Yamcha was the last one to walk into Simulated Battlefield.
"Divine Eye Kamehameha" of Tien Shinhan, "Golden Psychic Realm" of Chiaotzu,
When the two people came out, although their faces were tired, their eyes were frighteningly bright, as if there were flames burning.
He stood in the corridor for a while, drank the last half of the weird-tasting fungus drink, and then walked to the door of Simulated Battlefield.
"Yamcha."
Krillin's voice came from behind.
Yamcha turned around and saw Krillin leaning on the other end of the corridor, his hands in his pockets and his eyes calm.
"Don't think too much, your foundation is stronger than you think."
Yamcha grinned, showing his white teeth, with his trademark free and easy look.
"When have you ever seen me overthinking things? I am a man who has experienced great storms both in love and on the battlefield."
Krillin raised his chin and motioned for him to come in.
Yamcha pushed open the heavy alloy door.
The door slowly closed behind him.
The training plan selection interface unfolded before his eyes, and Yamcha's gaze stopped directly on "Psychological Simulation Battlefield" without hesitation.
The explanation is very straightforward: the system will scan the user's memory and subconscious, generate a battle scenario where the user's mental defenses are weakest, and force the user to find a breakthrough through repeated failures.
The researchers at Universe 12 privately call it "Heart Demon Furnace".
Yamcha chose it without hesitation.
Space switching.
The dome turned into a gray sky, the broken rocky ground was beneath our feet, and the ruins of broken walls were visible in the distance.
A familiar feeling of despair came over me.
Yamcha recognizes this place.
Standing in front of him was Cell, with a long absorption tail and disgusting mucus dripping from its mouth.
"How dare you, a piece of trash like you, stand in front of me?"
Cell's voice was shrill and harsh, full of contempt at the top of the biological chain.
It took one step and its tail swept forward like a poisonous snake.
Yamcha's eyes condensed, he jumped up to dodge, and formed seals with his hands. Purple-Gold Core inside his body roared, and majestic energy poured into his palms instantly.
"Wolf Fang Fist!"
The golden wolf roared and burst out from the fist, slamming into Cell's green carapace.
However, Cell doesn't move at all.
The sharp tail rolled up at a faster speed.
Yamcha was whipped away violently, and his back hit the rock wall in the distance. The pain of broken bones was extremely real.
Cut the scene again.
The green bamboo forest path is dappled with sunlight.
The young Krillin stood in front, with the bald head that he remembered so vividly, with only one index finger extended.
That was the first memory of him being truly crushed in his life, and it was also the beginning of the cracks in his martial arts heart.
One index finger negated all his efforts in the first half of his life.
He didn't even see clearly how Krillin took action.
The simulated Krillin did not speak, but raised its index finger expressionlessly.
Yamcha The roots of the teeth are tight and the eyes are red.
"Come on!"
Fingertips pop out.
Yamcha blocked with all his strength, Purple-Gold Core burst out with a tsunami-like combat power, crossed his arms to protect his chest, and the golden Aura formed a thick shield.
Useless.
The index finger lightly touched his arm, and all the defenses instantly collapsed, and a huge force penetrated him.
His arm was bounced away and he received a solid blow to his chest. He flew out again like a kite with its string broken.
The scenes keep switching.
Vegeta's contemptuous eyes.
Super Android 13's cold fist.
Syn Shenron The aftermath that was unintentionally emitted when the city was destroyed.
Every scene is his weakness, his failure, his powerlessness.
The system dug out every memory he wanted to forget from his subconscious and threw it in front of him without mercy.
Yamcha was knocked down again and again.
Purple-Gold Core gives him unlimited physical strength, allowing him to be knocked down endlessly and get up endlessly, feeling the despair.
This kind of training is so vicious that it is almost cruel.
After being flicked away by the simulated Krillin for the thirtieth time, Yamcha lay on the gravel with severe pain all over his body. He stared at the gray sky and suddenly smiled.
The laughter grew louder and louder, with a hint of madness.
"System, do you think I will collapse if you show me this repeatedly?"
No answer.
Yamcha sat up and shook the gravel out of his hair, but his eyes were extremely clear.
"Let me tell you, I can see these scenes every night when I close my eyes. It's much clearer than your simulation."
"When I was killed by Androids, I was thinking, 'Why the hell am I the first one to die?'"
"When I was flicked away by Krillin, I was thinking, 'What elixir did this bald head take?'"
"But I never thought 'forget it'."
He stood up slowly.
He clenched his right hand into a fist, a purple-gold light swam across the fist, and the outline of a wolf's head vaguely appeared at the edge of the fist.
"Everyone knows that I am the weakest among Z Fighters on Earth. I am the one who makes up the numbers and is the backdrop."
"But the weakest one is still standing."
"This is my martial arts. If you can't beat me, you still have to stand!"
The simulation system was quiet for a moment, as if it was recalculating his mental model.
Then, all the phantoms appeared simultaneously.
Cell, Vegeta, Frieza, Krillin, Syn Shenron... all his inner demons stood in front of him.
The gray sky turned a desperate crimson.
Yamcha did not go back.
He closed his eyes.
The voice of Master Mutaito emerged from the depths of memory. Three hundred years ago, the old man stood in front of the waterfall and taught them the first lesson.
"To cut off a waterfall, it's not about using strength against strength, but about finding the weakest point in the water curtain and cutting it down."
Master Roshi's voice followed closely. The bad old man was on the beach, teaching him how to use Qi while reading beauty magazines.
"Angry is like picking up girls. The more nervous you are, the more it will run away. Relax, be natural, and let it flow out on its own."
One teaches him to find weaknesses.
One teaches him to relax naturally.
Yamcha suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.
Purple-Gold Core's energy is no longer just roughly concentrated on the fist surface, but like a stream, evenly penetrates into every muscle and every meridian in the body.
His body was completely relaxed, his breathing slowed down, and his heartbeat stabilized.
But the purple-gold light was operating in a completely new way within his body, becoming brighter and brighter.
The principle of Wolf Fang Fist is to imitate the bite of a wolf.
But why are wolves so powerful?
Not because the claws are sharp, not because of the speed.
It's because wolves never go head-to-head with prey that's bigger than themselves.
It only stares at the weakness of its prey, lurks in the most relaxed posture, waits for the opportunity, bites the vital point with one blow, and never lets go.
Yamcha raised his right hand.
A Physical Wolf Spirit that condensed all his Martial Arts Will and purple-gold energy quietly took shape behind him, lifelike, and even every hair exuded a golden-purple brilliance.
"Master Mutaito taught me to find weaknesses."
He took the first step, and the wolf soul roared.
"Master Roshi taught me to relax."
He took the second step, and the sharp claws of the wolf soul popped out silently.
"Purple-Gold Core gives me unlimited strength to try and make mistakes."
After taking the third step, the wolf soul's eyes lit up with a dazzling golden-purple light.
"Then come, my inner demons!"
Yamcha rushed out.
His figure shuttled among the many phantoms, no longer resisting forcefully, but like a real lone wolf, looking for flaws in the herd.
Facing Cell's tail blow, he dodged sideways, his fist not hitting the hard carapace, but grazing the knuckles of his tail.
Wherever the fist passed, there was no loud noise, only a sharp "hiss" sound, as if the cloth was being torn.
The space itself was cut with a dark opening.
Yamcha himself was stunned for a moment.
The space crack instantly swallowed up the phantom of Cell.
All phantoms shattered and dissipated.
The text on the holographic panel jumped wildly, and even garbled characters appeared.
"Warning! Unrecognized spatial anomaly detected!"
"New skill identification: space tearing close combat technique."
"Attack characteristics: The fist edge has a local space rupture effect, and has 'Laws level' penetration against both physical defenses and Energy Shield."
"Evaluation level: Divine Realm lower."
Yamcha retracted his fist and looked at his palm. The tiny space crack was still lingering on his fingertips for a long time.
The wolf spirit behind him circled around his wrist, like a coquettish big dog, and then merged into his arm.
"Wolf God Space-Rending Fist."
He read the name and then grinned brightly.
"Sounds much more handsome."
The door opens.
Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu stood outside, obviously waiting for a long time.
Yamcha came out and pulled the collar that was torn by the energy.
"How is it?" Chiaotzu floated over and asked curiously.
Yamcha stretched out his right hand and opened his fingers. At the fingertips, a very thin black crack flashed away.
Chiaotzu's golden pupils reflected the crack, and his eyes suddenly widened.
Tien Shinhan's third eye jumped suddenly, and a sharp sense of crisis made his muscles tense.
"A space-type move?"
"Yes."
Yamcha flicked his wrist, his posture was relaxed, but his eyes were firmer than ever before.
"From now on, three Earthlings are enough."
Tien Shinhan looked at him, the corners of his mouth raised slightly in a rare way.
Chiaotzu clapped her little hands happily.
At the end of the corridor, he had already turned around and walked towards the scientific research area, with a happy smile on his face.