Brothers' Duel

The second semifinal that followed was just as exciting, but compared to Sun Wuxiu's duel, which had been filled with the bearing of a grandmaster, it seemed somewhat immature.

Son Goku and Krillin, the two fellow disciples, knew each other inside and out, and their fight was exceptionally fierce.

Krillin used every trick he had, even employing the Afterimage Technique and a strategy to lure his opponent in.

But unfortunately, in the face of an absolute gap in strength, clever tricks could only buy time; they could not change the outcome.

In the end, relying on his Saiyan's powerful resilience, Goku took one of Krillin's flying kicks head-on, then sent Krillin flying out of the ring with a heavy punch.

With that, the finalists were decided.

Sun Wuxiu VS Son Goku.

A battle between brothers!

Inside the lounge.

The unconscious Jackie Chun finally slowly came to.

He rubbed the back of his aching neck, his eyes somewhat dazed, but the memories from before soon came flooding back.

"I... lost?"

Master Roshi stared at the ceiling and let out a bitter sigh.

"I didn't even... have the right to force that kid to go all out?"

He could sense that Sun Wuxiu had still held back with that final blow.

If that strike had been just a little heavier, or landed slightly off target, these old bones of his might have been finished.

"Ah... young people these days are truly terrifying."

Master Roshi took off his disguised Zhongshan suit and tore away his fake beard, revealing his original appearance.

He walked to the window and looked at the arena outside, which had already been repaired.

There, two figures stood facing each other.

One was his prized disciple, the goal he wanted to surpass—Son Goku.

The other was the monster who left him feeling deeply powerless, yet immensely proud—Sun Wuxiu.

"Let me see it, Wu Xiu."

Master Roshi put on his sunglasses, concealing the complicated emotions in his eyes.

"Just how high have you climbed?"

"The finals begin!!"

At the referee's command, the atmosphere throughout the venue was pushed to its peak.

"I've finally been waiting for this moment, Brother!"

Son Goku assumed the opening stance of the Turtle Hermit Style. The fighting spirit in his eyes burned to its limit, and even the air around him seemed warped by the heat radiating from his body.

"Come on, Goku."

Sun Wuxiu placed one hand behind his back and extended only his right hand in a gesture of invitation.

"Show me what you've achieved this past year."

"Yaaahhh!!"

Son Goku roared, and his figure vanished in an instant.

So fast!

The spectators only saw a blur before Goku appeared in front of Sun Wuxiu, unleashing a storm of punches and kicks!

"Bang bang bang bang bang!!"

The sound of fists striking flesh exploded in rapid succession like firecrackers.

Sun Wuxiu still used only one hand.

Blocking, deflecting, catching.

No matter how swift or tricky Goku's attacks were, Sun Wuxiu's hand was like an insurmountable chasm, stopping every single strike.

His feet had not moved even half a step from beginning to end.

"Not enough," Sun Wuxiu said flatly. "You're too slow, and your power is too scattered. Focus your ki!"

"Damn it!!"

Son Goku gritted his teeth. His tail lashed the ground, launching him into the air as he fired a powerful flying kick straight at Sun Wuxiu's temple.

"Now that's more like it."

A trace of approval flashed through Sun Wuxiu's eyes as he raised his left hand for the first time.

"Bang!"

He firmly caught Goku by the ankle.

"But your opening is too big."

Before he had even finished speaking, Sun Wuxiu flicked his wrist and swung Goku in a full circle before smashing him toward the ground!

"Boom!!"

The stone slabs of the arena were smashed into a huge crater, sending rubble flying everywhere.

But Goku reacted quickly. The moment he landed, he braced himself against the ground with his tail and sprang back up like a coiled spring, opening the distance.

"Whew... whew..."

Son Goku panted heavily, staring fixedly at his brother, who still stood in the same place with not even a wrinkle in his clothes.

The gap... was too great.

He had clearly become so much stronger. Why was he still as helpless as a baby in front of his brother?

It was not just Goku. Everyone around the arena was dumbfounded.

Bulma clasped her hands over her chest, her eyes sparkling. "Wu Xiu... he's so cool!"

Meanwhile, Master Roshi, hiding in a corner, wore an expression of extreme gravity.

"That composure... that absolute control over the battle..."

"He isn't competing at all. He's... teaching."

Master Roshi had seen through it.

Every block and every counterattack from Sun Wuxiu was forcing Goku to correct his movements and squeeze out his potential.

What kind of opponent was this? He was clearly an instructor strict to the extreme!

"Monster..." Master Roshi muttered. "This child's realm in martial arts has probably already touched the threshold of the gods."

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On the arena.

Sun Wuxiu seemed to feel that the warm-up was about enough.

He lowered the hand behind his back. The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.

At that moment, his aura changed.

If he had been a motionless mountain just now, then he was now a volcano on the verge of eruption, a tsunami about to sweep across heaven and earth.

The terrifying pressure made even the referee nearest the arena stagger back several steps, his legs trembling.

"Goku."

Sun Wuxiu looked at his younger brother in the distance and spoke in a deep voice.

"The warm-up is over."

"Next, I'm going to get a little serious. Are you ready?"

At those words, every hair on Son Goku's body stood on end.

It was the instinctive fear of a creature facing its natural predator.

But he did not retreat. Instead, his entire body trembled with excitement.

"Come on!! Brother!!"

Son Goku assumed a defensive stance, focusing with all his might and pushing every sense to its limit.

"Good."

Sun Wuxiu had not even finished speaking.

"Whoosh!"

He vanished.

This was not the Instant Movement he had used against Jackie Chun earlier, but a pure burst of physical speed!

Even so, Goku's retinas could not catch even the slightest image.

"Where? Left? Right? Above?"

Goku's mind raced.

Suddenly, a memory flashed through his mind.

It was from several years ago, in the forest of Mount Paozu, that Ghost-Masked Man wearing a mask...

And the move his brother had used against old man Jackie Chun just now...

"Behind me!!!"

Son Goku's instincts screamed in warning.

Without the slightest hesitation, relying entirely on instinct and that flash of insight, he spun around sharply and drove his right elbow backward with all his strength!

At that moment, time seemed to slow down.

Just as Goku turned, Sun Wuxiu's figure indeed appeared behind him.

That signature hand chop was raised high, ready to strike.

Yet Goku's predictive elbow strike happened to block the hand chop's path!

"Hmm?"

For the first time, a trace of surprise flashed through Sun Wuxiu's calm eyes.

"He predicted my movement? And it was a reaction made through muscle memory?"