Mr. Satan's Dojo.
"Hehehe."
A group of disciples are learning martial arts here.
They all came to worship him as their master because of his reputation as Mr. Satan Dojo.
Hercule, fighter, martial arts instructor.
He trained at a martial arts dojo in the "Satan City" when he was young.
He relied on his considerable strength and the good fortune of having his competitors suffer food poisoning.
Not long after, Hercule went on to win the World Martial Arts Tournament for several consecutive years.
Therefore, he is known as the world champion, and because of the name of his dojo, he is called "Mr. Satan Dojo".
Although it was because Son Gohan defeated Cell.
Hercule did not become the savior of the earth.
But he's now a well-known figure in the world of martial arts.
Those who join Hercule's ranks are all after the title of world champion.
His fame and status were not as high as in the anime, and he was not as wealthy either.
Brush.
A figure appeared out of nowhere in front of Hercule.
"Have I been working too hard these past few days? I'm even hallucinating now."
"Hercule said to himself."
He unconsciously rubbed his eyes with his hand.
"Hercule, you are not hallucinating."
That's right, the person who came was none other than Son Gohan, who used his Instant Transmission ability to find Hercule.
"Holy crap, are you a human or a ghost?"
Hercule broke out in a cold sweat, his hair standing on end.
He saw that the young man had appeared out of thin air in front of him.
"Of course I'm a person. I've come to you to discuss something."
Son Gohan said with a smile.
He walked over and sat down on the sofa.
"Ahem, are you trying to become my apprentice? My requirements are very high, and the fees aren't cheap either."
Upon hearing Son Gohan's words, Hercule's sense of superiority surged forth.
He noticed that the boy's clothes were expensive, and he was obviously a wealthy person.
"Hahaha, interesting, Hercule, you actually want to be my master."
Son Gohan hadn't expected this guy to be so interesting.
No wonder this guy made his fortune in anime just by talking.
"I've been the champion of the World Martial Arts Tournament for several consecutive years, and I'm even a world champion."
Hercule smugly grinned.
He even swung his fists and feet a few times on the spot, showing off his strength.
"If you defeat me, I'll become your disciple, and I'll give you whatever money you want."
Son Gohan walked up to Hercule and laughed, "This guy is still as fun as ever."
"Okay, it's a deal. Follow me."
Hercule looked smug.
This kid is just stupid and rich, daring to challenge the champion of the World Martial Arts Tournament.
Hehehe, it's like someone brings you a pillow when you're sleepy.
The two soon arrived at a cultivation room, which appeared to be Hercule's personal cultivation place.
"Young man, you'd better be careful."
Hercule got into battle mode and said to Son Gohan with a smug look on his face.
Dealing with a mere kid is a piece of cake.
"Hercule, money is no object as long as you defeat me."
Son Gohan waved and smiled at Hercule.
He just wants to have some fun and relax.
"Young man, I've arrived."
Hercule's eyes lit up; Son Gohan was now a gold mine in front of him.
He charged straight at Son Gohan.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Hercule unleashed a barrage of punches at Son Gohan.
But it was as if the other party knew what he was doing.
Each time, he was just a hair's breadth away from hitting the young man in front of him.
He didn't use much force at first, afraid of hurting the young man.
Now Hercule sees Son Gohan constantly flickering within his punches, making it impossible for him to hit him.
His power gradually increased, and a series of fierce punches rained down on Son Gohan.
"How is this possible? How come I can't hit it?"
Hercule grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed; he had now unleashed all his techniques.
Unexpectedly, they didn't even manage to touch the hem of the other person's clothes.
"Hercule, is this all the power you have?"
Son Gohan smiled at the shocked Hercule.
He wants to play around slowly; otherwise, he could blast the other person to smithereens with just a glance.
"Damn it, if I land just one punch, you're finished."
"Hercule said in a fit of rage."
He used all his strength, determined not to believe he couldn't hit the kid.
"You're so confident? Even if I did manage to land a punch on you, so what?"
Son Gohan's lips curled up in a smile, and he suddenly stopped dodging.
Bang bang bang!
Hercule unleashed a series of powerful punches that landed squarely on Son Gohan.
[Ding, you have received 20 Battle Power attribute.]
[Combat Power +20.]
A system notification sounded in Son Gohan's mind.
"Ouch."
After Hercule finished hitting him, both fists burned with pain, covered in bruises.
He couldn't help but wail.
His arms were trembling uncontrollably, and cold sweat was streaming down his forehead.
His blows to Son Gohan felt like hitting a steel plate; the pain contorted Hercule's face.
"Hehehe, Hercule, I'll help you."
Son Gohan laughed at Hercule was in obvious pain.
He unleashed a healing energy beam at the other person.
"My hand no longer hurts, and my strength has fully returned."
"What exactly is going on?"
Hercule stared at Son Gohan in shock.
I never expected this kid to have such amazing skills.
Bang!
Son Gohan glared, and with a burst of energy, slammed Hercule against the wall.
"No, that's impossible. I must be dreaming. How could there be such a powerful person on this earth?"
Hercule spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body embedded in the wall in a starfish shape.
He felt as if all the bones in his body were falling apart.
"Dreaming? I'll let you experience what death feels like."
Son Gohan used his Object Control Technique to grab Hercule, grabbing him by the neck and lifting him up.
"It hurts so much."
Hercule panicked and struggled desperately.
A sense of despair welled up inside him; he felt as if his neck was being clamped by an iron clamp.
Soon, he began to have difficulty breathing, his face turned ashen, and his eyes started to roll back.
A profound sense of death instantly swept over his entire body.
Only then did Son Gohan release his grip on Hercule's neck.
With a thud, Hercule collapsed like a lump of mud.
He breathed in the fresh air deeply, feeling as if he had escaped death.
"Hercule, is this still a dream?"
Son Gohan waited until Hercule's breathing calmed down before asking the question.
He wasn't in a hurry; if the other party still didn't believe him, he could take his time.
"This isn't a dream, young man, save me!"
Although Hercule can breathe, he was injured internally by the aura emanating from Son Gohan.
He feels pain all over his body, as if his internal organs have shifted.
Son Gohan unleashed another Healing Beam from his hand, striking Mr. Hercule.
The other person's injuries were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Wow, that's amazing! I've actually recovered!"
Hercule stood up from the ground, staring at his body in disbelief.
He saw the blood on the ground and the dent in the wall where the large characters he had just been embedded were now etched.
Hercule felt a chill run down his spine, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that it was all real.