I Don't Want to Clash Head-On with Youngsters

Below the stage, a few bold girls shouted, "Yamcha, be my boyfriend!!"

"Go for it, handsome!"

The girls were so direct, their shouts so blatant, that Yamcha's face turned even redder, and he almost wished he could find a crack to crawl into.

Jackie Chun suddenly turned serious and said, "A martial artist should keep his mind as still as water, unmoved by external things. If you can't even handle the stares of girls, how can you unleash your true strength at a critical moment?"

Yamcha's mind snapped to attention. "Thank you, old master..."

The referee had already started urging them on.

Jackie Chun assumed a starting stance and said, "Come on, young man, let me see what you've got!"

Yamcha knew he couldn't stall any longer. He just wanted to finish the match as quickly as possible and escape this place. So he launched the first attack, a swift straight punch aimed straight at Jackie Chun's face.

Jackie Chun easily sidestepped it, while quietly saying, "Don't let your eyes wander. Focus on my movements."

Yamcha unleashed his special move, his fists whistling fiercely. "Wolf Fang Fist!"

Jackie Chun gained a certain understanding of his strength. About a year had passed, and his power was much greater than before. It seemed he had trained diligently. But his growth was still far from enough. While effortlessly blocking, Jackie Chun continued to offer guidance. "Your strength isn't bad, kid, but your mental fortitude is lacking..."

Yamcha said awkwardly, "Sorry, I've had gynophobia since I was a kid. I've never known how to talk to them. I get nervous as soon as I see them..."

Jackie Chun couldn't help but ask, puzzled, "What? Gynophobia?"

Yamcha nodded.

Jackie Chun was still confused. "Girls are all lovely. What's there to be afraid of?"

"This..." Yamcha was momentarily speechless. He was just born this way; he couldn't help it.

Jackie Chun instructed him again, "A powerful martial artist must first conquer his own inner demons. Don't let them affect your fists."

Yamcha nodded, trying his best to avoid the influence of women. Then he assumed his starting stance again and launched a fierce assault on Jackie Chun. For a moment, he was unstoppable, drawing cheers from many female fans. They kept cheering and shouting for Yamcha, which only made his performance worse and worse.

Jackie Chun sighed. "Seeing you so popular with the girls is really annoying! Why isn't there any girl cheering for an old man like me..."

As he spoke, Jackie Chun threw a serious punch. Yamcha let out a cry of pain and tumbled backward, landing spread-eagled on the grass outside the ring. The cheers abruptly stopped.

"Out of bounds!"

"Contestant Yamcha has fallen out of bounds!"

"Contestant Jackie Chun wins!"

Only then did the audience below give Jackie Chun applause. "Not bad, old man, you're amazing!"

"That young man was pretty good too, but he's far inferior to the old master!"

"What a dreamlike battle, so satisfying to watch!"

The referee shouted, "Contestant Jackie Chun is truly unfathomable, winning without breaking a sweat!"

Amy saw Yamcha lose and said with some regret, "That handsome guy actually lost. What a shame..."

Bulma laughed, "In terms of strength, he's still far behind Sun Mo, but he's already much stronger than an ordinary person. Amy, having him as your boyfriend wouldn't be bad!"

Amy pouted, "Are you kidding? The boyfriend I find will definitely be stronger than yours!"

Bulma spread her hands. "A handsome guy stronger than Sun Mo isn't easy to find. If that's your standard, you might end up single for life!"

Amy put her hands on her hips and said, "Even if I'm single for life, I'm not going to settle..."

"Still, even if you were willing to settle, you probably wouldn't get the chance..." Bulma continued, looking toward the ring.

Amy blinked. "What do you mean?"

When she followed Bulma's gaze, she saw several young girls already crowding around Yamcha, fussing over him and helping him up.

"That guy lost, and he's still this popular. I guess handsome men really are a scarce resource..."

"Next match: Sun Mo vs. Nan Wu. Please come to the stage."

At the announcer's call, Nam was the first to step onto the ring.

Jackie Chun observed Sun Mo's opponent and noticed him.

Especially after the previous match, he saw the worry etched on his face and guessed he must be troubled by something.

Jackie Chun murmured, "Let me see what's going on..."

With that, he used Mind Reading on Nan Wu.

Drought had left his village with no harvest. His hometown was suffering from a water shortage.

His purpose in coming to this tournament was different from others—he needed to win the prize money to buy water.

Jackie Chun withdrew his Mind Reading.

"I see!"

He had already figured out how to help him after he left the stage.

Soon, Sun Mo calmly stepped onto the ring.

Bulma immediately cheered from below.

"Go for it, honey!!"

At the same time, some other girls in the audience cheered too.

"Another handsome guy! Go for it!"

Goku and Krillin were cheering him on from backstage.

Seeing both contestants on stage, the announcer didn't waste time and immediately declared the match started.

"Third match, begin!"

The two exchanged polite gestures, then each assumed their opening stance.

Nam attacked first.

He moved like the wind, charging at Sun Mo, and swung a sharp knife-hand strike toward him.

The audience perked up at such a swift motion.

"What a fierce fighter!"

"Guess dark-skinned guys are always tough!"

But Sun Mo's figure flickered, and Nam's quick knife-hand strike missed.

"What?"

In that moment of distraction, Sun Mo whipped a leg around and struck Nam.

"Bam!"

With a dull thud, Nam tumbled away like a ragdoll.

Just as he was about to fall off the ring, he snapped to, grabbed the edge, and climbed back up.

Sun Mo didn't press the attack to knock him off.

The crowd below was stunned.

"That young guy... he's really strong!"

"Did he even throw a move? I didn't see a thing!"

Bulma immediately cheered.

"Go, Sun Mo! Knock him off!"

Amy, seeing Sun Mo's strike was nearly invisible, realized just how strong he was.

She had seen him stop a bullet with his bare hands before, and knowing he was Bulma's boyfriend, she couldn't help but feel jealous again.

She glanced at Bulma cheering happily and thought to herself, "Tch. Bulma... she's really lucky..."

Nam climbed back onto the ring, pressed his palms together, and said, "Thank you for holding back just now!

But I have a reason I have to win, so I won't go easy!"

Sun Mo beckoned him with a finger.

"Your reason isn't my reason. It won't affect my fists. If you want to beat me, you'll have to rely on strength!"

Nam nodded.

"Well said. Then I'm coming!"

With that, he let out a loud shout, leaped high into the sky, and crossed his arms in an X.

"Sky Cross Palm!"

The next moment, Nam plunged straight at Sun Mo.

His momentum was overwhelming, as if he had turned into a comet.

Sun Mo still held his starting stance, but facing this move, he showed no sign of dodging—as if he intended to clash head-on.

Jackie Chun, watching from the sidelines, was startled: "Get out of the way! Don't try to meet a move like that head-on!"

Unexpectedly, Sun Mo didn't retreat but advanced, stomping hard on the ground and throwing a punch straight at Nam.

"Bam!"

A heavy, muffled impact. Nam's Sky Cross Palm shattered, and he was sent flying backward, landing outside the ring.

Sun Mo, meanwhile, casually flipped over and landed lightly on the platform.

Victory was decided.

Clearly, Sun Mo's fist was the harder one.

The referee immediately shouted, "Contestant Nam has fallen out of the ring. Sun Mo wins!"

Jackie Chun couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath.

"This guy really keeps you on edge. At my age, I don't want to go head-to-head with a youngster..."