Begin Grueling Training

The second, and most important reason—

Was the balance between one's state of mind and one's strength.

Sun Wuxiu sat cross-legged, scenes from Dragon Ball Super that he had watched in his previous life surfacing in his mind.

In the Tournament of Power, which decided the fate of the universes, the gray alien named Jiren had left a profound impression on him.

Jiren's ki was not dozens of times greater than Goku's and Vegeta's at their absolute full power.

But why had he been able to crush them?

Because of "control."

Even after transforming into Super Saiyan Blue, Son Goku and Vegeta's ki constantly leaked out, like a leaking bucket. Though it held plenty of water, it wasted plenty too.

Jiren, on the other hand, locked every bit of his power within his body.

When he did not attack, he was calm as still water. The moment he did, all his power gathered at a single point in an instant, without the slightest waste.

That was true strength.

"Strength needs a vessel."

Sun Wuxiu opened his eyes and looked at his hands.

"If one's state of mind is insufficient, forcibly gaining immense power through external means—such as a Gravity Chamber, Ultra Divine Water, or even excessive Near-Death Revivals—is like a child swinging a sledgehammer. Not only can it hurt others, it can easily hurt oneself."

"That's why Broly loses control whenever he erupts. His state of mind simply cannot command that endlessly growing ki."

"My training over the past seven years—whether the Turtle Hermit Style's 'balance of motion and stillness' or the 'stillness like the sky' I learned at the Lookout—has really been expanding my vessel."

"I've been forging a heart capable of bearing infinite power."

Sun Wuxiu rose to his feet and walked over to the control console.

"Now, the vessel is large enough, and the foundation has been laid."

"It's time to fill it with water."

He extended a finger and entered a value on the control panel.

[Gravity Multiplier: 10]

"Beep."

As he pressed the confirmation button, the air throughout the room seemed to suddenly turn viscous.

"Bzzzz..."

An invisible pressure instantly enveloped Sun Wuxiu's entire body.

It was a pulling force from every direction, acting on every muscle, every bone, even every cell.

Five times gravity.

Sun Wuxiu rolled his neck and did not feel much strain.

After his long period of training, his base combat power had already become very high. This level of gravity merely felt somewhat "heavy" to him; it was nowhere near enough to crush him.

"Warm-up begins."

Sun Wuxiu did not start with push-ups or ki blasts.

He picked up a bottle of mineral water from the nearby rack.

He unscrewed the cap.

Under five times gravity, the water was subjected to five times its usual pull. If poured out, it would smash into the floor like molten lead.

"Control."

Sun Wuxiu narrowed his eyes slightly. The ki within him slowly circulated, covering the mouth of the bottle.

He slowly tilted the bottle.

Water flowed out.

But wrapped in his ki, it did not plunge downward. Instead, it floated in the air as if in outer space, gathering into a crystal-clear sphere of water.

"Merely holding it up isn't enough."

A thin sheen of sweat appeared on Sun Wuxiu's forehead.

What he had to do was maintain the water sphere's shape with his ki under the pull of five times gravity, preventing it from deforming and collapsing under the force.

This was far more difficult than lifting a one-ton boulder.

It tested absolute control over ki.

"Good... keep it steady..."

Sun Wuxiu manipulated the water sphere, changing its shape in midair—first into a cube, then into a long strip.

Only half an hour later, when he felt a trace of mental fatigue, did he open his mouth and withdraw his control over the ki.

"Splash."

The water sphere fell into his mouth and was instantly drained dry.

"Next, increase the intensity."

Sun Wuxiu walked to the control console and directly raised the value.

[Gravity Multiplier: 20]

"Boom!"

The pressure doubled.

Sun Wuxiu's knees bent slightly, but he quickly straightened them again.

"Still not enough."

[Gravity Multiplier: 50]

"Creak..."

This time, Sun Wuxiu heard his bones protesting.

Fifty times gravity!

What kind of concept was that?

It was like a 150-pound adult suddenly carrying 7,500 pounds! And that weight was not merely on his back—it pressed against his eyelids, his heart, and his blood!

Sun Wuxiu's breathing grew heavy. His heart pounded violently, pumping blood to resist that terrifying pressure.

"Now this is starting to look like training."

Sun Wuxiu grinned. Though sweat drenched his head, the excitement in his eyes only intensified.

His Saiyan cells were cheering, roaring, greedily devouring the pressure and converting it into nourishment for evolution.

Under fifty times gravity, he began practicing the most basic Turtle Hermit Style fist techniques.

Every move was slow, yet steady and powerful.

Every punch required fifty times more effort than usual, but every retraction of his fist let him feel his strength growing.

Over the following days, Sun Wuxiu's life became extremely regimented.

In the mornings, he sweated profusely in the 300-times Gravity Chamber, gradually raising the multiplier and pushing his body to its limits.

In the afternoons, he accompanied Bulma shopping, drank afternoon tea, or went to the beach to bask in the sun, keeping himself in an utterly relaxed and joyful state to wildly cultivate S-Cells.

At night, he studied the ancient texts he had brought back from the Lookout in his study, or mentally worked through and refined techniques.

This dual training method of "high-intensity physical torment" plus "high-quality mental enjoyment" made his strength soar like a rocket.

For Saiyans in the early and middle stages, the Gravity Chamber truly was an incomparable cheat device.

Especially for someone like Sun Wuxiu, whose "state of mind" had already reached the required level, there was simply no such thing as a bottleneck.

One million? Two million? Three million?

Those were merely matters of time.

Sun Wuxiu's goal was clear.

Before the World Martial Arts Tournament three years from now, he wanted to raise his base combat power to a realm that left everyone utterly unable to comprehend it.

Moreover, he had set an exceptionally harsh standard for himself.

"So-called perfect mastery is not merely piling up combat power."

"If one day, after transforming into a Super Saiyan, while in a state of extreme rage and explosively surging power, I can still instantly suppress my combat power to '1' and live like an ordinary person without leaking a trace of power—"

"Then that will prove I have truly mastered this power."

"Rather than becoming a brute like Broly, a beast that only knows destruction."

Under the lights of the Gravity Chamber, Sun Wuxiu's sweat dripped onto the floor and instantly evaporated.

His gaze was firm as iron.

And within his body, those golden S-Cells were multiplying at an astonishing rate, awaiting the critical point of qualitative transformation.