New Star on the Baseball Field

High in the air, Piccolo was covered in wounds, blood constantly bubbling from his mouth.

Wang Yang suddenly clasped his hands together and struck Piccolo's head like a heavy hammer, driving him from the sky down to the ground, where he slammed into the earth like a cannonball.

BOOM!

The ground trembled, and the onlookers instinctively crouched down.

"So powerful!"

Son Goku stood as steady as a pine tree, muttering to himself. He had just fought a grueling battle against Piccolo, exhausting every ounce of his strength and leaving his body crippled before he could barely manage a victory.

He had not expected Wang Yang to defeat Piccolo so easily; the disparity between the two was immediately apparent.

Hovering in the air, Wang Yang curled the corner of his mouth into a smirk. Looking down at Piccolo, he pressed his right hand downward, and blue energy surged from his palm, roaring toward Piccolo like a blue dragon.

A dazzling light bloomed across the earth.

BOOM!

With a thunderous roar, the ground shook and the mountains swayed. The already cratered earth was blasted into an even larger pit by Wang Yang's attack.

Everyone scrambled to press themselves against the ground.

Below, Bulma looked up at Wang Yang, who stood in the sky with hair as black as ink, radiating strength, confidence, and masculinity. Her eyes sparkled with stars.

The sharp aura emanating from Wang Yang's entire body and his slightly upturned smile made her heart race.

Meanwhile, Piccolo lay in the pit, covered in wounds and half-buried in dirt. If not for the rhythmic rising and falling of his chest, one would easily assume he had breathed his last.

Having only just recovered, only to be crippled once again, Piccolo felt a mix of shock, rage, and terror.

"So powerful!" The onlookers' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Piccolo, who had been evenly matched with Goku just moments ago, had been defeated by Wang Yang with such ease.

"No, that's not it. Wang Yang's power is about the same as Piccolo's. It's his combat experience—he spotted Piccolo's opening and launched a fierce assault, giving him no chance to counter. Furthermore, his power is incredibly condensed; he doesn't waste energy on useless movements during the fight." Goku watched the scene with a grave expression.

This was a style of combat he had never seen before; his own battles usually involved a warm-up before going all out.

Wang Yang landed, not even glancing at Piccolo in the pit, and turned his gaze toward the solemn-looking Goku.

"Next is our fight. Do you need to rest?" Wang Yang asked with a smile.

"No need, I just ate a Senzu Bean and have fully recovered. What about you? Do you need a break after fighting Piccolo?" Goku replied with a grin.

"I don't need one either. Having seen my fighting style, you should understand that I go all out from start to finish. If you don't use your full strength from the beginning when we fight, don't blame me for not giving you a chance." Wang Yang kindly reminded Goku, who always preferred to hold back at the start.

"Haha, I won't!" Goku laughed. Faced with an opponent like Wang Yang who went all out from the start, he had intended to test the waters, but he feared that if he did, he would end up like Piccolo—defeated before he could even use his trump cards. That would be a real shame!

Wang Yang was formidable, and Son Goku felt a heavy pressure, but he quickly adjusted his mindset to enter a combat state.

Goku let out a loud shout, gathering his energy and pushing his ki to its peak.

His power has increased a bit. It seems recovering from a near-death state has activated his Saiyan bloodline, Wang Yang thought, sensing the rise in Goku's power.

However, this was only relative to Goku; to Wang Yang, this increase in power was negligible.

Goku stomped his right foot hard against the ground, turning into a blur as he charged at Wang Yang.

Wang Yang immediately raised his ki to match Goku's level. Sensing Son Goku's position, he clenched his fist and struck out.

Their fists collided, and Goku's figure appeared out of thin air. The two remained deadlocked for a moment before both vanished again.

Hah!

Son Goku threw a punch, but it passed through Wang Yang's body without resistance; the afterimage left behind by Wang Yang twisted and vanished.

"What?"

Son Goku was shocked. The next moment, Wang Yang's body materialized to his right, delivering a sweeping leg kick.

Wang Yang also realized something was wrong—he hadn't landed his hit either.

"An afterimage!"

"I'm over here!"

Son Goku's voice suddenly came from behind, followed by a punch.

The two traded blows, yet neither could land a hit on the other.

"So fast. Even with my three eyes, it's hard to keep up with their movements."

Tien Shinhan's eyes darted back and forth, unable to help but exclaim.

Wang Yang dodged Goku's mid-air side kick, his figure flickering constantly. His eyes narrowed as he caught sight of Son Goku's true form, and he condensed an energy ball in his hand, pressing it toward Goku.

Goku didn't panic; quick-witted and fast-handed, he condensed a beam of light in his right hand and fired it directly at Wang Yang's energy ball.

A dazzling light suddenly erupted in the bright sky, followed by a surging shockwave that kicked up the dirt and filled the air with yellowish-brown dust.

Wang Yang and Son Goku were both sent flying backward.

The two landed with backflips, then pushed off the ground, charging at each other like arrows released from a bow.

This time, neither dodged, and they engaged in a fierce, close-quarters battle. The sounds of violent collisions echoed one after another as they spiraled upward into the sky.

"Kamehameha!"

At this moment, a roar echoed through the sky, and a white beam of light, thicker than a water barrel, erupted from Son Goku's hands, flying rapidly toward Wang Yang.

Wang Yang watched this scene without a hint of fear. He stretched his body out, his hands gathering two dazzling rays of light that spun at high speed in mid-air, resembling a glowing tornado as they flew toward the Kamehameha.

As the two collided, there was no expected sound of impact. Instead, the swirling energy wave dodged the incoming Kamehameha at the last possible second, spiraling around it like a nimble serpent before rushing straight toward Son Goku.

"What?" Son Goku was shocked, never expecting Wang Yang's energy wave to be so agile.

One had to realize that achieving this required not only exquisite control but also immense mental focus; both were indispensable.

Yamcha watched this scene with a look of disappointment on his face; Wang Yang's technique appeared far more sophisticated than his own prized Spirit Ball.

The Kamehameha had condensed Son Goku's full-power strike, and controlling it to change direction was no easy feat. Watching the two energy waves draw closer, Son Goku immediately dispersed his Kamehameha and crossed his arms in front of his chest, attempting to block Wang Yang's attack.

BOOM!

With a deafening roar, both energy waves struck Son Goku simultaneously, and he let out a miserable cry as he was sent flying.

A faint smile appeared on Wang Yang's face. He flashed in pursuit, appearing instantly behind Son Goku, and delivered a fierce whip kick to his back, sending him soaring high into the air.

Wang Yang flickered, his body vanishing into thin air once more to reappear above Son Goku, unleashing a relentless barrage of attacks upon him.

"Get off me!" Son Goku struggled to control his body, a powerful surge of ki erupting from within him. It seemed as though an invisible sphere had formed around his body, attempting to push Wang Yang away.

This is somewhat like Kami's technique! A thought flashed through Wang Yang's mind. However, his fist, condensed with immense power, was not something Son Goku could push aside in his panicked state.

Though his fist slowed slightly, it remained unyielding, breaking through the obstruction and landing solidly on Son Goku's face.

The invisible field was shattered by Wang Yang's punch!

So powerful! His combat experience is truly incredible!

Son Goku smiled bitterly to himself. At the start, they had been trading blows, evenly matched. But the moment he showed a flaw—one that wasn't even a real opening—Wang Yang had seized it, forcing him into this passive position.

Son Goku was unaccustomed to Wang Yang's rhythm, which gave his opponent absolutely no breathing room and capitalized on every opportunity to strike with lethal intent.

He desperately wanted to tell Wang Yang to stop for a moment so he could catch his breath.

But Wang Yang's fierce assault left him unable to speak; he feared that if he let his guard down for even a second, he would be finished off by a chain of Wang Yang's attacks.

"Goku!" Chi-Chi watched with worry as Son Goku was tossed back and forth in the sky.

"Damn it!" King Piccolo managed to recover slightly, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth as he crouched on the ground, watching the sky with gritted teeth.

"Ah! King Piccolo!" Bulma and the others nearby noticed King Piccolo trying to stand and immediately scrambled away in fear, as if terrified of being harmed if they stayed too close.

BOOM!

A figure plummeted like a cannonball, followed closely by Wang Yang, who descended slowly.

"Mister, Goku fell out of bounds, didn't he?" Wang Yang asked the Announcer nearby.

"Oh!"

"The battle was truly intense! Contestant Son Goku has fallen out of the ring! Contestant Wang Yang is the champion of this World Martial Arts Tournament!" the Announcer shouted.

Supported by Chi-Chi, Son Goku stood up and looked at Wang Yang, who didn't even seem to be panting, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Wang Yang, was that your full strength?"

"Just about," Wang Yang lied through his teeth.

"My fighting style still needs improvement. I'm going to train hard, and next time, I will definitely defeat you!" Son Goku said to Wang Yang, clenching his fists. He felt it was still achievable; their power levels weren't far apart, and the other man simply had more combat experience. As long as he could refine his own style, he had a great chance of winning.

Thinking this, Son Goku felt his body brimming with motivation.

"Sure! I'll be waiting anytime!" Wang Yang replied in a calm tone.

After eating a Senzu Bean and being asked by Kami to become the next guardian, Son Goku was so terrified that he grabbed Chi-Chi and fled.

Wang Yang glanced at King Piccolo, who, sensing the gaze, jumped in alarm and hurriedly flew away.

Kami, who had been somewhat worried, smiled upon seeing this and nodded at the group before flying off toward the Heavenly Realm.

Having witnessed the power of Wang Yang and Son Goku, King Piccolo no longer seemed like an unstoppable threat, and he no longer needed to live in constant fear.

"After such a tournament, everyone must be exhausted. Why don't you all come to my place for a gathering?" Bulma tossed a capsule, and a brand-new yellow plane appeared.

"Sounds great!"

The group boarded Bulma's plane and flew in a grand procession toward West City.

At the banquet, the group laughed and chatted, and Wang Yang once again displayed the unique, bottomless appetite of a Saiyan.

After eating his fill, Wang Yang wiped the stains from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and walked over to the sullen Yamcha.

"Yamcha, come here for a second. I have something to tell you."

"What is it?" Yamcha was somewhat annoyed, but he followed Wang Yang outside anyway.

The group watched them leave, looking at each other, not knowing what to say.

No one knew what the two had discussed, but when they returned half an hour later, their expressions were back to normal.

Bulma's eyes darted back and forth between the two.

"Bulma, I'm heading back now. Puar, let's go!" Yamcha said goodbye to Bulma and then signaled for his companion to leave.

"Alright!" Puar blinked, then hurried to catch up with Yamcha as he walked away.

Seeing that Yamcha had already left, Krillin looked Wang Yang up and down for a moment, curious about what the two of them had just discussed.

"It's getting late, Bulma, we're heading back too." Master Roshi let out a yawn and waved goodbye to Bulma with a smile.

"Travel safely." Bulma nodded.

Before long, the group had all departed, and only then did Bulma walk up to stand in front of Wang Yang.

"Wang Yang, what did you say to Yamcha just now?"

"Nothing much, just gave him some advice. I told him he was a lecher with the potential to be a total playboy, always drooling over young, beautiful girls. I also told him that many beauties love baseball, and as long as he plays well, he won't have to worry about finding a girlfriend. He felt both ashamed and happy when he heard that, and feeling he wasn't good enough for you, he decided to leave." Wang Yang kept a straight face, smiling cheerfully at Bulma.

Unleashing his true nature, Yamcha's head is now filled with nothing but baseball and pretty young ladies.

"Really?" Bulma looked at Wang Yang suspiciously, feeling that things weren't quite that simple.

"Truer than real gold!"

"Bulma, about that Gravity Chamber I mentioned last time, when will you be able to finish it?" Wang Yang changed the subject.

"I've got some ideas now; it should be ready in five days."

Speaking of her area of expertise, Bulma was brimming with confidence and stopped digging into what Wang Yang had said to Yamcha.

"Sss... Puar, slow down." Under the dim streetlights, Yamcha clutched his chest and called out weakly to Puar, who was hovering in the air.

"Master Yamcha, that Wang Yang went too far, beating you up like this. You must train hard and make sure to defeat him next time." Puar hovered in front of Yamcha, looking indignant.

"His strength is too great; I'll never be able to defeat him," Yamcha said, feeling disheartened.

"Then what should we do?" Puar asked, sounding disappointed.

"Martial arts have no future. I think he was right about one thing: baseball. As long as I play baseball well, I can be popular with many young ladies."

Yamcha imagined his heroic figure on the baseball field, surrounded by countless beauties, his eyes glazing over as a string of crystal-clear drool dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Following Wang Yang's 'guidance,' Yamcha completely abandoned the martial path from that day on and dedicated himself to a career in baseball. With his martial arts foundation, Yamcha quickly became a rising star on the diamond, frequently surrounded by beauties.