Korin's Movement Technique

The referee had never seen such an incredible match. He gripped the microphone and began commentating with excitement.

"Unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable!"

"What's happening on the ring defies all common sense!"

"Jackie Chun has unleashed a mysterious footwork technique never seen before—every one of Sun Mo's fierce attacks is missing!"

As he finished, he suddenly noticed a shift in Sun Mo's fighting style.

He continued, "Look! Sun Mo has realized his attacks are ineffective and immediately adapted!

His attack rhythm has changed!

He's learning! He's imitating!

My god, such a powerful learning ability—he's a genius!"

The referee's commentary pushed the match to its climax once more.

With such a thrilling fight, victory or defeat no longer mattered.

The audience below roared with excitement, rising to their feet one after another.

"Amazing!"

"What a fantastic match!"

"This World Martial Arts Tournament is incredible—it'll go down in history!"

The duel continued for a while longer.

Suddenly, Sun Mo's attack landed on Jackie Chun.

He staggered back a few steps, clutching his chest and gasping for air.

"What do I do, what do I do..."

As the fight dragged on, Jackie Chun's stamina plummeted, making it impossible to maintain his earlier state.

Old age meant not only declining physical strength but also dwindling energy—he simply couldn't keep up with Sun Mo.

Sensing the shift in his aura, Sun Mo stopped pressing the attack.

He understood the old man had reached his limit.

Sun Mo paused, then suddenly closed in on Jackie Chun.

Jackie Chun countered, and their hands locked, transitioning from punches and kicks to a grapple.

But Sun Mo didn't use force. Instead, he said, "I know it's you, Master Roshi!"

Jackie Chun jolted in shock.

"What!"

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm not... you've got the wrong person." Jackie Chun tried to bluff his way out, scrambling to deny it.

But Sun Mo cut him off, lowering his voice. "Master, don't worry. Even if I take first place, I won't let it go to my head. Also, I've decided to keep this secret for you. But in exchange, please teach me that move later, okay?"

Jackie Chun was silent for a moment, then said, "That move isn't something you learn overnight. Back then, I climbed Korin Tower and trained there for three years. By the way, do you know about Korin Tower?"

"I've heard the legend of Korin Tower, but I've never been there," Sun Mo replied.

Jackie Chun continued, "For three years after climbing the tower, I constantly imitated Korin's footwork, and I only grasped the basics... If you want to learn, you should climb Korin Tower. With your current strength and stamina... it shouldn't be hard."

Sun Mo's eyes sharpened.

No wonder that footwork was so powerful—it was the same technique Korin used when he fought for the Ultra Divine Water...

Sun Mo recalled.

When Goku fought Tao Pai Pai and sought the Ultra Divine Water, he only managed to graze Korin by luck. He was still far from actually defeating him.

Sun Mo snapped back to the present.

"I understand, Master. Please, go ahead—I'll hold back!"

With that, Sun Mo deliberately widened the distance.

Jackie Chun let out a strange yell and shouted, "Let me show you my special move—Foshan Shadowless Kick!"

In an instant, Jackie Chun turned into a blur and kicked hard at Sun Mo.

Sun Mo crossed his arms in front of his chest, but didn't plant his feet firmly on the ground.

A dull thump rang out, and Sun Mo flew backward, landing outside the ring.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Jackie Chun immediately looked at the referee and yelled, "Referee, hurry up and declare me the winner!"

The referee snapped back to his senses.

"Truly, truly spectacular!"

"Contestant Sun Mo has accidentally fallen out of the ring—Contestant Jackie Chun wins!"

Jackie Chun fumed, "What the hell are you talking about?

What do you mean he accidentally fell out?

He clearly got hit by my signature move, Foshan Shadowless Kick..."

The referee quickly corrected himself, "Right, right! Contestant Jackie Chun used his famous technique, Foshan Shadowless Kick, to defeat Sun Mo!"

With that, he grabbed Jackie Chun's hand and raised it high, shouting, "The champion of this tournament is—Contestant Jackie Chun!"

Below the stage, another wave of enthusiastic cheers erupted.

"Absolutely brilliant!"

"This is the real World Martial Arts Tournament!"

"To witness such an intense match is a once-in-a-lifetime honor—what a thrill!"

"Mom, I want to learn martial arts too..."

The tournament ended, and the audience gradually dispersed.

Sun Mo, Goku, and Krillin walked out of the venue and regrouped with Bulma.

Rubbing his stomach, Sun Mo asked, "I'm starving, Bulma. Where's the teacher?"

Bulma looked around as well and said, "Strange, I haven't seen him either.

He must be hiding somewhere checking out the girls!"

Krillin asked in confusion, "He didn't watch the match?"

Amy sized up Sun Mo, hands on her hips, and said, "I just can't understand it.

That pervy old man could train disciples as strong as you!"

Just then, Master Roshi arrived, wearing a suit.

"Hey, I'm here!"

Everyone turned to look at him.

Bulma said, "Where have you been all day? We haven't seen you at all."

Master Roshi explained, "Haha, I was watching the match from the back the whole time. I held it in for ages, and only ran off to take a dump after it ended..."

Bulma's face darkened.

"Don't say that—that's disgusting!"

Krillin and Goku looked at Master Roshi expectantly.

"Teacher, did you watch our matches?"

Master Roshi said, "Of course I did!"

He swept his gaze over the three of them and said earnestly, "All three of you performed excellently. Good job!"

Praised, Krillin and Goku both beamed with joy.

After a moment, Krillin said regretfully, "Too bad none of us got the championship..."

Sun Mo said, "Not a pity at all!

In this world, there's always someone better. The real masters probably don't even bother with this kind of tournament anymore."

Master Roshi immediately chimed in, "Well said! That's how it is—there's always a sky above a sky, and a man above a man!

Martial arts can't be about getting cocky over small achievements. A true Martial Artist's training has only just begun!"

"Mm!" The three of them nodded in unison.

Master Roshi sighed inwardly, "Teaching these brutes is exhausting..."

Goku's stomach growled loudly.

"I'm hungry!"

Master Roshi immediately chuckled, "Since you've all performed so well, I'll treat you to a feast for dinner..."

Goku's drool was practically dripping down his chin.

"Really? Then let's hurry up, I'm starving..."

Sun Mo was hungry too, but thinking about how this meal involved two ravenous Saiyans, he worried Master Roshi didn't have enough cash.

So he looked at Bulma.

"Bulma, did you bring any money?"

Bulma patted her pocket and said, "Only about a hundred thousand in cash. If we need more, I've got a card. Why?"

"I'm afraid our appetites might be too much for Master Roshi's wallet."

Master Roshi immediately said, "I've got savings too! Eat all you want!!"

"Alright!"

The fierce dinner began.

Goku and Sun Mo devoured eighty portions of food.

When the owner handed over a bill for seven hundred thousand, Master Roshi was dumbfounded.

Sensing that Master Roshi didn't have enough cash on him, the owner kindly reminded, "Card is fine too!"

Master Roshi whispered, "Is washing dishes okay?"

A moment later, Master Roshi returned to the table.

"Next, I'm going to have you train here in a new way—weighted dishwashing..."

Krillin and Goku were stunned.

"Can washing dishes really be training?"

Goku rubbed his belly and said, "New training? I can't wait!"

Sun Mo heard this and nearly tripped.

This wasn't training—it was clearly a cash shortage...

"Bulma, I hate washing dishes. Can you cover the rest?"