Fists Got Harder!

Nameless Peninsula, one hundred meters below the sea.

Son Gohan sat cross-legged on the seabed, enveloped in a white mist that seemed to blend him with the seawater.

This depth, the limit for free diving for ordinary people, was merely a transition for him.

After stepping into the introductory level of Ki, he naturally learned the internal circulation of Ki, greatly improving the problem of breathing during dives.

"This depth currently poses no pressure for me. It seems I need to go deeper!"

After Son Gohan gradually adapted to the slight discomfort of being underwater, he stood up and walked towards the depths, stepping on the seabed. His depth was continuously decreasing in terms of straight-line distance.

100 meters!

150 meters!

200 meters!

Until he finally reached a depth he couldn't ascertain, feeling the pressure around him rise sharply, almost unbearable, he stopped.

His next action was to continuously punch and retract his fists in the seabed!

The sea surface was turbulent, while the seabed appeared calm, but it was also surging with undercurrents. With every punch and retraction, he constantly felt the irregular distortions from all directions.

If an ordinary, strong adult human were to descend here, they would likely be torn apart by the surging undercurrents before long!

After an unknown number of punches, he felt his body becoming increasingly sluggish and his stamina rapidly declining. With the last ounce of strength he could control, he unleashed it, then released his control over his body and forcefully ascended towards the surface.

After an unknown amount of time, with a "boom!" from the sea surface, he appeared on the water, dragging his exhausted body.

Looking at the bright moon already high in the sky, Son Gohan realized that more than half the day had passed.

Feeling the frantic signals from his stomach, Son Gohan muttered to himself.

"It seems I need to climb Korin Tower as soon as possible. Such intense exertion requires immense eating and digestion. Without Senzu Beans, the efficiency of my training would be significantly reduced."

Son Gohan had always known his own capabilities. Compared to Son Goku, his strength had never been the combat power that was a hundred times greater from birth.

Instead, it was the profound soul power resulting from the fusion of two souls.

Under normal circumstances, his brain activity was much higher than that of ordinary people, making his understanding of certain techniques very easy.

However, a drawback was that he lacked a steadfast martial heart.

The habits and memories from his previous life continued to influence him.

It was a bad habit formed over twenty years in his past life, a habit that only began to fade after he grasped the introductory level of Ki.

The results of his underwater training this time also brought him considerable joy.

It was a sense of spiritual pleasure, much like returning to nature after a long confinement in a cage!

"I won't worry about it anymore. I'll gradually increase my training intensity later. The world is big, but eating is the most important thing. I'm going back to feast!"

He touched his empty stomach. Feeling slightly recovered, he shouldered the turtle shell that hadn't disappeared and ran towards Kame House...

"One, two, one, two, run and jump!"

Son Gohan silently circulated the so-called Kame Style Breathing Method, feeling the process of a trace of new strength gradually being generated, consumed, and generated again within his body that had reached its limit. This cycle repeated for an unknown amount of time. Just as his consciousness began to blur, a girl suddenly appeared in his vision.

"Hey, it's Bulma! What are you doing here!"

He only saw clearly who it was when he ran closer.

Bulma was initially angry, but seeing Son Gohan's exhausted face, she couldn't muster any anger.

"I was worried about you! Everyone left early this morning. When I woke up, no one was in the house. Then, everyone came back in the afternoon, but you were still nowhere to be seen."

"If that old man hadn't said you were in no danger, I would have rushed out to find you long ago!"

She rarely showed a hint of grievance. The two had just become boyfriend and girlfriend, a time when their feelings were heating up and they wanted to be lovey-dovey.

As a result, this kid only had training in his eyes and had long since set her aside as his girlfriend.

Although his body hadn't fully developed yet, and they couldn't do any "shameful things," she still needed companionship.

"I wish I hadn't fallen for you, you brat!"

She had always imagined her boyfriend to be tall and handsome, with a hint of wildness in his unrestrained nature, and a touch of calmness in his enigmatic demeanor.

But after adventuring with this kid for just a few months, her heart was filled with his presence, and she could never go back to the past.

The contrast between his childish body and mature thoughts made Bulma even more attached to him.

He stood on tiptoe slightly and patted Bulma's head. Son Gohan comforted her, "It's my fault. It was the first day of formal training, and I got engrossed in it, neglecting you."

"It won't happen again!"

Bulma nodded with satisfaction, hugged his arm, and led him towards the small house.

"I already prepared dinner for you, but I was worried because you weren't coming back!"

"Can you, a young lady who doesn't even know how to cook, actually cook? I feel bad for exposing you!"

He touched his nose and wisely refrained from complaining. He didn't voice his thoughts.

However, his strange expression and hesitant demeanor still successfully caught Bulma's attention. By the time they returned to Kame House, a strange blush had appeared on Son Gohan's face.

"Huh? Gohan, why are you blushing?"

Son Goku, whose innocent words were unrestrained, came happily to open the Gate of Opening for Son Gohan and directly asked.

Son Gohan secretly glanced at Bulma, who was pouting and sulking, and after thinking for a moment, he pulled out an awkward but polite smile and replied.

"It's wax for cold protection!"

"Pfft!"

Bulma, who was only pretending to be angry, couldn't hold back her laughter when she heard his bizarre answer and burst out laughing.

"Silly kid, his face was clearly scratched by a woman."

Master Mutaito understood what was going on with just a glance.

"Master Mutaito, don't expose him. We're master and disciple, aren't we!"

Son Gohan could only mutter a complaint in a low voice, scratching his head helplessly.

There was nothing he could do, as everyone present was of a higher status than him!

"Pfft! Hahaha!"

At this moment, two people suddenly barged in through the door. Upon seeing Son Gohan's face clearly, they both burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, Gohan's face is too funny! Did a cat scratch him?"

Krillin said, nudging Yamcha, who was also laughing beside him.

"..."

"Crack, crack!"

His fists are clenched!