You, with 50,000 combat power, come challenge me?

"Not bad." Master Roshi gave an objective assessment, nodding in approval as he set his magazine aside. "After these few days of training, your strength has clearly improved much more than before."

"It's still far from enough!" Krillin shook his head, hands on his hips.

He then looked Master Roshi up and down, his gaze sweeping from the master's Sunglasses to his slippers, then back to the Sunglasses.

Krillin's eyes brightened as he proposed, "Master Mutaito, why don't the two of us spar? Training by myself like this, I feel like my progress is too slow!"

Master Roshi's face darkened; the eyes behind his Sunglasses glared fiercely at Krillin, and his mouth twitched.

This brat thinks he's grown some wings, does he?

Planning to bully his teacher now?

"How about it, Master Mutaito?" Krillin asked with a smile, tilting his head and spreading his hands out in front of him.

"Get lost!" Master Roshi snapped irritably, his voice rising, "If you really want to find someone to spar with, go find Goku!"

"But I can't beat Goku!" Krillin shook his head, refusing decisively, and waved his hands in front of him.

Master Roshi: "..."

Master Roshi's mouth twitched again, his lips moving a few times, but nothing came out.

"Hmm?" Master Roshi suddenly turned his head to look at the distant sky, his eyes narrowing behind his Sunglasses. "Who's coming?"

His gaze locked onto a small speck on the horizon.

"Is someone coming?" Krillin immediately turned his head to look behind him, shifting his body's orientation.

A figure appeared on the horizon, flying rapidly toward them.

The figure drew closer and closer, becoming clearer by the second.

"Whoosh!"

Soro arrived at high speed from the distance, his form dragging an afterimage through the air.

He descended from the sky, his feet landing on Master Roshi's small island, his toes touching the sand.

"Soro?" Krillin froze, his eyes widening.

Master Roshi watched silently without speaking, his fingers tapping twice on the armrest of his lounge chair.

Sea Turtle also curiously examined Soro, stretching its neck out even further.

Before this, Sea Turtle had already heard Krillin talk about Soro.

"Soro, how did you find this place?" Krillin asked hurriedly.

"I sensed your energy." Soro smiled, hands in his pockets. "It was easy to find you."

"Did you... did you come here specifically to find me?" Krillin's mouth twitched slightly, his eyelids jumping as he suddenly had a bad premonition.

"That's right." Soro nodded with a grave expression, his gaze fixed on Krillin. "I intend to spar with you; you're the perfect opponent."

After three hours of gravity training, Soro's strength had improved quite rapidly.

Soro could clearly feel that his own energy intensity had increased significantly.

Calculating combat power based on energy intensity, Soro's current power level was at least 2000.

The combat power of this kid Krillin was 1700 during the battle against Vegeta and Nappa.

Having improved over the last two days, he should also be around 2000.

He was the perfect opponent!

Krillin opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He looked at Soro, then at Master Roshi, then back at Soro.

"Ah? You want to spar with me?" Krillin panicked instantly, his face turning pale as he waved his hands frantically in front of him.

You were able to beat Vegeta, who had a combat power of 18000, like a dog...

And now you want to spar with me!

If you want to kill me, just say so.

No need for all these twists and turns.

Krillin took a step back, his heels sinking into the sand, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Krillin." Master Roshi stood up calmly, tapped his cane against the sand, and revealed a brilliant smile. "This is a good opportunity. Sparring with Soro will be a great help to your improvement."

Krillin turned his head mechanically, looked at Master Roshi in silence, and his mouth twitched; he felt like crying but had no tears.

Why did karma come so fast?

I was just thinking about challenging Master Mutaito!

And now Soro is challenging me!

"Soro..." Krillin grew anxious, his voice rising as he spread his hands out. "Stop joking around. How could I possibly be your opponent? Not to mention that your Flash Technique is impossible to break, even your combat power is far beyond my reach!"

"Don't worry." Soro grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "I won't use the Flash Technique, and I'll lower my combat power to 2000 to fight you."

He paused, his face turning stern.

"It doesn't matter if you don't agree; I'll just have to take the initiative and attack you."

Krillin: "..."

Krillin's lips trembled, his nose stung, and he sniffled, feeling like he might cry.

Taking a deep breath, Krillin gritted his teeth, finally making up his mind.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.

"Then you promise," Krillin said in a deep voice, staring straight at Soro, "that you'll lower your combat power to 2000!"

"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm," Soro nodded vigorously, a sincere smile on his face.

He closed his eyes, temporarily deactivating the passive skill [Combat Power × 50].

The surging power within his body instantly went dormant.

The aura around his body dissipated, and he appeared much more ordinary.

In this state, Soro's combat power was roughly 2000.

Meanwhile, Krillin's combat power had reached 2100.

Relatively speaking, Krillin held a slight advantage.

The two stood on the beach, about 10 meters apart.

The sea breeze blew by, kicking up a few grains of sand.

Master Roshi stepped aside, sat down on a lounge chair, and crossed his legs.

Sea Turtle also shuffled to the side, stretching out its neck.

"Begin!" Master Roshi, enjoying the spectacle, waved his arm downward.

"Waaah!"

Krillin let out a roar to bolster his courage.

He kicked off the sand, sending it flying behind him, and charged rapidly toward Soro.

As he rushed forward, Krillin's body began to flicker.

One, two, three...

Countless images of Krillin appeared on the beach.

Multi-Form Afterimage Fist!

Over a dozen Krillins appeared simultaneously around Soro, some raising their fists, some lifting their legs, and others diving down from above.

The corners of Soro's mouth curled up slightly, a smile appearing on his face.

He didn't move, simply standing his ground.

"Snap!"

The next moment, Soro lightly raised his hand, palm facing upward, catching a fist that was smashing down from above.

The fist and palm collided, producing a crisp sound.

"Oh no!" Krillin exclaimed, all the afterimages vanishing. "He saw through it!"

His body hung suspended above Soro's head, his fist locked firmly in Soro's palm.

"Bang!"

Soro stopped holding back; he flipped his palm, grabbed Krillin's wrist, and yanked him down from the air.

He made a fist with his other hand and launched a fierce assault on Krillin.

Fist shadows fell like raindrops, each strike carrying a burst of energy.

Krillin gritted his teeth, shielding his front with both hands, blocking desperately.

But his footing was already in disarray, and his body kept retreating, leaving a trail of deep footprints in the sand.

Ten minutes later.

Krillin was beaten black and blue by Soro, with a bruised eye socket and a split lip.

He winced in pain, baring his teeth and sucking in cold air.

"I give up!" Krillin forced a strained smile, bending over with his hands on his knees, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Krillin," Soro sighed softly, crossing his arms. "Actually, there isn't much difference between our combat powers; in fact, yours is even higher than mine."

Krillin: "..."

Krillin's mouth twitched, half his face spasming.

With your combat power of 50,000, how can you have the nerve to say mine is higher than yours?

Krillin looked up at Soro, his lips moving a few times, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything.