Goku vs. Sun Mo

Krillin recovered, then set up his starting stance again, ready to launch the next wave of attacks.

Seeing Krillin so tenacious, Jackie Chun muttered to himself.

"I can't drag this out any longer. Wukong and Sun Mo are even tougher to deal with—I need to conserve my stamina!"

As he spoke, Krillin roared: "This time, you definitely won't dodge it!"

He turned into a blur and blasted toward Jackie Chun.

The fiercer the attack, the bigger the opening.

Jackie Chun's eyes lit up, and he suddenly unleashed the Afterimage Technique.

Krillin's punch hit nothing, and his body couldn't help stumbling forward.

"Huh!"

The next instant, Jackie Chun appeared behind Krillin, his hand already raised high.

"Bam!"

Krillin's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

The referee shouted: "Oh! Krillin is down! One, two, three..."

Jackie Chun said: "You can keep counting, but it's useless. He won't be getting up anytime soon."

With that, Jackie Chun turned and walked away.

Next up were Sun Mo and Wukong's fight. He wanted to observe closely and rest at the same time.

Seeing Krillin taken out almost instantly, Son Goku couldn't help swallowing twice.

"What incredible speed! That old man is amazing. Just thinking about fighting someone that strong gets me so excited!"

Sun Mo said flatly: "Don't get excited yet. If you want to fight him, you'll have to beat me first..."

Just then, the referee's voice rang out.

"Next up, we have Son Goku versus Sun Mo! Both are disciples of Master Roshi. Let's look forward to this exciting match!"

The audience perked up when they heard both were Master Roshi's disciples.

"Wow, both are Master Roshi's disciples—this is going to be great!"

"As expected of the God of Martial Arts. All four semifinalists are Master Roshi's disciples..."

"Now that you mention it..."

"Master Roshi's prestige is off the charts!"

Amid the crowd's cheers, Sun Mo and Wukong both stepped onto the ring.

Both were raring to go, setting up their starting stances.

The referee shouted: "Fight, begin!!"

Neither Wukong nor Sun Mo waited a moment; they charged straight in.

"Hah!"

Wukong's fists flew like machine guns, hammering toward Sun Mo.

Sun Mo swung his fists and met him head-on.

Unlike the agile, technical exchanges of other Martial Artists, these two brothers fought fist-to-fist—no dodging, only blocking and attacking.

"Bam, bam, bam!"

No leaping, no energy blasts—just the most primal martial arts contest.

Straight jabs, heavy hooks, tricky knee strikes, powerful sweeps...

Every blow carried enough force to split stone and crack bone, landing solidly on crossed arms, tensed abs, or grazing past cheeks by a hair.

The ring echoed with nothing but the raw sound of their bodies colliding.

The audience stared dumbfounded, forgetting to cheer, forgetting to speak.

Behind the ring, Jackie Chun watched this near-pure contest of body and power and couldn't help sweating.

"These two kids, relying on their youth—they're really reckless..."

If he couldn't quickly defeat one of them, he would lose too.

An old man's stamina and recovery were long past their prime—how could he keep up with these half-grown boys?

As for Master Roshi, seeing Sun Mo and Wukong grow so fast, he felt comforted that the martial world had worthy successors.

But seeing the two of them grow like this, feeling the terror of their strength, he couldn't help but sigh.

The new era belongs to them now!

And he himself had already been washed up on the beach by the tide of the times.

Krillin usually sparred with Sun Mo and Goku too.

But that was always with the Turtle Shell on for weight, doing simple technique exchanges.

Normally, he aimed to win with the least cost.

But the Goku and Sun Mo on the ring right now were locked in a brutal, flesh-to-flesh brawl.

In Krillin's eyes, that wasn't normal fighting at all.

It was like they were both fighting just to prove their own strength.

Watching the two go all out, Krillin wiped the sweat off his bald head.

"Those two monsters!

Are their fists made of iron?

They've taken that many hits and they're still fine!"

Krillin subconsciously touched the back of his own head.

Jackie Chun had hit him there just a moment ago, and he'd had to lie down for a while to recover.

But Sun Mo and Goku? Every punch they threw was almost as strong as that blow from Jackie Chun, and not only did they both take it, they came out without a scratch.

Professionals see the craft, amateurs see the show.

Anyone with a bit of martial arts skill could tell—

it was because their daily basic training was intense enough that they could reach this level.

The Martial Artists held their breath, savoring the fight, but the surrounding audience had a different reaction.

They couldn't follow a fight that was too fast, but a clash of raw power like Sun Mo and Goku's?

They not only understood it, they were thoroughly enjoying it.

"Incredible!"

"What a satisfying match! No wonder it's Master Roshi's disciples fighting!"

"A true Martial Artist should be like this—fist to flesh!"

"Exactly! So amazing!

I feel like every punch they throw could kill me, and yet they've traded that many blows without a scratch. Truly incredible!"

Watching Sun Mo and Goku's brilliant fight, Bulma couldn't help but stand up.

"Go, Sun Mo, go!"

Every precise block he made, every sharp and dazzling counter, made her heart race and her shouts grow louder.

And when people around saw Bulma screaming nonstop, some stood up too.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"

"Both of them are strong!"

"So strong! Especially that tall one—he's both powerful and cool!"

"Ah, I can't take it anymore, I've already fallen for that handsome guy!"

A few lovesick girls cheered, and a sense of crisis surged in Bulma's heart.

She quickly toned it down.

But beside her, Amy was already lost in the moment.

She excitedly shook Bulma's arm

and announced, "Bulma, I've decided. Sun Mo is my ideal type. I'm going to compete with you!"

Bulma whipped her head around, her pretty blue eyes slanting at Amy, whose face was flushed with infatuation.

"Compete with me?"

Amy nodded.

"That's right. I suddenly get it—love comes without reason!

If I let him slip by, I'll regret it for the rest of my life.

So even if he's already your boyfriend, I'm still going to compete with you!!!"

Bulma puffed out her chest, sneering, "Tch. I've got a better figure than you, more to offer!

And I'm richer than you. What do you have to compete with me?"

Amy puffed out her chest too, leaned close to Bulma's ear, and whispered with a smile, "I'm gentler than you... and naughtier than you..."

Bulma's face flushed red. She snapped, "You're shameless! Disgusting!"

Amy looked smugly toward the arena, shouting in a deliberately coquettish voice, "Sun Mo, go for it! I want to have your babies!"

On the arena, Goku and Sun Mo were still trading blows, fist to flesh. Sun Mo paid no attention to the clamor around him.

Bulma suddenly stood up, cupped her hands around her mouth like a megaphone, and yelled, "Sun Mo, go for it!!! Win the match, and I'll let you feast every day—and you can soak in the Gravity Chamber anytime you want!"

Sun Mo's whole body jolted. He turned his head.

"Really?"