The Stubborn Guy

However, Sun Mo launched several attacks in succession, only for Jackie Chun to evade each one with his flamboyant movements.

Sun Mo shook his head. "Even when I'm extra careful, I still can't land a hit. No wonder this martial art has been passed down..."

Seeing that he couldn't crack the Drunken Fist, Sun Mo didn't force the issue. He stopped attacking and soon Jackie Chun took the offensive instead.

Every time Sun Mo exchanged blows with him, he'd end up eating a punch or a kick. It didn't hurt much, but it was annoying.

He had no choice but to dodge as much as possible, circling around while racking his brain for a way to break through.

The Drunken Fist's strength lay in its erratic, unpredictable movements.

Suddenly, a spark of inspiration flashed through Sun Mo's mind.

My body's tough enough. Taking a few hits won't hurt me. It's not like I'm going for a flawless victory—why be so picky?

If he can use Drunken Fist, why can't I use the "wild punches beat the old master" approach?

With that thought, Sun Mo charged in aggressively.

Jackie Chun once again used his unpredictable Drunken Fist to dodge Sun Mo's punch, while simultaneously driving an elbow into Sun Mo's face.

But this time, it was different.

The elbow connected with Sun Mo's face, but his cheek muscles only twitched—he didn't budge an inch.

Almost at the same moment, Sun Mo swung a backhand slap across Jackie Chun's head.

Jackie Chun staggered back, clutching his head.

"Ow, ow, that hurts..."

Sun Mo pressed the advantage, kicking out again.

Jackie Chun arched his back to dodge the direct hit, then seized the chance to grab Sun Mo's leg and punch him square in the stomach.

But Sun Mo just grunted in pain, immediately grabbed Jackie Chun's head, and activated his Iron Head Technique, slamming his forehead into Jackie Chun's.

Bam!

Sun Mo's forehead only felt a slight sting, but Jackie Chun's head throbbed with a lump already forming.

"Hiss... ah, it hurts, it hurts so much..."

Jackie Chun quickly put distance between them, sucking in air to ease the pain.

Sun Mo had won the Iron Head Technique exchange, and a smug look spread across his face.

The audience erupted in cheers and applause at the thrilling fight.

"Amazing!"

"This is what a martial arts tournament should be—this is real combat!"

"Keep it up!"

"Don't let up, keep fighting!"

The referee even chimed in with excited commentary.

"Sun Mo has broken through Jackie Chun's Drunken Fist by tanking the damage—what a spectacular match!"

Seeing Sun Mo still composed while Jackie Chun was starting to look ragged, the referee added, "My goodness, the World Martial Arts Tournament is heating up to a breathless intensity!

Sun Mo is currently in the lead, while Jackie Chun is locked in a tough battle!"

Jackie Chun frowned.

"What nonsense?"

"Saying I'm in a tough battle?"

He let out a roar: "Thunder Shock Surprise!"

In an instant, a bolt of golden lightning shot from his hand, enveloping Sun Mo.

Sun Mo felt his whole body go numb—he couldn't control himself at all.

Then a searing pain swept through him, and he couldn't help but cry out.

"Aaaahhh..."

Jackie Chun immediately urged, "Give up now! If this goes on too long, you'll die..."

Sun Mo hadn't thought much of the technique at first, but now that he was caught in the Thunder Shock Surprise, he understood its power.

He tried to struggle, but his entire body was numb, completely drained of strength.

Jackie Chun pressed on, "I admit, you've got incredible endurance, but holding out is pointless. Surrender!"

The audience, seeing the scene and hearing Sun Mo's screams, also began to urge him.

"Handsome, just give up—you're already amazing!"

"Yeah, let it go. You've done your best!"

Bulma shouted at the top of her lungs: "Sun Mo, give up! Fighting this well is already impressive!"

Krillin yelled: "Sun Mo, stop struggling! Don't get yourself killed!"

But while the two were locked in stalemate, Son Goku noticed something off.

Sun Mo was in pain, but Jackie Chun was already starting to pant.

Clearly, maintaining this technique was draining his stamina heavily.

Son Goku had grown up with Sun Mo—he knew his endurance all too well.

Wukong at least had weaknesses, like a fear of needles, but Sun Mo had always been fearless, even asking for the thickest needle when getting a shot.

The main reason Wukong had lost to him several times was mostly because Sun Mo could take a beating.

Son Goku immediately shouted: "Sun Mo, hang in there! Jackie Chun's running low on energy—I know you can tough it out!"

Jackie Chun's face darkened.

What a blabbermouth!

Sun Mo had thought he had no way to fight back and was about to give up.

But hearing Wukong's words, his fighting spirit suddenly reignited.

He widened his eyes and roared: "I'm a Saiyan! You think some Thunder Shock Surprise can make me surrender?"

The moment Sun Mo's will to fight returned, Jackie Chun felt the difficulty of controlling him spike sharply, draining even more energy.

"Crap, my Thunder Shock Surprise is about to collapse..."

The next moment, Jackie Chun's Thunder Shock Surprise was deflected.

Sun Mo broke free, gasping for air, and shot a grateful look at Wukong.

He didn't really care about winning this match.

If Wukong hadn't reminded him, he might have given up.

Sun Mo suddenly thought: sometimes, when it feels hopeless, you really should hold on a little longer.

Jackie Chun raised his hands in a new starting stance, muttering: "You will lose to me, in just a few short moments..."

The referee exclaimed: "Oh! Contestant Jackie Chun has made a victory declaration! Is he about to unleash some big move?"

Sun Mo focused again, mirroring the stance, waiting for his technique to come.

But that very focus played right into Jackie Chun's trap.

In Sun Mo's eyes, Jackie Chun's hands kept sweeping through the air, leaving trails of afterimages, and the space around him began to warp.

"Sleep now, good baby, go to sleep..."

Jackie Chun hummed a lullaby.

Sun Mo felt his eyelids grow heavy, as if he'd fall asleep any second.

The referee was stunned: "That's not right—this isn't martial arts, it's hypnosis, isn't it?"

Jackie Chun snorted: "What are you talking about? This is great martial arts. Start the countdown..."

The referee hesitated: "The match atmosphere is at its peak right now, and you're using such a cheap trick to win? That's too shameless..."

Jackie Chun said: "Hmph, shame? That's kid stuff..."

The referee was left speechless.

Shamelessness truly conquers all!

But just as Sun Mo was about to collapse, he suddenly bit his tongue.

The sharp pain jolted him awake.

Jackie Chun kept up the hypnosis, but Sun Mo spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Stop chanting. It's useless now..."

Jackie Chun saw the blood-flecked spit on the ground and flinched.

"This guy's got a thick skull—he bit his tongue just to stay awake..."