A Fateful Battle with the Truck

Sun Mo immediately began plowing the fields.

Goku saw this and started imitating him, trying to look the part.

Plowing seemed simple, but it actually wasn't without its tricks.

Relying on brute force alone wouldn't work; it required control, a deft touch.

You had to gather your energy at the edge of your palm, like using an invisible plow to cut into the soil.

As you worked, you had to feel the resistance of the earth, adjusting the angle and force, keeping it even.

Although they hadn't trained in using their energy, they unconsciously tapped into it while laboring.

This task helped with mastering energy control.

After working for a while, Sun Mo found that plowing was actually very tiring.

And plowing wasn't like hunting—it wouldn't be over in minutes.

There were at least several hundred acres of land on this mountain that needed plowing. Finishing it all was a heavy task.

You had to manage your strength well, using clever techniques to conserve energy, just to complete a single day's work.

In future battles, controlling power output would be even more important, and it all came down to the accumulation of daily details.

For example, swatting a mosquito only needed a light slap; using a cannon to kill a mosquito wasted firepower and wrecked the environment.

Conversely, Vegeta's princely fighting style looked fierce, but it drained his stamina too heavily, and he'd be spent in five minutes.

Thinking of all the benefits for training and growth, Sun Mo worked even harder.

Goku kept his head down and worked the whole time, only occasionally glancing at Sun Mo to make sure he wasn't falling behind. His plowing technique was also getting more scientific.

Son Gohan watched the two, both sharp and diligent, and smiled with satisfaction.

At first, they only turned over one patch at a time, managing just a small hillside in a day.

But soon, their speed picked up.

Sunrise, sunset.

On the first day, that open slope was completely leveled and softened.

On the second day, they expanded their reclamation to the edge of the stream.

On the third day, another hillside.

On the fourth day...

They trained and labored tirelessly, nearly turning over the entire Mount Paozu.

After a few days, Gohan looked at the farmland they'd opened up, which had already far exceeded the plan, and his face bloomed with a smile.

"These two little ones are really capable!"

"Even if we don't hunt, by the autumn harvest, we'll have enough grain and vegetables to eat, and we can sell the rest for some money."

He glanced at Goku and Sun Mo's clothes; they seemed a bit short.

"In the blink of an eye, they've grown taller. I should make them two new sets of clothes...

But we won't have a harvest until autumn, and that's too long to wait.

In a few days, after we finish planting, I'll take them down the mountain to deliver milk in the city."

In the blink of an eye, a few days passed.

Mount Paozu was completely plowed and watered once.

These days had been a huge project, and both Goku and Sun Mo were exhausted.

"Sun Mo, Goku, tomorrow Grandpa is taking you to deliver milk in the city. You need to sleep early today!"

Goku blinked in surprise. "Deliver milk in the city?"

Son Gohan nodded. "That's right. It's also a form of training."

"Great, I can't wait."

They lived on the mountain, almost cut off from the world, but it wasn't like they'd never gone down.

Since Gohan was alive, he'd take them along to carry things whenever he went down to buy supplies.

Though they hadn't gone down many times, Goku wasn't a complete country bumpkin anymore.

He knew about cars, women, and skyscrapers.

But even so, the prospect of going down the mountain still excited them.

The two crawled into bed early, forcing their eyes shut despite the excitement, but they didn't fall into a deep sleep until late into the night.

The next day, after going down the mountain, Son Gohan took them straight to the milk station.

In this era, milk didn't have special packaging. The station only sold pure milk in glass bottles.

The two of them turned into milkmen, each carrying a crate of milk, running purely on foot to the front door of every house.

They placed the fresh milk into designated boxes and collected the old empty bottles.

After just a few deliveries, their pace began to slow.

Son Gohan quickly reminded them, "Goku, Sun Mo, milk has a very short shelf life—you need to speed up!"

"Oh! Got it!"

The two shifted from walking to running.

Beyond that, delivering milk wasn't about sprinting down main roads; they had to weave through all kinds of terrain and staircases, dodge pedestrians and cars—compared to farming, it demanded far more focus. This milk delivery was no easy task.

After a full day of delivering milk, Sun Mo and Goku were utterly exhausted.

Their foreheads were plastered with sweat, their breathing heavy, and their eyelids drooped.

But the milk wasn't finished yet—they had to see it through to the end.

Goku said, "Grandpa, with all those cars out there, why don't we use one to deliver?"

Son Gohan chuckled, "Delivering milk is just a side task; training is our real goal."

"Oh! I forgot."

Sun Mo had known all along this was training and hadn't said a word.

Now that he thought about it, the grueling training he'd thought he did in his past life was nothing but child's play compared to this.

This was the starting point of his future strength, the foundation of his breakthroughs, the path every strong person must walk.

He let the sweat drip from his chin, splattering into the dust.

Seeing the two were a bit worn out, Son Gohan encouraged them, "Keep it up!

Just three more houses, and today's task is done!"

Sun Mo suddenly accelerated.

"Haha, I'm definitely finishing first!"

With that, he dashed to the front.

Goku immediately said, "Hey, Sun Mo, wait for me!"

He hurriedly chased after him.

Son Gohan smiled from behind and said, "Don't run when crossing the street—watch your safety!"

But no sooner had he said it than it happened.

Just as they rounded a corner and charged toward the main road, a piercing horn blast suddenly exploded!

"BEEP BEEP—!!!"

A truck loaded with cargo, like an out-of-control steel beast, came barreling down the slope!

In the middle of the road, a woman leading a little girl of three or four was frozen in terror.

The driver was panicking, the brakes completely useless.

Sun Mo's pupils sharply contracted.

The next moment, his body couldn't help but move.

Not to dash over, scoop up the people, and run away.

Instead, he dropped the milk and charged at the truck, pressing both hands against its front to try and force it to stop.

"Stop—right now!!!"

Son Gohan was horrified, "Sun Mo, get out of the way..."

Even though he had grown much stronger, he was still just this small—how could he possibly stop a truck?

But Sun Mo wasn't stubborn.

Realizing he couldn't stop the truck, he still didn't back down.

Instead, he lowered his body, dug his hands under the truck's front bumper, and heaved upward.

In an instant, the front of the truck lifted, the drive wheels left the ground, spinning wildly in the air.

Sun Mo's feet sank deep into the asphalt, and the truck's momentum dragged him backward, shattering the ground for several meters.

He kept sliding until the truck's front was less than half a meter from the mother and daughter.

Finally, the inertia was completely neutralized—the truck stopped!

Sun Mo set the front down.

"Creak—BAM!!!"

The air suddenly went still.

Only the hiss of the truck's air brakes and Sun Mo's heavy breathing remained.