After recovering, Krillin once again assumed his starting stance, ready to launch another round of attacks.
Seeing how tenacious Krillin was, Jackie Chun muttered to himself.
I can't drag this out any longer. Goku and Son Mirai are even tougher opponents. I need to conserve my energy!
As he spoke, Krillin roared, "This time, you won't be able to dodge!"
He became a blur and charged at Jackie Chun.
The more ferocious the attack, the bigger the opening.
Jackie Chun's eyes lit up as he suddenly used the Afterimage Technique.
Krillin's punch hit empty air, and he stumbled.
"Huh!"
In the next instant, Jackie Chun appeared behind Krillin, his hand raised high like a blade.
"Thud!"
Krillin's body went limp, and he fell to the ground.
The referee shouted, "Oh! Krillin has been knocked down! One, two, three..."
Jackie Chun said, "There's no point in counting. He won't be able to get up for a while."
With that, Jackie Chun turned and walked away.
Next came the fight between Son Mirai and Goku. He wanted to watch closely and get some rest while he was at it.
Seeing Krillin get knocked out so quickly, Son Goku couldn't help swallowing nervously.
"That old man's incredibly fast. He's amazing.
Just thinking about fighting someone that strong gets me so excited!"
Son Mirai said helplessly, "Stop getting excited. If you want to fight him, beat me first..."
Just then, the referee's voice rang out.
"Next, we have Son Goku facing Son Mirai!
Both fighters are disciples of Master Roshi. Let's look forward to a spectacular match!"
Hearing that both fighters were Master Roshi's disciples, the spectators grew excited.
"Wow, they're both Master Roshi's disciples! This is going to be amazing!"
"As you'd expect from the God of Martial Arts. All four fighters who made it to the semifinals are Master Roshi's disciples..."
"Now that you mention it, that's true..."
"Master Roshi's reputation is well deserved!"
Amid the crowd's cheers, Son Mirai and Goku both stepped onto the ring.
They were eager to begin and took up their starting stances.
The referee shouted, "Begin!"
Neither Goku nor Son Mirai waited a moment. They immediately charged at each other.
"Haah!"
Goku's fists flew at Son Mirai like a machine gun.
Son Mirai swung his own fists and met him head-on.
Unlike the nimble exchanges of other martial artists, these two fought with every punch colliding head-on.
There was no dodging, only blocking and attacking.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
No soaring through the air, no Ki Blasts—just the most primal contest of martial arts.
Straight jabs, heavy and fierce hooks, quick, crafty knee strikes, and powerful sweeps...
Every blow carried enough force to shatter stone,
crashing into the other's crossed arms, taut abdomen, or barely grazing his face.
The ring resounded with the two of them pounding each other with sheer physical force.
The spectators stared, dumbfounded, forgetting to cheer or even speak.
Behind the ring, Jackie Chun watched their almost purely physical contest of strength and couldn't help feeling nervous.
These two are reckless, just because they're young...
If he couldn't quickly defeat one of them, he would lose too.
An old man's stamina and ability to recover were long past their prime. How could he compete with young men like them?
Master Roshi had been delighted to see Son Mirai and Goku progress so quickly. The martial arts world would be in good hands.
But now, feeling how much they had grown and sensing the terrifying strength they possessed, even he couldn't help sighing.
The new era belonged to them!
As for him, the tide of time had already swept him ashore.
Krillin had fought Son Mirai and Goku in the past.
But those had been simple sparring matches with Turtle Shells on for training, focused on basic techniques.
Usually, they aimed to win while expending as little effort as possible.
But now, Goku and Son Mirai were fighting with every punch landing solidly.
To Krillin, this wasn't a normal fight at all.
It was as if they were fighting this way just to prove their strength.
Watching the two go all out, Krillin wiped the sweat from his bald head.
"These two are monsters!
Are their fists made of iron?
They've taken so many hits and still look completely fine!"
Krillin instinctively touched the back of his head.
Jackie Chun had just struck him there, and he'd needed to lie down for a while before he recovered.
But Son Mirai and Goku were different. Every punch they threw was almost as powerful as Jackie Chun's blow.
Not only had they both taken hit after hit, they were completely unharmed.
Those who knew martial arts could appreciate the skill; everyone else just watched the spectacle.
Anyone with some martial arts experience could tell
that their intense training in the basics had allowed them to reach this level.
The martial artists watched their battle with bated breath, but the rest of the crowd reacted differently.
They couldn't follow fights that moved too fast, but they could understand the powerful exchanges between Son Mirai and Goku,
and they were thoroughly engrossed.
"Amazing!"
"What a thrilling match! No wonder it's a fight between Master Roshi's disciples!"
"This is how proper martial artists should fight—every punch landing solidly!"
"Exactly, it's incredible!
I feel like every punch they throw could kill me, yet they've traded so many blows without a scratch. Amazing!"
Watching Son Mirai and Goku's spectacular fight, Bulma couldn't help standing up.
"Go, Son Mirai! You can do it!"
Every precise block and every fierce, brilliant counterattack from Son Mirai made her heart race and her cheering grow louder.
Seeing Bulma shrieking nonstop, some of the spectators around her stood up too.
"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"
"They're both so strong!"
"So strong! Especially the tall one. He's strong and cool!"
"Ah, I can't take it anymore! I've fallen for that handsome guy!"
The excited cheers from a few lovestruck women made Bulma feel a sudden pang of jealousy.
She quickly toned it down.
But Amy had already lost herself in the excitement.
She shook Bulma's arm excitedly
and declared, "Bulma, I've made up my mind. Son Mirai is my ideal type. I'm going to compete with you!"
Bulma turned to her sharply, her pretty blue eyes narrowing at Amy's lovestruck expression.
"Compete with me?"
Amy nodded.
"That's right. I finally understand: love doesn't follow reason!
If I let him slip away, 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 thrust out her chest and scoffed. "Hmph! I have a better figure and more to offer than you!
I'm also richer. What do you have that can compete with me?"
Amy lifted her chest too, leaned close to Bulma's ear, and whispered with a smile, "I'm sweeter and naughtier than you..."
Bulma blushed and scolded her, "You shameless hussy!"
Amy turned toward the ring with a smug look and shouted in an exaggeratedly flirtatious voice, "Son Mirai, go for it! I want to have your babies!"
On the ring, Goku and Son Mirai were still trading solid blows, and Son Mirai paid no attention to the commotion around him.
Bulma sprang to her feet, cupped her hands around her mouth like a megaphone, and yelled, "Son Mirai, go for it!!!
If you win, I'll treat you to a feast every day, and let you spend all your time in the Gravity Chamber!"
Son Mirai suddenly jolted and turned around.
"Really?"
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