aodemore, a martial artist from Planet Metamor."

Aodemore looked at Roland and the others with a serious expression. "Two guests who have come from afar, may I ask what brings you here? If it is to exchange martial arts, I would be very happy to do so with you."

"Roland is from the Sephiria Force in the North Galaxy. This gentleman next to him is Broly. They have indeed come to exchange martial arts skills. Having heard of the great name of Planet Metamor, they have come to pay their respects."

"Any form of communication is welcome."

Roland's answer relieved Aodemore. She had realized from the beginning that Roland and his group were not simple. If a conflict were to break out, even if she used the forbidden techniques of the Metamoran, she might not be a match for them. Avoiding a conflict would be the best option.

As for the name of the Sephiria Force, Aodemore had never heard of it because she was located in the East Galaxy.

Roland nodded, calmly observing the other person.

Aodemore is considered a rather pretty Metamoran. She has blue hair and blue eyes, and her long-term training has given her a very well-proportioned figure. With her white top and light blue jacket, she looks incredibly young, and no one would guess that she is already 230 years old.

What's noteworthy is her combat power of nearly a million, a level of strength that is already extremely powerful in the universe.

There are very few powerful female warriors in the universe. Apart from Sephiria and Lulu, Aodemore is the third woman he has seen with a combat power exceeding one million.

"Miss Aodemore, I wonder if there are any martial arts on Planet Metamor that specialize in enhancing mental abilities? My companion lacks mental control due to physical reasons."

"Spiritual martial arts..."

Aodemore pondered for a moment, then shook her head. "No, that's not the case. Spiritual cultivation involves the soul, and even we have very limited research in this area."

"However, there is a tower on the Planet Metamor that is suitable for mental training. That tower has a very effective function in tempering one's will and spirit. You and your friends could go and give it a try."

"Could you take us there to have a look?" Roland asked.

"Of course, no problem," Aodemore said. "Please come with me."

As she spoke, Aodemore took to the air, a pale blue light enveloping her. Seeing this, Roland and Broly followed behind her. Aodemore flew while curiously observing Roland, saying, "Mr. Roland seems to possess a very wondrous method of energy control. I wonder if you could communicate with me? I'm willing to exchange my secret techniques with you."

"Sure."

Roland laughed heartily.

Although the cultivation of aura is mysterious, similar skills exist in the universe, such as those of the Planet Yardrat and Namekian. Aodemore's curiosity about aura cultivation is not because she doesn't know how to conceal her aura, but rather because, as a martial artist, she is curious about unfamiliar martial arts.

To be honest, the martial arts of the Metamoran are far more amazing than those of Earth.

Next, Roland briefly explained the concept of aura. Aodemore closed her eyes and thought for a moment. A flash of blue light passed by, and the energy on her body was instantly transformed into aura mode.

"This training method is somewhat similar to the natural forces of the Namekian."

Aodemore felt the energy within her body for a while.

"They really do look alike."

Roland nodded. The Kami of Earth are Namekian, and most of the martial arts traditions popular on Earth today are ancient martial arts combined with Namekian training methods.

After flying for a while, the group quickly reached their destination, as Planet Metamor. They landed on a plateau surrounded by lush greenery, though the vegetation was noticeably sparser compared to lower altitudes.

After walking for a few more minutes, a magnificent pyramid-shaped building came into view.

Aodemore pointed to the pyramid and said, "That is the Spirit Tower, used by our race to temper their will."

Roland glanced around and noticed a few tents scattered around. Besides the blue-haired Metamoran, there were also some strangely-looking aliens.

"Are there aliens?"

"Planet Metamor never rejects visitors from outside the planet. As long as they are willing to exchange martial arts, we welcome them all," Aodemore said with a smile.

Roland nodded. The Planet Metamor was able to become famous in the East Galaxy was not only because of its strength, but also because of its enterprising spirit. Such a nation will only become stronger as long as it does not suffer from natural disasters or man-made calamities.

"That tower doesn't look very big. How many people can it hold?" Broly counted on his fingers, but soon he didn't have enough fingers to count them all.

"The interior of the Spirit Tower is a self-contained space. As long as people don't enter in the same batch, they will be automatically assigned to different spatial areas. Don't be fooled by the tower's small size; it can create three hundred separate spaces inside," Aodemore said proudly.

"Wow, that's amazing." Broly's eyes widened.

Roland was startled. So, the interior of the Spirit Tower, like the Hyperbolic Time Chamber on Earth, was also a Hyperdimensional Space. However, compared to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, it lacked the function of accelerating time but added the test of willpower.

"Please come in with me, you two."

Aodemore invited Roland and Broly into the Spirit Tower. Roland, skilled and bold, chuckled and showed no concern for any ill intentions. She nodded to Broly and walked straight toward the Spirit Tower.

Buzz!

As if passing through a transparent layer of water, the three arrived in a vast, white world. The air pressure was very high, and the environment was extremely hot. The white space was empty, with various abstract and complex lines drawn on the ground. Looking at these lines for a long time was nauseating, causing them to feel irritable.

"This feeling is very uncomfortable," Roland thought to herself.

Suddenly sensing a surge of violent energy beside her, Roland glanced at Broly and saw that his face was contorted as if he was about to explode. She snapped, "Calm down, don't look at those lines."

Broly immediately closed his eyes, and the chaotic aura emanating from his body calmed down somewhat.

Aodemore said, "This place demands a very high level of mental fortitude. People with weak mental strength are prone to hallucinations if they stay here for too long. Let's head further away; there will be fewer lines there."

Ps: Thanks to "Pipixia Heishan Laoyao" for the 10,000 starting coin reward!

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