Learn Kamehameha

In an instant, about twenty people surrounded Zhou Zilong, their eyes filled with hostility and killing intent, as if they wanted to tear him apart alive.

Zhou Zilong clenched his fists, his gaze firm. With a sudden movement, he lunged toward one of them with lightning speed. Before the man could react, he was knocked to the ground by a sweeping kick from Zhou Zilong.

Seeing this, the others nearby immediately charged at Zhou Zilong, but their movements appeared incredibly slow in his eyes. He easily dodged their attacks while knocking them down one by one with his fists and feet.

In a matter of moments, Zhou Zilong had laid all of his attackers on the ground. His movements were light and swift, like a nimble leopard weaving through a jungle. After all, he was currently keeping his combat power at around 20, making it very easy to deal with these opponents whose combat power was only around 7.

The three-meter-tall giant saw this and his expression changed drastically. He had not expected this seemingly ordinary young man to possess such formidable strength. He felt a moment of panic, but quickly steadied himself.

"Kid, you've certainly got some skills, but don't forget, our Predator Mercenary Group is not to be trifled with!" the three-meter-tall giant said viciously.

Zhou Zilong smiled slightly and replied, "Then we'll see if your group has the capability. Even if your boss comes, I'll still knock him down today!"

After all, with a combat power of over 100,000, he was indeed a powerhouse on Earth before the Dragon Ball Z storyline had truly begun. Unless there was some kind of world-ending threat, it was no exaggeration to say that Zhou Zilong could walk wherever he pleased.

The three-meter-tall giant pulled out a button-like object and said, "Kid, you've got a big mouth. Since that's the case, do you dare to take this item from our Predator Mercenary Group? We'll come looking for you later!"

Zhou Zilong took the item, took a deep breath, and said firmly, "Why wouldn't I dare?"

After the members of the Predator Mercenary Group left, Zhou Zilong hoisted the unconscious two-meter-tall giant onto his back and hurried toward the town's medical station. Inside the station, doctors were busy treating the giant's injuries. Zhou Zilong didn't linger; he simply explained the situation briefly before turning to leave. Returning to the Turtle Hermit's House, Zhou Zilong saw Master Roshi playing with a beautiful female android he had built. A sense of warmth filled his heart. He walked up to Master Roshi, bowed respectfully, and said, "Master, I'm back!"

Master Roshi looked up, noticed Zhou Zilong's grave expression, and asked, "Zilong, what's wrong? Did you run into some trouble?"

Zhou Zilong took a deep breath and told Master Roshi the whole story. He recounted how he had stood up against injustice, how he had clashed with the Predator Mercenary Group, and expressed his current worries and determination.

After listening, Master Roshi was silent for a moment before patting Zhou Zilong on the shoulder. "Zilong, you did well. You didn't do anything wrong; you were just protecting innocent people. As your master, I will naturally support you with all my might!"

"Master, I want to learn more martial arts techniques to deal with that Viba Legion. Could you teach me a few?" Zhou Zilong asked sincerely.

Master Roshi nodded and said, "Very well, then I shall teach you a technique I created myself—the Kamehameha!"

The sea breeze blew gently, and the waves lapped against the shore, making rhythmic sounds. On the beach in front of the Turtle Hermit's House, Master Roshi prepared to teach Zhou Zilong a powerful ultimate technique: the Kamehameha!

Master Roshi stood on the sand, his figure beginning to change slowly. His seemingly frail body swelled up like a balloon, his muscle lines becoming defined and filled with a sense of power. He placed his hands in a cupped shape, and a blue-white energy gradually gathered in his palms.

Watching this technique—which was often jokingly referred to in the original work as the move you should never use to clash beams with the Son family, and which appeared with high frequency in Dragon Ball—Zhou Zilong felt very expectant.

"Watch closely, Zilong. This is the essence of the Kamehameha," Master Roshi said in a deep, authoritative, and confident voice.

With a loud shout of, "Kamehameha!" a dazzling light shot from his palms toward the sea. The waves were instantly lifted by this force, forming a massive wall of water that then crashed down with a deafening roar.

Master Roshi withdrew his palms, and the energy dissipated. He turned around to look at Zhou Zilong, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Zhou Zilong nodded. He took a deep breath, placed his hands in the cupped shape as instructed by Master Roshi, closed his eyes, and felt the energy flowing within his body.

"Ka~me~ha~me~HA!" Zhou Zilong shouted as well. He felt energy beginning to gather between his hands, a sensation like a warm current flowing through his body.

When the energy condensed to a certain point, Zhou Zilong opened his eyes wide and pushed his hands forward. A blue-white beam of light shot from his palms toward the sea.

Although the light was not as intense as the one Master Roshi had released, it was enough to kick up a significant splash. Zhou Zilong looked at his result with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Very good! You have mastered the basic essentials of the Kamehameha," Master Roshi praised. "But to truly unleash its power, you need to practice and comprehend it continuously."

Meanwhile, at the base of the Predator Mercenary Group, in an open field, a massive figure was sternly reprimanding the three-meter-tall giant whom Zhou Zilong had dealt with earlier. This tall giant was Golden, the combat instructor of the Predator Mercenary Group. He held the title of "Tyrant of Violent Fists" and was the second-in-command of the group, responsible for resolving all problems through force.

"Atai, it seems my usual training for you has been too lenient, for you to be defeated by some unknown punk!" Golden's voice echoed like thunder across the open field.

The three-meter-tall giant, the mercenary known as "Atai," was currently enduring a storm of attacks from Golden. He kept blocking and parrying while defending himself: "Instructor Golden, it really wasn't my fault. That kid was just too strong. His strikes were incredibly fast—so fast that I couldn't even block a single one!"

A flash of anger crossed Golden's eyes upon hearing this. His fists swung even more fiercely, forcing Atai to retreat repeatedly. He knew that Atai's strength was considered top-tier within the mercenary group, and being defeated by a nobody was a huge disgrace to him.

"Defeat is defeat; don't make excuses!" Golden roared. "From today on, your training volume is doubled! I want you to understand that there are no weaklings in the Predator Mercenary Group!"

Atai felt dissatisfied, but he could only silently endure Golden's fury. He knew that as a member of the Predator Mercenary Group, failure meant having to endure even more brutal training.