Old Ginger is Spicier

Jackie Chun and Son Mirai had been fighting for a long time.

The setting sun had dyed the sky red, and the last rays of light fell across the ring, illuminating the two figures facing off.

Son Mirai stretched his body, returning to his fighting stance.

Jackie Chun, meanwhile, was clearly breathing unevenly, gasping for air.

Son Mirai gave him little time to catch his breath before once again assuming his opening stance.

"Old-timer, can you still fight?"

"Don't treat me like some old man, kid. I'll show you what it means when the old ginger is spicier!"

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

Then he tensed, and his aura surged,

His muscles suddenly swelled all over, his shriveled body quickly becoming robust and full.

In the blink of an eye, he had become a muscular giant, built like a mountain.

His face was the only thing that hadn't changed.

The spectators were astonished by the sight.

"That old-timer's amazing!"

"What a muscular old man!"

"He may not have turned into a Great Ape like Goku, but he's become a muscle-bound hunk. He must be powerful!"

The referee immediately began commentating. "This is astonishing! Jackie Chun's muscles are bulging all over, and he looks incredibly strong.

Just how powerful is he? Let's wait and see!"

At the sight of Master Roshi like this, excitement flashed in Son Mirai's eyes.

"Here I come!"

Jackie Chun beckoned with a finger. "Bring it on, kid!"

Son Mirai let out a shout and launched a fierce attack.

His punches cut through the air even more sharply than before, and his strength had only increased.

After transforming into his muscular form, Jackie Chun's strength and speed had suddenly increased.

He no longer relied on nimble moves to fight, nor did he focus on dodging and deflecting his opponent's attacks. Instead, he chose to meet Son Mirai head-on.

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

Only by defeating Son Mirai head-on could he make the boy accept his loss completely.

The dull thuds of their fists landing sounded like war drums, echoing through the arena.

Jackie Chun took every one of Son Mirai's hits, and Son Mirai likewise weathered every one of Jackie Chun's blows.

Jackie Chun clearly had the upper hand in this clash of strength, but only by a hair.

Son Mirai's body swayed, but his feet remained planted firmly on the ground like nails, and he answered with an even more savage offensive.

Seeing Son Mirai unleash even more strength than before, Jackie Chun was once again shocked.

So the kid's been holding back this whole time, and only brought out his real strength when I showed him mine...

Well, there's nothing for it. I'll have to give this everything I've got!

After a prolonged stalemate, Jackie Chun finally leaped backward and swiftly brought his hands together at his waist.

"Try my special technique!"

"KA-ME-HA-ME-HA!"

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

A hint of excitement appeared on Son Mirai's face.

He also brought his hands to his waist, cupped them as if holding a flower bud, and assumed the Kamehameha stance.

"Ka~me~ha~me~ha!"

"Here it comes!"

"Whoosh!"

Two thick beams of blue-white energy collided with a thunderous crash in the center of the ring!

This was a martial arts tournament. Jackie Chun knew he couldn't use his full power, but he didn't know Son Mirai was thinking the same thing.

Their Kamehameha waves didn't struggle against each other for even a moment. They exploded outright.

"Boom!" White light burst in every direction, swallowing everything. The spectators hurriedly shut their eyes.

The next instant, a massive shock wave expanded in a ring, and the entire platform groaned under the strain.

"Crack..."

A mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

As the light faded, both men were still standing, while a seemingly bottomless crater had been blasted into the center of the ring.

Jackie Chun's chest heaved. His bulging muscles began to tremble slightly, clearly drained of strength.

Son Mirai was also panting, but his breathing was relatively steady, and his eyes still shone brightly.

Seeing this, Jackie Chun's heart tightened.

This is bad. I'm nearly out of stamina, while he looks like he could fight another three hundred rounds!

Man, I'm getting old. I can't keep up with him at all!

What should I do...?

Jackie Chun hurriedly racked his brains.

He tried to think of another special technique that could defeat Son Mirai.

He absolutely couldn't let Son Mirai win!

The boy had been training for less than a year and was already about to win the World Martial Arts Tournament. Who knew how arrogant he'd become afterward?

Under Son Mirai's gaze, Jackie Chun's muscular form shrank, returning to the gaunt old man he'd been before.

"Looks like I'm going to win," Son Mirai said.

As he spoke, Son Mirai suddenly threw a punch at Jackie Chun.

But the moment he moved, something unexpected happened.

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

He could see Jackie Chun standing there, yet it was as if he wasn't there at all.

Son Mirai didn't give it much thought. He charged forward and threw a heavy punch,

But Jackie Chun merely shifted slightly to one side,

The movement was so small it was almost imperceptible, yet Son Mirai's fist grazed past him by a hair's breadth.

Son Mirai's heart tightened. He swiftly changed his fist into an elbow strike, following it with a fierce knee!

But even that sudden change in attack failed to hit Jackie Chun.

Son Mirai's pupils contracted, and he abruptly leaped back to open some distance.

The image of Jackie Chun dodging his attacks replayed in his mind.

In that instant, Jackie Chun's movements hadn't relied on any visible exertion of force,

It was as if he'd hidden all his preparatory movements, making it impossible for Son Mirai to predict them.

Son Mirai attacked again, his onslaught like a violent storm.

Yet Jackie Chun's body moved as lightly as a willow catkin drifting in the breeze.

No matter how fast Son Mirai's fists were, he couldn't touch him.

Son Mirai thought to himself, This definitely isn't Ultra Instinct, but it's still a pretty impressive technique...

After all, he knew the limits of Master Roshi's abilities very well.

Unable to figure it out right away, Son Mirai stopped dwelling on it and launched another fierce attack on Master Roshi.

His next attacks seemed even more ferocious,

But he still couldn't catch any sign of Jackie Chun exerting himself beforehand. After many attempts, he hadn't landed a single hit.

Son Mirai realized that the more fiercely and precisely he attacked, the clumsier and more ridiculous he looked,

Like a lumbering bear trying to swat a nimble butterfly.

Someone else might have grown anxious, shocked, or furious in this situation...

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

This rare and precious martial arts duel was an invaluable opportunity to learn.

Son Mirai abandoned his broad, powerful strikes.

He began attacking with great care.

It felt as if he'd entered a state of enlightenment, and he wanted to hold on to that feeling for as long as possible.

Even when Jackie Chun managed to land a couple of hits, Son Mirai chose to endure them and keep going.

Their fight was no longer a contest of brute strength. It had become a battle of extreme evasion and attack.

Their fists and feet crossed, and a wave of wild cheering erupted beyond the ring.

Watching the two fight, Bulma couldn't help exclaiming, "This is incredible! That old man is actually so strong!"

Half of Goku's body was leaning over the railing, his eyes shining with astonishing brightness.

"That old man's dodging is amazing!

Son Mirai is amazing too. He's learning as they fight. I want to learn too!"

Their duel wasn't just about who was faster... It was about rhythm.

Krillin's bald head was covered in sweat. He found the match the hardest to follow, but he was also the most focused.

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

"I thought Son Mirai was already amazing, but I never imagined there'd be an old-timer this incredible!

There's always someone better out there!"

After getting the Capsule, Nam had planned to watch the match before leaving.

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

"As expected of Master Roshi. He really is amazing..."

A spectator beside him chimed in, "That's right. The young fellow is worthy of being the God of Martial Arts' disciple. He's really strong..."

Nam was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

"Right. He's worthy of being Master Roshi's disciple. He's amazing!"