Go back where you came from!

"Oh, not bad!"

"90! 74! 90!"

"What a stunner!"

Master Roshi's interest soared, and he blurted out subconsciously!

"Swish!"

A gust of wind blew past, and everyone only saw a flash before their eyes. Master Roshi was already standing next to Xiao Wu.

"Little sister, you're so cute. Do you have a boyfriend? I wonder if you'd consider me!"

"Let me tell you, don't let my old age fool you. I've got plenty of strength and tricks!"

Seeing him anxiously circling Xiao Wu, he looked like a peacock displaying its feathers!

"Hey, Master Mutaito, there are so many people here. Can you tone it down a bit!"

Son Gohan covered his face with a helpless expression at Master Roshi's antics.

"Ahem, a martial artist should be true to their heart. I'm just training my mind, that's right! Training my mind!"

With a cough, Master Roshi's rationality finally returned.

"Since you've met the conditions, then this old man can naturally fulfill them for you!"

Just as he was about to say more, two voices suddenly came from outside the door.

"Master Mutaito, is dinner ready?! We're starving!"

Before the words even fell, a person and a cat rushed in from outside.

Judging by their appearance, it was Yamcha and Puar, who had returned earlier to train with Master Roshi.

"So many people!"

Yamcha was greatly surprised, then collected himself.

"It's Goku and Gohan! Is your adventure over? Did you find all the Dragon Balls!"

After not seeing him for many days, he seemed to have undergone a complete transformation, completely shedding his former ruffian habits.

He exuded the aura of a martial artist from the inside out.

"Hi, Yamcha, it looks like you've been doing well these days!"

Son Gohan greeted him without any airs.

"I really have to thank you. If you hadn't spoken up, I wouldn't have had the chance to train under Master."

Yamcha chuckled and scratched his head.

"Alright, alright, I know you two already know each other, but follow me first. The island is a bit too small now, we need to go to a new place!"

Looking at the large crowd of people in the house, Master Roshi felt a headache coming on. It had been a long time since he'd interacted with so many people at once.

Once everyone was out of the house, Master Roshi put it away into a capsule.

"Hey, old friend! We're moving!"

He shouted towards the sea. Ripples spread across the water, and a large sea turtle emerged.

It yawned groggily.

"Didn't we just settle here 60 years ago? Why are we moving again so soon? What a hassle!"

However, when it saw the large group of people on the island, it was startled and fell silent.

As everyone finished packing and prepared to leave, a small boat shot towards them from the distant sea.

"Huh? Someone else is coming!"

Son Goku, sitting on the Flying Nimbus, stretched his neck to look, spotting a tiny figure on the boat.

The group, who were about to leave, could only wait in silence.

Just then, the little person on the boat suddenly leaped up from a spot far from the shore. Everyone's gaze naturally followed.

The little guy in mid-air, seeing so many people, seemed to exceed his expectations greatly. In his shock, he lost control of his body.

He performed a head-first dive, his entire upper body plunging into the sand.

After a great deal of effort, he finally pulled himself out, clearly still a bit dazed.

"Hey, are you all here to become my disciples?"

Son Gohan stroked his chin as he looked at the little monk in front of him, who was full of hostility.

"It seems Krillin's temper still needs some tempering. He's nowhere near as well-behaved as when he grew up!"

Seeing everyone's silence, the little monk Krillin's tone sharpened.

"Hey, are you all mute? This should be where Master Mutaito is in seclusion!"

Master Roshi's expression darkened at Krillin's arrogant and rude words. However, before he could speak, Son Gohan on the side spoke first.

"Hey, Wukong, beat up this ill-mannered brat for me! I want to teach him what it means to be civilized and promote new customs!"

"Alright!"

Son Goku cheerfully agreed. He rarely refused anything Sun Wuneng said.

"Hey, you, don't come any closer! I'm very strong!"

Seeing Son Goku emerge from the crowd opposite him, his expression grew wary, and he took two steps back.

"Oh, really!"

Upon hearing that he was facing a strong opponent, Son Goku cheered.

"Then let's fight quickly!"

With that, Son Goku leaped into the air and charged straight towards Krillin.

Sensing a fierce gust of wind, Krillin instinctively raised his Arhat Fist to defend.

Son Goku hadn't learned any fixed techniques; he just combined Rock Paper Scissors with some wild punches. For a while, the two fought fiercely, neither able to gain the upper hand.

But good times don't last. Krillin was ultimately at a disadvantage due to his physique. In the blink of an eye, his Ki was depleted, and his moves began to falter. In contrast, Son Goku grew more excited as the fight went on, as if he could fight all day!

After another twenty moves, Krillin was reduced to pure defense. He desperately protected his head and vital areas with his arms, hunching his body to avoid his face being hit.

Son Goku, however, showed no mercy. He rained a barrage of punches down on Krillin's face. In no time, Krillin's head was swollen with bumps, and faint red handprints could still be seen on one of his cheeks.

Fortunately, Sun Wuneng had trained him daily, teaching him not to use the more lethal "Scissors" technique lightly. Otherwise, it was uncertain if Krillin's eyes would have been spared!

Seeing the little bald head cowering and fleeing, Son Goku voluntarily stopped the fight. There was no point in continuing.

"Kid, I'll give you a piece of advice. You must learn to be polite when you meet people in the future, or you'll get beaten up again next time!"

Sun Wuneng stepped forward and lectured him.

"And who are you? Are you strong?"

Krillin was confident in his own strength. Although Son Goku had beaten him, he refused to believe anyone else here could be stronger!

"I've been training at the Shaolin Temple for many years!"

He secretly bolstered his courage and adjusted his breathing, preparing for another fight.

"Forget it. I can't be bothered to bully you in your current state. Come back to me when you can defeat Wukong."

Seeing the hot-headed kid, Sun Wuneng found him rather uninteresting and simply summoned Master Roshi to finish things.

"Hey, Master Mutaito, this is for you. Don't you have any opinions to share?"

"Cough, cough, oh my, Wukong's strength has improved again in just a few days!"

With a sigh, Master Roshi also emerged.

"Kid, your strength is not bad. Unfortunately, I already have enough disciples and am not accepting any more. Go back where you came from!"