"Yo! Long time no see, Goku!"
Just as Master Roshi was astonished, a voice suddenly came from behind him.
Master Roshi abruptly turned around and saw a young man in a fitted black outfit standing behind him, though he had no idea when the man had arrived.
The fabric of his clothes was excellent. His zipper was pulled up to his collarbone, and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing well-defined forearms.
Although he looked somewhat sturdy, compared to a martial artist, he seemed more like the young master of a wealthy family.
Yet this very man made every hair on the back of Master Roshi's neck stand on end.
It made no sense.
This absolutely made no sense.
He had practiced martial arts for over a hundred years. His perception of qi had long since been carved into his bones.
Even if a fly passed by, he could detect its faint life force.
That was because qi was constantly emitted by all living things. The only difference was its strength.
Martial artists like him could control that leakage through training.
But even that had its limits—
Yet he could not sense even a trace of aura from the person before him.
It was as though he had completely merged with the surrounding aura—
The only explanation was that this person's control over his power had reached a realm Master Roshi could not even begin to comprehend.
"Teacher Zhang Qi!"
At that moment, the electrical net in Goku's hand instantly went out. Like a child who had spotted an ice cream truck, he leaped up and darted over to Zhang Qi in a few steps.
Hearing that name, Master Roshi's eyelid twitched as he examined Zhang Qi with uncertainty.
Was this the person who had created something surpassing the All Nations