Talent Skill

Time passed second by second just like that.

Reke had been waiting; having already witnessed Lan Xin's willpower, he now wanted to see where the limits of Lan Xin's body lay.

This time, after Lan Xin collapsed, he could no longer crawl back up. Although he hadn't lost consciousness, he could no longer command his body.

Reke didn't find this strange.

Most people in the universe were like Lan Xin; conversely, those like Reke and the Saiyans, whose bodies had no limits, were the extreme minority.

For Lan Xin's first time training, being able to push his body to this extent was quite impressive—it could be considered above average.

For people like them, after undergoing training, the limits of their bodies would gradually rise until they reached the maximum potential of their race.

Seeing her son covered in scars on Reke's arm, Uti held back the tears in her eyes and carefully took him over from Reke.

She wouldn't stop her son. Precisely because Uti had experienced the hardships and difficulties of the lower class herself, she felt heartache for her son's injuries, but she still supported this hard-won opportunity.

"Let's end the physical training for today. Once he wakes up, he has cultural studies in the afternoon."

After Reke gave these instructions, he headed straight for the dining table.

Don't think that Reke only spent the morning supervising Lan Xin; in reality, he had also been constantly contemplating the attributes of energy.

This was also what confused him the most right now; he had absolutely no clue, and the original work hadn't explained it either.

If you were talking about the Myriad Nation Shocking Heaven Palm or the Solar Flare, Reke could at least have some ideas, and he could even guess a little about the Kikoho.

But the Spirit Cannon, that god-tier technique, was something Reke couldn't wrap his head around.

He didn't know how Krillin managed to develop such a formidable skill.

A gap of several hundred times was leveled by a single technique, and it wasn't even by relying on other external forces.

The fact that a combat power of just over 10,000 could take down Frieza, who had millions in combat power, was simply inconceivable.

It wasn't that Reke hadn't tried condensing his energy and spinning it at high speeds, but he could feel that there was a fundamental difference between the two.

Of course, it wasn't that Reke had gained nothing from such long contemplation.

He vaguely sensed an energy within his body that was of a higher grade than standard energy; judging from the original work, it should be Origin Energy.

This also gave him hope, showing that he was making progress, even if his combat power wasn't increasing much.

That was only because he didn't want to increase it too quickly for the time being; he wanted to lay a solid foundation.

Reke didn't bother with the cultural studies; he wasn't Lan Xin's father, so he couldn't manage everything. He dove straight into the Gravity Chamber.

He experienced the state of his body under 30 times gravity, and whenever he noticed any lack of coordination, he would train specifically to address it.

He tried his best to make up for his physical shortcomings and maintain his body in its optimal state.

If he were fighting someone with a vastly different combat power, minor flaws wouldn't be noticed by others, but if he were fighting someone at the same level, these flaws would be infinitely magnified, leading to ultimate failure or even death.

Therefore, Reke didn't find it troublesome, nor did he blindly pursue combat power; instead, he slowly polished himself under 30 times gravity.

He was different from others; he clearly knew how strong he could become in the future, and his path was completely smooth.

Sometimes Reke would also fantasize about the scene of fighting Kakarot in the future, and thinking about the scene of him brutally thrashing Kakarot, Reke would laugh in his dreams.

That was why he had to be able to endure the loneliness.

Nine months later.

Lan Xin was sparring with Bellis.

You read that right; it was those two.

Reke had spent three months laying the foundation for Lan Xin, during which time Bellis would come to find trouble with Reke every few days.

Every time, Reke would mock her until she was fuming.

During this period, Lan Xin also got to know Bellis.

The pity was that every time Bellis felt frustrated by Reke, she would take it out on Lan Xin under the guise of helping him gain combat experience.

As long as Bellis didn't interfere with his training plan for Lan Xin, Reke would generally watch Lan Xin get beaten, offering pointers while laughing heartily.

However, this situation changed starting last month.

Every time Bellis made a move against Reke, Lan Xin would immediately intercept her, and the two would trade blows for half the day.

"Lan Xin, kick her butt."

"Oh my, why are you so stupid? Don't you know to aim for her eyes?"

"Her chest! Can't you see such a huge opening? Extra training tonight."

"Dodge! Why are you just standing there like a log?"

"What's wrong with that punch? Didn't you eat? Why is it as soft as a girl's?"

Lan Xin's face turned bright red from Reke's comments, and his eyes darted around evasively when looking at Bellis.

Bellis, on the other hand, grew more and more irritated the more she heard, shouting loudly, "You hick, can you shut up? You only know how to hide behind Lan Xin and run your mouth. Are you even a man? If you've got guts, come do it yourself."

"Heh! The roar of a loser."

Reke curled his lip and mocked her.

Bellis truly exploded this time, purple light erupting from her body as she activated her Talent Skill.

Her speed doubled in an instant, and she lunged before Lan Xin, driving a fist straight into his abdomen.

Struck by this blow, Lan Xin spat out bile, a wave of agony washing over him.

Just as he tried to create some distance, Bellis delivered a knee strike, wounding his stomach once more.

His body curled into a bow, and he collapsed onto his knees, clutching his midsection.

Bellis did not stop, knowing that Lan Xin still possessed the ability to resist.

A whirlwind kick connected squarely with Lan Xin's cheek, sending him flying.

As he was sent airborne, Lan Xin's eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness, completely stripped of his ability to fight back.

There was not a hint of joy on Bellis's face; instead, she stared fixedly at Reke, searching for a flaw in his defense.

"Ah! Silly girl, I couldn't tell you were hiding so much! It took you long enough to use that move."

Reke covered his mouth with one hand and let out a yawn.

Bellis ignored Reke, continuing to search for an opening.

After staring for a long time without finding anything, she dared not delay any longer; this was only the second time she had activated her Talent Skill, which allowed her to double her speed.

Her Talent Skill could not be maintained for long; she had to decide the outcome within five minutes, or she would be left with no ability to resist.

"Whoosh!"

Bellis could wait no longer and made her move.

She shifted to Reke's left side, raised her hand like a blade, and slashed toward his neck.

Reke tapped his toes lightly, vanishing from before Bellis in an instant, only to reappear behind her and make a face.

Bellis felt no impact and knew immediately that something was wrong; putting force into her waist, she unleashed a reverse hook kick that whistled toward her rear.

"Not good enough, it's too slow; I'm almost falling asleep," Reke mocked, taking a small step back.

Bellis stomped her left foot hard against the ground, sending turf flying and creating a ten-meter-wide crater as she launched another charge.

"Hey, hey, hey! Fight if you want, but don't go around causing destruction here. Are you a sore loser?" Reke looked at the crater with a pained expression.

Damn it, my turf. I'll have to go find Pat to pay for the damages later.

"Less talk, die!"

Bellis rushed before Reke's eyes and hammered a blow toward his waist.

Seeing her fist closing in on Reke's waist, missing by a mere 0.1 centimeters, a flash of joy crossed Bellis's face as she let out a sharp cry.

"Swish—"