The Graceful Maiden Askari

In the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, a gentle breeze stirred up the thick white dust from the ground in an endless white space. The air here was hot and the pressure was extremely low, but it wasn't too harsh for the cultivators inside.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"...

Swish!

Several afterimages flashed by rapidly.

The sound of impact echoed in the empty white space. Android 17 and Android 18 attacked Roland in unison, their fists swung out, dazzling starlight flashing at their tips, the dense energy enough to destroy a planet.

Bang!

Roland calmly floated in mid-air, watching the fists that the two siblings were attacking. He stretched out his palm and easily caught them.

"While his strength is formidable, his fighting skills are still quite rudimentary!"

With a quick glance around, Roland smiled faintly, lightly stepped on the ground, and suddenly disappeared. When she reappeared, she was right in front of Android 17.

The handsome face suddenly loomed large in his field of vision, and Android 17's heart skipped a beat. Every pore on his body stood on end. Before he could react, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen.

Android 17 arched his back and howled in pain, then felt a numbness in his shoulder before Air Strike.

Seeing her younger brother being knocked down by the teacher, Android 18's delicate face was not relaxed; she was highly tense, and her bright eyes kept shifting their gaze.

Suddenly, a figure appeared beside her.

Roland said calmly, "Don't look around, I'm here."

"Ah!"

Android 18 turned around and called out, but at that moment, Roland flicked her forehead with his finger, and a terrifying force suddenly erupted. Android 18 cried out "Ouch!" and was sent flying by the blow.

Roland smiled and shook her head, her face remaining relaxed and calm, her hands behind her back as she waited.

Before long, Android 17 and Android 18 returned and engaged Roland in fierce combat.

Apart from their clothes being somewhat torn, neither of them was seriously injured.

They attacked Roland with all their might, using all their strength each time. If it were an ordinary person, such a huge expenditure of energy would have left them too exhausted to get up long ago. However, the siblings, Android 17 and their brother, possessed limitless energy, and the two siblings were completely unaware of fatigue.

Each attack created a fiery red spectacle, resembling the rising sun.

Boom boom boom... One after another, earth-shattering energies were released, and the entire empty space shook violently. Fortunately, the interior of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber was extremely spacious and the spatial strength was also extremely strong. Otherwise, if it were outside, the Earth would have been destroyed countless times.

Their attacks were incredibly powerful, but in Roland's eyes, they looked like children randomly smashing things with hammers—completely haphazard and crude.

With a grin, Roland turned his head and threw a punch, interrupting their attack with a loud bang.

Then he punched them one by one, sending them flying.

"Alright, that concludes today's training. Use the remaining time to reflect on your shortcomings." Roland once again knocked the siblings to the ground.

"Oops, I lost again, but I lasted a little longer than before!"

A clear and pleasant voice rang out. There was no sign of frustration on Android 18's face. In her opinion, being able to withstand a few more moves from the teacher was already a remarkable improvement.

"Your greatest advantage is your unlimited energy, which gives you power comparable to Super Saiyan. Continue to develop it, and your future will be bright."

Compared to Krillin and Tien Shinhan's ascetic lifestyle, who didn't even have the hope of catching up with Goku and his friends, Android 18 and his friends were already considered exceptionally gifted.

After giving a few instructions, he walked towards Bulla and Trunks in the distance.

"Your turn is next. Are you ready?" Roland approached Trunks and waved to them.

"Ready."

"Ready."

Trunks and Bulla immediately stood up straight and answered loudly.

Trunks, in particular, looked extremely serious. In his view, receiving guidance from a master like Roland was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so how could he not take it seriously? The future world still needed him to protect it.

"Then let's begin," Roland said with a smile.

He would give everyone a pointer once a day, but he didn't personally teach them how to fight, because there was no need for it. Everyone present was at least at the Super Saiyan level, and teaching them the basics would be a bit petty.

Roland would use his own insights to point out the direction of their cultivation, set a framework, and then leave the rest of the time for them to think and discuss on their own.

This guidance is quite programmatic; many principles are not explicitly stated, and they need to understand and comprehend them on their own.

However, given Roland's current level, even learning just a little of the concepts he imparts can benefit them for a lifetime—once martial arts cultivation reaches a high level, what is needed is no longer just a strong physique; comprehension begins to play a crucial role at this point.

If one continues to train according to past experience, an ordinary person will probably only reach the level of Super Saiyan 3.

To comprehend the realm of the gods that follows is virtually impossible.

After reaching Perfect Base Form, Roland's perspective on everything began to change. Under his guidance, everyone's strength underwent earth-shattering changes, like bean sprouts breaking through the soil, needing only a little spring water to nourish them, and growing noticeably every day.

Time flies, and two years have passed inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber in the blink of an eye.

In the vast, empty space, everything remained the same.

Sephiria sat cross-legged beside the enormous hourglass, her beautiful, flowing black hair dancing in the air, and beneath her dark, arched eyebrows, a pair of bright, crimson eyes. She seemed to merge with the space around her, showing no sign of energy leakage.

Over the course of two years, Sephiria solidified and further improved upon what she had learned on Planet God-Killer. Although she was still not as invincible as Roland, she was much stronger than before. Based on her strength, she was already very close to the level Roland was at when he first left Planet God-Killer.

If we return to the Planet God-Killer, we might be able to reach the 38th floor in one go.

Of course, besides Sephiria's obvious improvement in strength, Luo Fei, Askari, Bulla, and Trunks have also improved significantly. For example, Luo Fei and Askari, in terms of energy intensity alone, are now second only to Sephiria and are at the high level of Super Saiyan 2.

With Roland's conscious guidance, the two began to gradually restrain their power, and their Super Saiyan state appeared much calmer than before.

This is just the surface; in a real battle, it will be even more ferocious than thunder.

Next up are Bulla and Trunks, both of whom have reached Super Saiyan Full Power and are no longer under pressure even when facing Perfect Form Cell.

At this point, it can be said that the Super Saiyan on Earth is at Full Power.

Furthermore, Android 17 and Android 18 showed even more significant power increases. As they were Android created from Earthling, their growth potential was not completely blocked by the modification. Coupled with the advantage of the unlimited nano energy source within their bodies, their power increases were no less than those of the Saiyan.

"Android 17 and Android 18's training has also gotten on track. Even if Cell's power increases significantly, it's like a small horse pulling a large cart; it's impossible for him to absorb Android 17."

According to Roland's estimation, even if the strength of the Android 17 team is not as good as Super Perfect Cell, it should be about the same.

In any case, even if Bulla and Trunks team up at Full Power, they can't beat them.

"Dad!" Just as Roland was taking his test, a clear and melodious voice rang out. Then, as if struck by an elephant, Askari a bear hug and flew over like a swallow returning to its nest.

"Askari, you've grown up." Roland pushed Askari away, preventing her from lunging at him.

Two years have passed, Askari has come of age. Especially in the last few months, the Saiyan growth factor has been released, and her body has grown rapidly as if she had been injected with hormones, changing almost every day. She is now 1.7 meters tall, with a slender figure, graceful posture, and a cascade of smooth, golden hair.

The little bean sprout has grown into a beautiful young woman.

From afar, she exudes the same youthful energy as Sephiria, only slightly more Askari Sephiria.

But it's genuine; it's grown up now.

Roland naturally enjoyed his daughter's affection, but as she grew older, he needed to be more discreet and could no longer hug and cuddle her like he did when she was little.

"Hey, I forgot." Askari tapped her head, her eyes darting around, her jewel-like eyes sparkling with a mesmerizing light.

"Father, since you say I'm all grown up, does that mean I can inherit the throne?"

Askari had long coveted the position of Saiyan Queen on Planet Sadala.

When Askari was wandering Autonomous State, after learning about her origins, she was both frightened and suddenly felt incredibly powerful. She even fantasized about one day seizing the throne from Sephiria and ruling the Saiyan herself. However, she never expected that after recognizing Roland and the others, she would transform into the princess of Planet Sadala and truly have the right to inherit the throne.

Roland was silent for a moment, then said, "You should ask your mother about this."

"Yes, Askari!" A cold, sharp voice rang out from behind.

"You really want to inherit the throne?"

Askari shrank back, stiffly turning her head to see Sephiria staring at her dangerously.

Oh no, that was too hasty!

Now is not the time for a change of dynasty on the Planet Sadala.

"Mom, I was just kidding, how could I think that!" Askari coughed and smiled obsequiously.

"I think you've thought it through quite clearly."

Sephiria stared sternly at her, then grabbed Askari's ear. "I think you've gotten a bit too cocky lately. If you want to inherit the throne, you'd better manage your Askari Legion first."

"Practice with me a bit; I've neglected to discipline you lately."

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Askari cried out, pouting. She realized that she was no longer loved after growing up. She knew that when she was little, her mother would tolerate her little tantrums, but now she would hit her at the drop of a hat.

Mingming has grown up and become even more beautiful.

Why isn't she loved?

Is this what they call "like repels like"?