Supermodel Reward

The host's little moustache beneath his blond hair twitched like a cockroach getting electrocuted.

The microphone in his hand was more than just a tool for amplification; it was practically a lifeline.

The footage of Mr. Shen being flicked away with a single finger was still playing on the big screen.

But that did nothing to cool the crowd's excitement. If anything, it was like pouring a ladle of water into boiling oil.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Hold your breath!"

"At this very moment, even the wheels of history have to stop and change a tire!"

The host roared, spittle spraying a rainbow in the sunlight.

"The excitement isn't over yet!"

"We're about to witness the strongest match of this Martial Arts Tournament! A clash between fellow students of the Turtle School!"

"On one side, we have the unfathomable Bald Demon King Krillin; on the other, the Martial Arts Red Son Goku, who only gets stronger when faced with a strong opponent!"

"There can only be one champion, and only one strongest man on Earth!"

Krillin stood in the Arena, paying no attention to the deafening roar around him.

His entire focus was on the pale blue screen that only he could see.

[ Ding! The host has entered the finals. Final mission triggered. ]

[ Mission objective: Defeat Goku and win the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament. ]

[ Mission restrictions: Do not kill the opponent, do not fall out of the Arena, and do not use external weapons. ]

[ Victory reward: S-Rank Talent — "Goku's Battle Instinct (Plundered Version)." ]

For a split second, Krillin's breathing stopped.

He'd expected the system to give him some attribute points, or perhaps a skill book like "Destructo Disc Kai."

But he hadn't expected it to put Goku's most essential, most ridiculous cheat ability up for grabs.

He opened the detailed description of the reward. The dense text made his scalp tingle and his heart race.

[ Talent description: This is the most unreasonable battle aptitude in the universe. Anyone with this talent has a body that functions as the most precise martial arts copy machine. ]

[ Trait One: Visual Replication. Any technique based on "ki" or "martial arts" can be understood after one look, picked up after two, and performed better than the original after three. Examples: Master Roshi spent fifty years mastering the Kamehameha, yet the original user released it after seeing it just once; Tien Shinhan's Solar Flare, a Namekian's Giant Form (requires a suitable physique), and Frieza's Destructo Disc can all be mastered instantly. ]

[ Trait Two: Absolute Adaptation. Evolve in real time during battle. The stronger the opponent, the faster you improve. Against Hit's "Time Skip," which can freeze time, you can predict the future within a few moves and break through the barriers of time; against an enemy from a dimension beyond your own, you can force your way past your limits on the brink of death. ]

[ Trait Three: Divine Domain. An innate affinity for higher-dimensional energy. Whether it's a forbidden technique that pushes the body beyond its limits, like Kaio-ken, or a divine technique that borrows the power of all living things, like the Spirit Bomb, you can master them in an extremely short time. Even "Ultra Instinct," which even the Gods of Destruction struggle to attain, is within reach—allowing every cell in your body to develop an independent consciousness, automatically dodging and counterattacking while you're unaware. ]

[ Note: When this talent fuses with the host's "Saitama Template," the resulting interaction will be unpredictable. ]

Krillin swallowed.

This wasn't a talent. It was a key to the backyard of Zeno's house.

The Saitama Template had given him "the removal of limits" and "absolute strength." It was his foundation, the confidence that one punch could bring peace to the world.

But the Dragon Ball world had far too many strange techniques and rules: the Evil Containment Wave, Body Change, turning people into chocolate, stopping time...

With this talent and Saitama's body, he'd no longer be a brute who could only throw basic punches. He'd be a jack-of-all-trades monster, proficient in every technique and able to overcome them all with sheer force.

"I'm claiming this reward."

Krillin clenched his fists, his knuckles crackling like popping beans. He looked at Goku, his gaze turning feverish, like a beggar who hadn't eaten for three days spotting a dripping roast chicken.

Goku felt a little unnerved by Krillin's stare and instinctively took half a step back, raising his hands protectively in front of his chest.

"Krillin, there's something weird about your eyes... You look like Bulma when she sees a jewel."

"That's not it. I'm just admiring my prize... I mean, my opponent."

Krillin grinned, showing a row of white teeth. The sunlight reflected dazzlingly off his bald head.

"Hehe, I don't know what you're thinking, but I can tell you're strong now. Really strong!"

Goku quickly forgot that strange feeling, his excitement taking its place.

He rolled his ankles, lowered his body slightly, and assumed the Turtle School's opening stance.

"Krillin, you know? For the past three years at Kami's Lookout, I've been looking forward to this moment in the finals every day."

Goku's voice wasn't loud, but it carried remarkably well.

"Mr. Popo taught me to be as calm as the sky and as fast as lightning."

"But whenever I think about the thrill of battle, I just can't stay calm!"

"Then don't."

Krillin touched his wristband, and the Nano Gravity Battle Suit instantly retracted, revealing a body of powerful muscles, sculpted like marble.

There was no exaggerated bulk to them; every muscle was astonishingly smooth, brimming with explosive power.