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Lin Chuan's criticism was brutal.

It hit the nail on the head.

Raditz gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with rage. "As Saiyans, the heavens have already determined how high our achievements will be and how large the gap between us and others will be from the moment we are born!"

"Yes! My Battle Power is indeed only 1,500! But it's not as pathetic as you make it out to be! Do you think I don't want to become stronger?! Do you think I'm content with the status quo?!"

"Even if your Battle Power is as high as 5,000! Don't you dare insult me like this!!"

This was the cry of Raditz's heart; he had always been struggling against his fate.

Yet, deep down, he still believed that talent determined everything.

Even though he was a high-class warrior, he possessed only the lowest level of talent among them.

It was true that his birth Battle Power had reached over 200, but Saiyans who reached that level were as numerous as the hairs on an ox.

The only reason he was able to stay by Prince Vegeta's side was that his father, Bardock, was a representative of the low-class Saiyan warriors. It had been an arrangement made by the King at the time to put on a show for all the low-class Saiyans and win their hearts.

"Is that so? Then why is it that your brother, Kakarot, was able to reach this point? Also, I am very sorry to inform you that my own Battle Power at birth was only 50!" Raditz's agitation did not cause any emotional fluctuation in Lin Chuan; instead, he replied even more calmly.

These words once again left Raditz in disbelief.

Even Nappa and Vegeta, on the other side of the galaxy, were even more shocked.

A birth Battle Power of only 50—nothing more than a low-class warrior! To think he could raise his own Battle Power to 5,000!

One had to realize that Raditz's birth Battle Power was 200, and yet he was only at 1,500 now.

Nappa, as a descendant of a noble family among high-class warriors, was an elite warrior!

His birth Battle Power was 800! And to this day, it was only 4,000.

Of course, Vegeta would not compare himself to them.

Because Vegeta considered himself a genius; no matter how much any other Saiyan tried to take shortcuts, it was impossible for them to compare to him!

He had been born with the highest Battle Power in Saiyan history at 2,000, and he now possessed a Battle Power of 18,000.

He was the one with the highest Battle Power in Saiyan history.

"How, exactly, did you do it? Talos... no! Lin Chuan." Raditz took a deep breath.

He wanted to know.

As soon as these words were spoken, even Son Goku and Piccolo on the other side pricked up their ears.

They also wanted to know; they were very curious about how Lin Chuan had become so strong.

They weren't fools; they naturally understood the meaning behind Lin Chuan's words.

Hearing this, Lin Chuan laughed again.

The fact that he had said so much meant that it was still useful for Raditz.

Being able to ask this question showed that Raditz's original mindset had been shaken, and furthermore, that he longed to become stronger.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Chuan spoke: "The battle power one possesses at birth is merely an innate advantage; it does not represent the limit of one's future growth!"

"So what if you are a low-class warrior? Like Kakarot, or like me—our battle power was only two and fifty respectively, but through diligent training, we can still continue to grow stronger!"

"A high starting point does not mean everything! A low starting point does not mean you are destined to be weak!"

"Let me put it this way: you think you have always been working hard, but I'm afraid you don't know what true effort is!"

"When you think you have reached your limit, in reality, others have put in ten, a hundred, or even a thousand times more effort than you!"

As Lin Chuan's words gradually unfolded.

Raditz listened, dumbfounded, his mind racing.

Hearing this through the communication function of the scouter, Vegeta and Nappa were also significantly shaken.

None of them were fools; they had all walked a path filled with hardships and obstacles.

Yet, they had indeed been content with the status quo all these years, wasting their time.

Because once their battle power reached a certain peak, it would no longer increase.

Even increasing their battle power by a single point was incredibly difficult.

Take the initiative to train?

In their eyes, what would that even accomplish?

"Well said! So what if I'm a low-class warrior? Even if my birth battle power was only 2, I will not give up easily."

"As long as I work hard enough, I can overcome anything!"

Inspired by these words from Lin Chuan.

The voice of Son Goku rang out.

Clearly, he agreed with Lin Chuan's statement wholeheartedly, for that was exactly how he had walked his own path.

Piccolo nodded along as well; even without speaking, he was in complete agreement.

"Tch! Kakarot, do you really think you can surpass me, your older brother? Stop joking around!" Raditz gritted his teeth in anger.

Though his mouth spoke of disbelief and refusal to accept the truth, his heart was actually wavering.

Because reflecting on the previous battle, he had indeed severely underestimated Kakarot, to the point that he had even felt a flicker of fear toward the end.

Had Lin Chuan not appeared, he would likely be dead, let alone standing here now.

At this moment, Lin Chuan remained silent.

Over there, Son Goku had already taken the opportunity to catch his breath. Shielding his son, he replied firmly, "Although you are truly strong, Brother, in my eyes, you are not invincible! While Piccolo and I have been training all these years, we haven't been as diligent as we were in our earlier days! Having seen a broader world this time, our strength will definitely advance by leaps and bounds in the coming period!"

"I'm right, aren't I, Piccolo?"

Son Goku was confident. Being simple-minded and devoid of malice, what he spoke was the absolute truth.

"Hmph! Don't lump me in with you! You Saiyans are indeed formidable, but I, King Piccolo, will surpass you all sooner or later."

"Besides, is this brother of yours really that strong? He still nearly died to my Special Beam Cannon! A self-righteous guy who doesn't even know how to train to get stronger, relying solely on natural talent? Utterly foolish!" As these cold words fell, Piccolo's gaze landed once again on Lin Chuan.

He knew that he was his true target.

After all, that man had caught his Special Beam Cannon—a move that pushed his limits and could have killed Raditz—with a single hand.

He had done it so casually, without a scratch.

What kind of concept was that?

The gap in their strength was like an insurmountable chasm.

Stung by Piccolo's sarcasm, veins bulged on Raditz's forehead, but he did not lash out.

Anger was inevitable, but the facts were exactly as stated.

He had primarily picked up on Piccolo's assessment of him: that despite having great talent, he hadn't cherished it enough to train properly, so who was to blame for being so weak?

If he, Raditz, had truly trained harder over these years, or rather, had strived to become stronger...

Perhaps, things would not be the way they were now.

Seeing Lin Chuan's combat power rise from 50 to 5000, Raditz felt as if a glorious future was beckoning to him.

At this very moment, everything else—all his past thoughts—had become nothing but hot air.

Compared to increasing one's strength, what else could it be but hot air?