In an instant, around twenty people surrounded Zhou Zilong. Their eyes brimmed with hostility and murderous intent, as if they wanted to tear him apart.
Zhou Zilong clenched his fists, his gaze resolute. He sprang into motion and charged at one of them with blinding speed. Before the man could react, Zhou Zilong swept his legs out from under him, knocking him to the ground.
Seeing this, several others rushed at Zhou Zilong. But their movements seemed sluggish to him. He easily dodged their attacks, then took them down one by one with punches and kicks.
In no time, Zhou Zilong had knocked everyone surrounding him to the ground. His movements were light and swift, like a lithe leopard darting through the jungle. After all, he was currently keeping his battle power around 20, so dealing with these people, whose battle power was only around 7, was easy.
The three-meter-tall strongman's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected this seemingly ordinary young man to be so powerful. He couldn't help feeling flustered, but soon managed to calm himself down.
"Kid, you've got some skill, I'll give you that. But don't forget, the Predator Mercenary Group isn't to be trifled with!" the towering strongman growled.
Zhou Zilong smiled faintly. "We'll see if your group can back that up. Even if your leader shows up, I'll take him down today!"
After all, with a battle power of over 100,000, Zhou Zilong was already one of Earth's strongest fighters at this point in the Dragon Ball Z story. Unless something came along to destroy the planet, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he could do as he pleased.
The three-meter-tall strongman took out a button-like object and said, "Kid, you sure are cocky. Since you're so confident, how about taking this item from the Predator Mercenary Group? We'll come looking for you later!"
Zhou Zilong accepted it, took a deep breath, and replied firmly, "Why wouldn't I?"
After the Predator Mercenary Group members left, Zhou Zilong carried the unconscious strongman, who was over two meters tall, and hurried to the town's medical station. The doctors inside were busy treating the man's injuries. Zhou Zilong didn't stay long. He simply explained what had happened, then turned and left. When he returned to Turtle Hermit's House, he saw Master Roshi playing with the lifelike female robot he had built, and warmth welled up in his heart. He walked over to Master Roshi, respectfully bowed, and said, "Master, I'm back!"
Master Roshi looked up and saw Zhou Zilong's solemn expression. "Zilong, what's wrong? Did you run into trouble?"
Zhou Zilong took a deep breath and told Master Roshi everything that had happened. He explained how he had stood up for someone in need, how he had clashed with the Predator Mercenary Group, and how worried he was, as well as what he had resolved to do.
Master Roshi was silent for a moment after listening. Then he patted Zhou Zilong on the shoulder. "Zilong, you did well. You did nothing wrong. You were only protecting innocent people. As your master, I'll give you my full support!"
"Master, I'd like to learn more martial arts techniques so I can deal with the Viba Legion. Could you teach me a few moves?" Zhou Zilong asked earnestly.
Master Roshi nodded. "All right. I'll teach you one of my own techniques from the Turtle Hermit School—the Kamehameha!"
The sea breeze blew gently, and the waves lapped rhythmically against the shore. On the beach in front of Turtle Hermit's House, Master Roshi prepared to teach Zhou Zilong a powerful special move—the Kamehameha!
Master Roshi stood on the beach, and his body began to change slowly. His seemingly frail frame swelled like a balloon, his muscles becoming sharply defined and full of strength. He formed his hands into a cup shape, and blue-white energy gradually gathered in his palms.
Zhou Zilong had been looking forward to seeing this move, which the original story had often joked about with the warning not to clash beams with members of the Son family. It was also one of the most frequently used techniques in Dragon Ball.
"Watch closely, Zilong. This is the essence of the Kamehameha," Master Roshi said gravely, his voice full of authority and confidence.
With a loud shout—"Kamehameha!"—a blinding beam shot from his palms toward the sea. The force instantly lifted the waves into a towering wall of water, which then crashed down with a deafening roar.
Master Roshi lowered his hands, and the energy dissipated. He turned to Zhou Zilong, eyes shining with expectation.
Zhou Zilong nodded, took a deep breath, and followed Master Roshi's instructions, cupping his hands. He closed his eyes and felt the energy flowing through his body.
"Kamehameha!" Zhou Zilong shouted. He felt energy begin to gather between his hands, like a warm current flowing through his body.
When the energy had built to a certain point, Zhou Zilong suddenly opened his eyes and thrust his hands forward. A blue-white beam shot from his palms toward the sea.
It wasn't as powerful as Master Roshi's, but it was still enough to raise a sizable wave. Zhou Zilong looked at what he had accomplished and smiled with satisfaction.
"Excellent! You've mastered the fundamentals of the Kamehameha," Master Roshi praised him. "But to truly unleash its power, you'll need to keep practicing and understanding it."
Meanwhile, at the Predator Mercenary Group's base, a towering figure was harshly reprimanding the three-meter-tall strongman Zhou Zilong had beaten earlier. The imposing man was Golden, the Predator Mercenary Group's combat instructor. Known as the "Fist of Fury," he was the group's second-in-command and was responsible for resolving every problem with force.
"Atai, it seems I haven't been training you hard enough. You actually lost to some unknown brat!" Golden's voice boomed across the empty grounds like thunder.
The three-meter-tall strongman, the mercenary Golden had called Atai, was now enduring Golden's relentless assault. He repeatedly blocked and parried while trying to explain himself. "Instructor Golden, it really wasn't my fault! That kid was too strong. He attacked so fast I couldn't even block a single move!"
A flash of anger crossed Golden's eyes. He threw his punches even faster, forcing Atai to retreat again and again. He knew Atai was one of the mercenary group's top fighters, but for him to lose to an unknown nobody was a huge disgrace.
"A loss is a loss. Don't make excuses!" Golden roared. "Starting today, your training is doubled! I'll make you understand that there are no weaklings in the Predator Mercenary Group!"
Though Atai was unhappy, he could only silently endure Golden's fury. He knew that as a member of the Predator Mercenary Group, losing meant facing even harsher training.
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