Combat Power Rises Again

"The reason you lost to me," Soro smiled, his gaze calm as he looked at Krillin, "is because you were already timid before the fight even began."

Krillin didn't want to speak.

He straightened up, his hands hanging at his sides, and shifted his gaze toward the sea.

Could you try putting yourself in my shoes for a second?

How could I not be afraid?

Although you lowered your combat power to 2,000, what if you suddenly unleashed your true strength?

That's 50,000 combat power!

I could easily be killed by you!

And setting aside the issue of combat power, I also have to guard against you using the Flash Technique to blind me.

Krillin's eyelid twitched, and he subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

There's just no way to fight this!

"Krillin!" Master Roshi sighed, standing up with his cane and adjusting his Sunglasses.

His voice was steady.

"Soro is right; you must have confidence when you fight! No matter how strong your opponent is, you must remember... you aren't necessarily going to lose. Look at Goku; he has always held that mindset, which is why he remains invincible!"

Krillin turned to look at Master Roshi, the corners of his mouth twitching as he grumbled silently to himself.

It's easy to talk when you're not the one in the ring!

You weren't willing to spar with me just a moment ago.

Now you're standing on the sidelines preaching.

Krillin took a deep breath and swallowed his complaints.

"Right," Soro said, looking silently at Master Roshi, his gaze sweeping over the Sunglasses. "You are Krillin's teacher, aren't you?"

Master Roshi's body stiffened slightly, and his fingers tightened around his cane.

His heart skipped a beat, his eyelid twitched, and he hurriedly prepared to deny it.

"That's right!" Krillin suddenly grew interested, beaming as he stepped forward to stand beside Master Roshi. "He is my teacher, also known as the strongest human on Earth. He is crowned as Master Mutaito and is also called the God of Martial Arts."

He turned to look at Soro, his eyes brightening.

"Soro, why don't you spar with Master Mutaito?"

"That sounds good," Soro nodded thoughtfully, his gaze lingering on Master Roshi for two seconds.

"Well..." Master Roshi's eyes darted around, and he immediately clutched his stomach and crouched down. "Oh dear, my stomach hurts!"

His brows knitted together, and his face wrinkled like a steamed bun.

"What's wrong? Did you eat something bad today?"

Krillin: "..."

Krillin's jaw nearly hit the floor; his mouth hung open, and his eyes went round.

"I can't take it, I need to use the restroom!" After saying this, Master Roshi made a quick getaway.

His slippers slapped against the ground as he scurried away in a flash, leaving his cane behind on the lounge chair.

Soro watched Master Roshi's retreating back in silence, his hands in his pockets as he fell into deep thought.

As a Dragon Ball fan, Soro remembered that during the Tournament of Power, Master Roshi had actually managed to trade three or five blows with Jiren.

This suggested that the old man's strength was by no means as simple as it appeared on the surface.

However, that was many years in the future.

Right now, he might truly just be a weakling with a combat power of around 100.

Soro shook his head and withdrew his gaze.

"Train hard!" Soro patted Krillin on the shoulder.

Then, his feet left the ground, and he soared into the air, departing rapidly.

Krillin stood where he was, tilting his head to watch the direction in which Soro had disappeared.

He reached up to touch the bruises on his face and winced.

Not long after, Soro returned to the headquarters of Capsule Corp.

He descended from the sky, his feet landing on the lawn.

He then dove straight into the Gravity Training Room to begin a new round of training.

Although the battle with Krillin hadn't been a profound revelation, Soro had still gained a great deal.

At the very least, some of the combat techniques he had witnessed left Soro with plenty to reflect upon.

Krillin's fist techniques were sharp, and his footwork was agile.

After all, as a disciple trained by Master Mutaito, his combat skills were truly outstanding.

Soro stood in the center of the Gravity Training Room and took a deep breath.

He walked over to the main console and adjusted the gravity from 10x to 20x.

Pressure surged in from all directions.

Soro clenched his fists and began to throw punches, kicks, and move about.

Sweat quickly soaked through his clothes.

After training for another three hours or so.

Soro had completely adapted to the 20x gravity.

The pressure on his body had become as light as a feather.

At the same time, Soro's combat power had also seen a significant increase.

It had gone from 2,000 to 3,000!

He clenched his fists, feeling the power surging within his body, and a smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Creak!"

The metal door opened.

"Huh?" Bulma was standing outside the door, and seeing Soro emerge from the Gravity Training Room, she quickly asked with curiosity, "Soro, didn't you go to challenge Krillin? When did you get back?"

"I came back as soon as I finished," Soro said with a smile, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Krillin must have been beaten pretty badly, right?" Bulma asked with a smile, tilting her head.

"Just about," Soro's lips curled upward, revealing a bright smile, "but the one who should be tragic next is Piccolo."

"You... you're going to fight Piccolo again?" Bulma was left speechless, hands on her hips.

"I'm off!" Soro took to the air, his body hovering in mid-sky.

He waved goodbye to Bulma.

"Let's have a moment of silence for Piccolo for ten seconds!"

Bulma: "..."

Bulma stood where she was, looking up at the direction Soro had flown off in.

How did you know I was going to give Piccolo ten seconds of silence?

Bulma's mouth twitched, and she lowered her head, silently counting to ten in her heart.

Ten minutes later.

Soro arrived above a desolate valley, the area where Piccolo often trained.

Soro hovered high in the air, arms crossed over his chest, looking down at the scene below.

Piccolo was currently hovering ten meters off the ground, legs crossed, hands resting on his knees.

He had his eyes closed, training through meditation.

His ki flowed slowly around his body, stirring up faint currents of air.

Seeming to sense a presence appearing above him, Piccolo immediately opened his eyes, rolled them upward, and looked up at Soro.

"Soro!" Piccolo's expression darkened, and his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

His brows furrowed.

What is this guy doing coming here for no reason?

I recall I haven't provoked him!

Piccolo exited his meditative state, touched his feet to the ground, and stood on a rock.

"Do... do you need something?" Piccolo asked guardedly, his gaze locked onto Soro.

"Nothing major," Soro smiled slightly, slowly descending from the air to stand on a rock opposite Piccolo, "I was bored, so I came to spar with you."

Piccolo: "..."

Piccolo's face turned a sickly shade of green, a layer of pallor showing through his green skin.

Someone with your combat power coming over to find me for a spar?

Isn't this just bullying?

Piccolo's back tensed slightly, and his fists clenched involuntarily.

"Your current combat power is about 4,000," Soro said with a smile, his tone relaxed, "I'll lower my combat power to around 3,000 to fight you."

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