Old Ginger is Spicier

Jackie Chun and Sun Mo had been fighting for a long time.

The setting sun had dyed the sky red, and the scattered rays falling on the arena cast light on the two figures locked in confrontation.

Sun Mo stretched his body, once again returning to a fighting stance.

Jackie Chun, on the other hand, was clearly breathing unevenly, panting heavily.

Sun Mo didn't give him much time to catch his breath, immediately assuming his starting posture.

"Old man, can you still fight?"

"Kid, don't treat me like some senior citizen. Let me show you what it means when the older ginger is spicier!"

With that, Jackie Chun tore off his jacket, revealing his gaunt body.

Then he gave a forceful shudder, and his aura surged.

His muscles suddenly swelled, his withered frame rapidly filling out and becoming solid.

In an instant, he transformed into a muscular powerhouse, built like a mountain of brawn.

Except for his face, which stayed the same.

The audience gasped at the sight.

"The old man's incredible!"

"What a buff senior citizen!"

"He didn't turn into a giant ape like Son Goku, but he became a muscle beast—he must be really strong!"

The announcer immediately explained: "What a shock! Jackie Chun's muscles are bulging, radiating pure power.

What kind of strength does he possess? Let's wait and see!"

Seeing Master Roshi like this, a flicker of excitement flashed in Sun Mo's eyes.

"I'm coming!"

Jackie Chun crooked his finger. "Bring it on, kid!"

Sun Mo let out a fierce shout and launched a direct assault.

His punches were sharper than before, his strength no weaker—only stronger.

After transforming into his muscular form, Jackie Chun's power and speed spiked.

He no longer relied on agile techniques or dodging to deflect force. Instead, he chose to clash head-on with Sun Mo.

Jackie Chun knew he could no longer fully control the outcome.

Only by defeating Sun Mo outright could he truly earn his submission.

The dull thuds of fist meeting flesh rang out like drumbeats, exploding across the arena.

Jackie Chun took every blow from Sun Mo, and Sun Mo solidly absorbed every hit from Jackie Chun.

In this contest of strength, Jackie Chun clearly had the upper hand—but only by a hair.

Sun Mo's body swayed, yet his feet stayed rooted like nails, and he retaliated with even wilder attacks.

Seeing Sun Mo unleash power greater than before, Jackie Chun was shocked once more.

"So this kid was holding back all along, only showing his true strength when I brought out mine...

No choice then—I'll have to go all out!"

After a prolonged stalemate, Jackie Chun finally leaped backward, quickly drawing his hands to his waist.

"Taste my ultimate technique!"

"Ka...me...ha...me...ha!"

A blue-white sphere of light gathered in his palms, illuminating his face and bulging muscles.

Excitement flashed across Sun Mo's face.

He too placed his hands at his waist, forming a cup shape, and assumed the Kamehameha stance.

"Ka...me...ha...me...ha!"

"Here it comes!"

"Shwoosh!"

Two massive beams of blue-white energy collided with a thunderous roar at the center of the arena!

This was a match, so Jackie Chun knew he couldn't use full power—and what he didn't know was that Sun Mo thought the same.

Their Kamehamehas didn't clash in a stalemate; they exploded outright.

"Boom!" White light flooded everything, blinding the audience, who all shut their eyes.

The next moment, a massive shockwave spread in rings, and the entire arena groaned under the strain.

"Crack..."

A mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

The light faded, and the two still stood firm, a bottomless crater blasted into the center of the ring.

Jackie Chun's chest heaved violently, his bulging muscles beginning to tremble slightly—clearly, his stamina was nearly spent.

Sun Mo was panting hard too, but his breathing was relatively steady, his eyes still blazing bright.

Seeing this, Jackie Chun's heart tightened.

"Damn it, my stamina's almost gone, but he looks like he could go another three hundred rounds!"

"Tch, getting old—I just can't outlast him!"

"What do I do..."

Jackie Chun's mind raced.

He was searching for any technique left that could beat Sun Mo.

He absolutely couldn't let Sun Mo win!

If he took the World Martial Arts Championship with less than a year of training, who knew how arrogant he'd become.

Under Sun Mo's gaze, Jackie Chun's muscles shrank back, returning to his former withered old-man form.

Sun Mo said, "Looks like I'm going to win!"

As he spoke, Sun Mo suddenly threw a punch at Jackie Chun.

But the moment he moved, something strange happened.

He suddenly couldn't sense Jackie Chun's presence anymore.

He could see him standing there, yet it was as if he wasn't.

Sun Mo didn't overthink it—he charged in and threw a heavy punch.

But Jackie Chun merely shifted to the side.

The movement was so small it was almost negligible, yet Sun Mo's fist grazed past his body by a hair's breadth.

Sun Mo's heart chilled. He quickly turned his fist into an elbow, following up with a sharp knee strike!

But even that sudden change of moves failed to land on Jackie Chun.

Sun Mo's pupils contracted. He abruptly pulled back.

The image of Jackie Chun dodging him replayed in his mind over and over.

In that instant, Jackie Chun's movement no longer relied on visible force.

It was as if he'd hidden all his preparatory motions, making it impossible for Sun Mo to predict.

Sun Mo attacked again, his offense like a raging storm.

But Jackie Chun's body moved like a wisp of willow fluff, drifting lightly with the wind.

No matter how fast Sun Mo's fists were, they couldn't touch him.

Sun Mo thought to himself, "That's definitely not Ultra Instinct, but it's still some impressive skill..."

After all, he knew Master Roshi's limits well.

Unable to figure it out for now, Sun Mo stopped thinking and charged at Master Roshi again.

But this time, his attacks seemed even fiercer.

Yet he still couldn't catch any sign of Jackie Chun's movements. No matter how many times he tried, he couldn't land a hit.

Sun Mo realized that the more violent and precise his attacks were, the more clumsy and ridiculous they seemed.

Like a lumbering bear trying to swat a nimble butterfly.

Someone else might have grown frustrated, shocked, or enraged...

But Sun Mo was different. The outcome of this match didn't mean much to him.

This kind of rare martial arts duel was a precious source of experience he couldn't just stumble upon.

Sun Mo abandoned his wide, sweeping attacks.

He began to advance cautiously.

It felt like he'd entered a state of enlightenment. He wanted to hold onto that feeling for as long as possible.

Even if Jackie Chun landed a hit or two, he chose to endure and keep going.

Their fight was no longer a brute-force slugfest—it had become a battle of extreme dodging and striking.

Fists and feet clashed, and wild cheers erupted beyond the ring.

Bulma watched the fight and couldn't help exclaiming, "Unbelievable, that old man is actually that amazing!"

Goku leaned half his body over the railing, his eyes frighteningly bright.

"That old man's dodging method is incredible!

Sun Mo's amazing too—he's learning as he goes! I want to learn it too!"

Their duel was no longer just about raw speed... it was about rhythm.

Krillin's bald head was slick with sweat. He watched with the most effort and the most focus.

As a fellow disciple of the Turtle School, he understood martial arts better than most, and the impact on him was the greatest.

"I thought Sun Mo was already incredible, but I never expected there to be an old-timer this amazing!

Truly, there's always a sky above a sky, and a person beyond a person!"

Nam had already received the capsule and planned to stay and watch the match before leaving.

Now, seeing Jackie Chun's stunning performance, he couldn't help but exclaim in awe.

"No wonder he's Master Roshi—truly formidable..."

A spectator nearby chimed in, "Yeah, that young man really lives up to being the God of Martial Arts' disciple. So strong..."

Nam paused in surprise, then nodded.

"Right, no wonder he's Master Roshi's disciple. Amazing!"