I Don't Want to Go Head-to-Head with Youngsters

A few bold girls in the audience shouted, "Yamcha, be my boyfriend!!"

"Come on, handsome!"

With the girls being so forward and their shouts so blatant, Yamcha's face turned even redder. He almost wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Jackie Chun suddenly turned serious. "A martial artist should keep his heart calm and remain unmoved by outside influences.

"If you can't even handle the girls' attention, how will you bring out your true strength when it matters?"

Yamcha's heart stirred.

"Thank you, old master..."

The referee had already begun urging them to hurry.

Jackie Chun assumed a ready stance and said, "Come on, young man. Let me see what you can do!"

Yamcha knew he couldn't put it off any longer. He just wanted to finish the match as quickly as possible and get out of there.

So he launched the first attack, driving a swift straight punch toward Jackie Chun's face.

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

Yamcha unleashed his signature technique, his fists cutting through the air.

"Wolf Fang Fist!"

Jackie Chun had gained a fairly good understanding of his strength.

He'd grown much stronger over the past year. It seemed he'd trained hard.

But he still had a long way to go.

Jackie Chun continued to give him pointers while blocking his attacks with ease.

"You're not bad, young man, but your mental fortitude needs work..."

Yamcha said awkwardly, "Sorry. I've had a fear of women since I was little. I've never known how to talk to them, and I get nervous as soon as I see them..."

Jackie Chun couldn't help asking, "What? A fear of women?"

Yamcha nodded.

Jackie Chun asked in confusion, "But girls are so adorable. What's there to be afraid of?"

"Well..."

Yamcha was at a loss for words.

He'd been born that way. There was nothing he could do about it.

Jackie Chun instructed him again, "The first thing a powerful martial artist must overcome is his own inner demons. Don't let them affect your punches."

Yamcha nodded, doing his best not to let the women distract him.

Then he assumed his ready stance again and launched another fierce attack at Jackie Chun.

For a moment, he was unstoppable, drawing cheers from the many female fans.

They kept cheering Yamcha on, and the more they did, the worse he performed.

Jackie Chun sighed. "Seeing all these girls fawning over you really gets under my skin!

"Why aren't any of them cheering for me, an old man?"

As he spoke, Jackie Chun threw a serious punch. Yamcha cried out and went flying backward, landing sprawled on the grass outside the ring.

The cheers abruptly fell silent.

"Out of bounds!"

"Yamcha has fallen out of the ring!"

"Jackie Chun wins!"

Only then did the audience applaud Jackie Chun.

"That was amazing! The old man's a beast!"

"That young guy was impressive too, but he's nowhere near as good as the old man!"

"What a dreamlike battle! That was so thrilling to watch!"

The referee shouted, "Jackie Chun is truly a man of unfathomable depth! He won without even breaking a sweat!"

Seeing Yamcha lose, Amy said regretfully, "That handsome guy lost? What a shame..."

Bulma smiled. "He's nowhere near as strong as Son Mirai, but he's still much stronger than an ordinary person.

"Amy, he'd make a pretty good boyfriend for you!"

Amy huffed. "You've got to be kidding! Whoever I date will definitely be stronger than yours!"

Bulma shrugged. "It's not easy to find someone who's both handsome and stronger than Son Mirai. At this rate, you might stay single for the rest of your life!"

Amy put her hands on her hips. "Even if I stay single forever, I'm not going to settle..."

"Still, even if you were willing to settle, I don't think you'd get the chance..." Bulma continued, her eyes on the ring.

Amy blinked. "What do you mean?"

She followed Bulma's gaze and saw several young women crowding around Yamcha, checking on him and helping him up.

"He lost, but he's still this popular. I guess handsome guys really are a scarce resource..."

"The next match: Son Mirai versus Nan Wu. Both contestants, please enter the ring."

At the host's announcement, Nam was the first to step into the ring.

While watching Son Mirai's opponent, Jackie Chun recognized him.

After seeing his worried expression following his previous match, Jackie Chun had suspected that something was troubling him.

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

With that, he used Mind Reading on Nam.

A drought had left the village with no harvest, and his hometown was suffering from severe drought.

Unlike the others, he'd entered the World Martial Arts Tournament to win the prize money and buy water.

Jackie Chun withdrew from Nam's mind.

"So that's it!"

He'd already decided how he could help Nam after the match.

Soon, Son Mirai calmly stepped into the ring.

Bulma immediately cheered loudly from the audience.

"Come on, darling!!"

Some of the girls in the audience cheered too.

"Another handsome guy! Go for it!"

Goku and Krillin cheered him on from backstage.

Once both contestants were in the ring, the host wasted no time and announced the start of the match.

"Third match, begin!"

The two exchanged a polite gesture, then each assumed a ready stance.

Nam launched the first attack.

He rushed toward Son Mirai with astonishing speed, sweeping a sharp knife-hand strike at him.

The spectators perked up at the swift attack.

"What a fierce fighter!"

"Dark-skinned guys are always tough!"

But Son Mirai's figure flickered, and Nam's lightning-fast knife-hand strike missed.

"What?"

In the instant Nam lost his focus, Son Mirai whipped a roundhouse kick at him.

"Thud!"

With a muffled impact, Nam went tumbling through the air like a rag doll.

He was about to fall out of the ring when he reacted in time, clinging desperately to the edge before climbing back up.

Son Mirai didn't pursue him or try to knock him out of the ring.

The audience stared in amazement.

"That young guy looks really strong!"

"Did he even attack just now? I couldn't see a thing!"

Bulma immediately cheered.

"Come on, Son Mirai! Knock him out of the ring!"

Amy had barely been able to see Son Mirai's attack, and she realized just how strong he was.

After all, she'd seen Son Mirai stop bullets with his bare hands. Remembering that he was Bulma's boyfriend, she couldn't help feeling jealous again.

She looked at Bulma, who was cheering happily, and thought, Tch, Bulma's so lucky...

Nam climbed back into the ring and pressed his hands together. "Thank you for holding back just now!

"But I have to win. I won't hold back this time!"

Son Mirai beckoned him with a finger.

"Your reasons aren't mine, and they won't affect my punches. If you want to beat me, you'll have to rely on your strength!"

Nam nodded.

"Well said. Here I come!"

With a loud shout, he leaped into the air and crossed his hands in front of him.

"Sky Cross Palm!"

The next moment, Nam shot toward Son Mirai.

His imposing momentum made him seem like a comet.

Son Mirai remained in his ready stance. He showed no sign of dodging the attack, as if he intended to meet it head-on.

Watching from the side, Jackie Chun's expression changed. "Dodge! Don't meet a move like that head-on!"

But Son Mirai charged forward instead, stomping hard against the ground and swinging a punch at Nam.

"Thud!"

A violent, muffled impact rang out. Nam's Sky Cross Palm shattered, and he was sent flying out of the ring.

Son Mirai, meanwhile, casually flipped through the air and landed lightly in the ring.

The match was decided!

Son Mirai's fists were clearly harder.

The referee immediately shouted, "Nam has fallen out of the ring! Son Mirai wins!"

Jackie Chun couldn't help sucking in a sharp breath.

"That kid really has me worried. At my age, I don't want to go head-to-head with young men..."