Basic Combat Power 2000!

Soro closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking deep within his body.

In the bottom right corner of his field of vision, the skill icon was clearly visible; the [Combat Power ×50] icon floated there silently, emitting a faint glow.

Soro immediately attempted to tap on the [Combat Power ×50] skill icon.

In the blink of an eye, the skill icon turned black and white, like a lamp that had been extinguished.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, an incredibly heavy sense of oppression instantly slammed into his entire body.

That pressure was countless times stronger than before, as if an entire mountain were crushing down upon him.

Soro was instantly pressed down so hard he nearly collapsed to the floor; his knees buckled, his teeth were clenched tight, the veins on his forehead bulged slightly, and his breathing became ragged.

Immediately after, Soro tapped the [Combat Power ×50] passive skill once more.

In an instant, the skill icon returned to color, and the light shone brightly once again.

The oppressive sensation vanished quickly, and his body felt light once more.

So it could be operated like this!

Soro was overjoyed, a grin spreading across his face.

If he were to train under the condition of 50,000 combat power the entire time, his base combat power would certainly improve slowly.

But by tempering his body under the condition of only 1,000 combat power, his base combat power would surely increase significantly.

The facts proved exactly that!

Soro clenched his fists, feeling the power that had been suppressed within his body, then relaxed them.

After training in the Gravity Training Room for a full three hours, Soro finally emerged, drenched in sweat.

He pushed open the metal door, his footsteps heavy; his clothes were soaked through with sweat, clinging to his skin, and beads of perspiration dripped from his forehead down the tip of his nose.

As soon as he left the training room, Soro caught sight of Bulma standing in the sunlight.

The sun shone from behind her, casting a long shadow on the ground.

"Bulma, help me get some food, I'm starving!" Soro said, panting, his voice laced with exhaustion.

"Go, prepare some food." Bulma immediately issued an order to the chef robot beside her, pointing toward the kitchen.

The chef robot's eyes flashed, it emitted a "beep," and it immediately turned to get to work.

"How was the training, Soro?" Bulma asked with concern, thoughtfully handing him a bottle of mineral water.

"Thanks." Soro thanked her and took the water.

He twisted off the cap, tilted his head back, and took a long, satisfying gulp.

Water droplets slid from the corner of his mouth, trailing down his chin to the floor.

Not bad at all. Soro felt great inside.

He had originally thought he was a good-for-nothing.

It turned out the environment was just the problem.

Trying to increase his strength on Atlantis Planet was truly a difficult task.

But training in the Gravity Training Room was a completely different story.

To Soro, it felt like a fish finding water.

"You're already so strong, yet you still train so hard," Bulma remarked, crossing her arms.

"I have a premonition." Soro's voice was low, his gaze fixed on the distance. "This trip to Namek is definitely not as simple as it seems!"

"Is that so?" Bulma paused, tilting her head. "Are the Namekians very powerful?"

"It might not be the Namekians." Soro shook his head, his brow furrowing slightly. "It could also be an evil organization from the depths of the universe."

"If it's that scary..." Bulma's mouth twitched slightly, and she stuck out her tongue in fright, tapping her finger against her lips. "Maybe I shouldn't go after all..."

"Yeah." Soro nodded, looking at Bulma. "You really shouldn't go."

He did not approve of Bulma tagging along to Namek.

The chef robot quickly brought out various specialty dishes.

The tray was filled with plates, all steaming hot.

Soro began to eat with gusto, his chopsticks flying across the plates, sweeping the table clean like a storm.

"By the way... Soro, do you have a twin brother?" Bulma blinked her eyes and asked suddenly.

"No." Soro shook his head and asked in return, "Why do you ask?"

"It's... it's nothing... When I was 10, someone with the same name as you saved me, but I can't quite remember what he looked like." Bulma rubbed her head and spoke the truth.

"Is it possible that I traveled through time and returned to the year you were ten?" Soro chuckled.

Bulma stared blankly at Soro, her beautiful eyes blinking rapidly, suddenly feeling that what he said actually made a lot of sense.

"I'm full." Soro put down his chopsticks and stood up from his chair. "I'm going out for a bit."

"Snap!"

As he spoke, Soro immediately took to the air, his feet leaving the ground as his body hovered in mid-air.

"Eh?" Bulma blinked, looking up and shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find Krillin!" Soro looked down at Bulma with a smile on his lips.

"Krillin?" Bulma was a bit dazed, her brow furrowing. "What do you want with him?"

"To spar with him." Soro grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.

Bulma: "..."

Bulma was instantly stunned, her mouth slightly agape and her eyes wide.

You have a combat power of 50,000, and you're going to challenge Krillin, who only has 1,700?

Images of Krillin being beaten to a pulp flashed through Bulma's mind.

"Krillin didn't provoke you, did he?" Bulma asked hurriedly, her voice rising in pitch.

"I'm off." Soro didn't waste any more words; his figure moved, turning into a streak of light as he flew rapidly toward the island where Master Roshi lived.

In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished into the sky, leaving behind only a faint wake of air.

Bulma stood where she was, head tilted back as she watched the direction in which Soro had disappeared.

She silently wiped away a bead of sweat, her fingers brushing across her forehead, and offered a ten-second moment of silence for Krillin.

When could Krillin have possibly offended Soro?

He wouldn't get beaten to death, would he?

Logically, he shouldn't...

Soro doesn't look like a bad guy.

Bulma bit her lip, her brows knitted together.

She hesitated for a moment.

"Hey!" Bulma cupped her hands around her mouth like a megaphone and shouted, "Do you even know where Krillin is?"

"I do." Soro's voice drifted back from afar, echoing through the air.

Bulma's expression stiffened slightly, her mouth twitching, before she immediately shook her head.

Should she give Krillin a call and tell him to go out and hide for a while?

Master Roshi's island.

Waves crashed against the reefs on the shore, making a rushing sound.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty scent, blew through the trees on the island.

Krillin was on the island, punching and kicking at the air.

His fists carved arcs through the air, each punch carrying a burst of energy.

When he kicked out, a small patch of sand on the ground was blown away.

Sweat slid down his bald head, dripping onto the beach.

Master Roshi sat on a lounge chair, holding a magazine, though it was impossible to tell where he was looking behind his sunglasses.

Sea Turtle lay on the beach, his neck stretched out long, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on Krillin.

"Ha!"

Krillin gathered energy between his hands, a ball of light dancing in his palms and emitting a sizzling sound.

He thrust his arms forward violently, and the energy shot toward the distant sea at high speed, trailing a tail of light through the air.

"Whoosh!"

The energy streaked rapidly across the sea surface, slicing through the water and leaving a long white trail on the horizon.

The waves surged to both sides, taking several seconds to close back up.

Krillin took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and scratched his head at Master Roshi with a wide grin, revealing two rows of teeth.

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