In this timeline, a hundred million in battle power seemed to be a bottleneck. It was just that the Super Saiyan transformation gave such an absurd boost. Otherwise, with my current battle power, I could only beat Frieza, let alone any other villains.
For now, my maximum battle power was only 16.5 billion, and I'd have to transform into a Super Saiyan 2 to reach that.
But according to fan theories, Majin Buu's battle power was 500 billion as Fat Buu and 700 billion as Evil Buu. Then Trunks and Goten's fused form had 1.5 trillion battle power after being absorbed. If those numbers were right, wouldn't I get crushed?
If this world's training progress was limited, then Buu couldn't possibly be that strong, right?
But there was no way to change how strong Buu was, so I had to master Super Saiyan 3 as soon as possible.
Enough of that. Piccolo, Biro, let's start training. Piccolo and Biro nodded, but Biro asked, "Can Namekians transform?"
"Why are you suddenly asking that?"
Piccolo replied that while training, Biro had sensed Namekians possessed some kind of transformation ability. He just didn't know how to transform yet. He'd been trying to break through his bottleneck, but even after several years, nothing had changed.
There definitely was such a transformation. After all, there were Warrior-type Namekians. If Namekians were divided that way, then Warrior-type Namekians must have something different about them.
As for how to transform, I had no idea, because I wasn't a Namekian.
No point talking about it any longer. Training was what mattered most. If they couldn't transform, it meant their bodies and battle power weren't strong enough to meet the requirements.
Since Biro could sense it, that meant he could break through, right? So this was a good thing.
Piccolo and Biro began training.
I didn't waste time either, but I trained far away from them. The two of them were focused on improving their physical strength for now, and seemed to want to see the limits of Kaio-ken.
But honestly, I felt that the limit of Kaio-ken was the limit of one's physical abilities.
As for me, I could already transform into a Super Saiyan 2. It seemed I was trying to force my way past my limits, pushing myself until I evolved into a Super Saiyan 3.
When that aura fully erupted, Piccolo and Biro broke out in cold sweat. Then they went back to training, though they occasionally glanced over at me.
Because Wei Dong kept trying to force his way past his limits, his aura kept surging and dropping without warning.
Thirty years passed. Wei Dong had mastered the Super Saiyan 3 form inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. The only problem was that he could only maintain the transformation for a short time, and couldn't fight in it at all, because the form was extremely difficult to control. Perhaps Wei Dong's foundation was too weak. After all, most of his battle power had come from grinding it out, and this form placed enormous demands on his body and consumed a huge amount of energy.
He hadn't built it up steadily, the way Son Goku had.
Maybe his foundation wasn't actually weak. Perhaps Wei Dong was just consoling himself by thinking that. In truth, he didn't know. Maybe he just needed time to settle into the form.
But whenever Piccolo and Biro saw Wei Dong turn into a Super Saiyan 3, they were left completely dumbfounded. "What's he doing, Piccolo? Do you know?" "I think he still hasn't mastered the form, but this is just absurd."
If he mastered the form, wouldn't Saiyans be able to increase their battle power way too easily?
In the original story, Super Saiyan had a 400-fold multiplier. But Wei Dong had learned a skill from the system, so his multiplier was 440-fold.
But in those thirty years, Wei Dong's battle power had only gone from 1.5 to a little over 1.5. It had become extremely difficult to raise it any further.
And there was only one year left. Converted to time inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, that meant a little over ten years.
There was no telling whether he could master the form in those ten years.
But the Saiyan bloodline the system had given him was ridiculously lousy, he had to admit.
"System, I want an explanation."
"Answering the host: the System Shop sells Saiyan bloodline and blood. The host currently has the cheapest version. You can purchase a higher-grade one."
"Are you serious with this System Shop? The most expensive one costs over 4,000 System Coins. You might as well rob me. You didn't have to put a price on it."
"I can't afford it anyway. What's the point?"
"Then stop whining. You got your Saiyan bloodline for free, and you still want a better one? You're dreaming. Instead of blaming this and that, you should focus on training." For once, the system spoke firmly.
"Okay, got it." I was a little stunned. It was the first time I'd seen a system like this. I'd read so many novels, but this system was ridiculous. Why was it always thinking about squeezing its host dry? Did it treat its host like a slave?
Actually, the system was right. I really wasn't as good as Son Goku and the others. I was only chasing battle power.
Unlike Son Goku, who took things one step at a time.
But just increasing battle power felt incredible. After all, you could overwhelm your opponent with it, and that felt great. So what if my combat experience was lacking? If I just kept training, I could fight like Jiren, throwing an ordinary punch with enormous power. That was the advantage of constantly raising your battle power, then using it to overwhelm your opponent.
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