A Bountiful Harvest of Skill Packs

"What kind of existence is this so-called nemesis? Is his combat power really that much higher than yours?"

Having calmed down slightly, Son Goku naturally realized that He Lingxuan had attacked several times without ever delivering a lethal blow, clearly suggesting an ulterior motive.

Otherwise, given his strength, he could have easily slaughtered them all and destroyed the world without breaking a sweat.

"Remember the Frieza Force I just mentioned?

That is an invasion army created by the Universal Emperor Frieza, and our nemesis is none other than this very Universal Emperor."

Hearing this from He Lingxuan, both Son Goku and Piccolo felt a sense of confusion. After all, hadn't this person just said that the Saiyan race was under the command of the Universal Emperor Frieza?

"I know what you want to say. That's right, the Saiyan race of the past was indeed a loyal dog under Frieza.

It's just that over a decade ago, Frieza summoned all the Saiyans fighting abroad back to their home planet, Planet Vegeta, and destroyed it with his own hands."

"Though I don't know why he did it—perhaps because of some legend, true or false, or perhaps for other reasons—it is undeniable that he wiped out the Saiyan race!"

"Even though I have no particular affection for the Saiyan race—after all, I survived only because I disliked taking orders and didn't return to Planet Vegeta—my mere 100,000 combat power is obviously no match for the malice of Universal Emperor Frieza, who possesses a combat power of 530,000."

At this point, He Lingxuan paused, his eyes darting toward Son Goku and Piccolo. Sure enough, they seemed stunned upon hearing the number 530,000, as if they couldn't even fathom that level of power.

Ignoring their shock, He Lingxuan continued.

"I only came to this planet because it was sufficiently remote. Of course, I also knew of your existence based on the information I had.

However, I have no interest in destroying the humans on this planet; I simply wanted to find an opponent to spar with. I hadn't expected you all to be so weak."

As he spoke, he put on an expression of extreme disappointment, making He Lingxuan feel as though he could have been an actor.

"However, given your pathetic, eye-sore of a strength, I intend to come and entertain myself with you every month. If, after three visits, anyone has failed to show even the slightest improvement, I will kill them outright. I will continue one by one until you are all dead!

Of course, if you manage to defeat or kill me, that is your own capability."

With a look of contempt, he stared at Son Goku and Piccolo, delivering these arrogant words while also glancing at Krillin and the others who had just stood up in the distance.

This scene placed immense pressure on Son Goku and Piccolo. Son Goku spoke up directly to challenge him.

"There is no evil in your Ki. I believe your nature isn't bad, so why do you do such things?"

"Hmm?"

Damn it, I forgot about that.

He Lingxuan's heart skipped a beat. It was only after this remark that He Linxuan remembered that in the original work, they were capable of sensing Ki. Whether one's aura was evil or not was something anyone who had learned to sense Ki could discern.

Just like a person who has committed many evil deeds, their aura would certainly not feel benevolent to others.

After all, in the Dragon Ball World, Ki is equivalent to a person's life essence. Once Ki is exhausted, the person is essentially dead, which is why ordinary people generally cannot hide the nature of their own Ki.

Though he felt a bit panicked inside, his exterior remained as steady as an old dog.

"Ki might explain some things, but it doesn't explain everything. Very well, I hope you can grow quickly. I look forward to the day you can truly be my opponents."

Before the words had even faded, He Lingxuan's figure vanished before them.

Seeing this, Son Goku and Piccolo looked at each other, unsure whether to feel relieved or afraid. But at the very least, they could be certain that the terrifyingly powerful man had no malicious intent toward them or the Earth.

The only thing worth noting was the monthly combat test he mentioned. What level of growth did he expect?

Otherwise, they might lose at least one person every three months. Even if they didn't know if he was serious, it was better to be prepared.

Consequently, Son Goku prepared to return and discuss how to handle this matter with his companions.

As for He Lingxuan himself, to avoid blowing his cover, he had already appeared in a city.

With his current combat power, flying across the globe wouldn't take long, so he easily found a human city.

After casually dealing with some bandits in the wilderness to obtain money, he ate and drank his fill in the city, then checked into a high-end hotel, looking out at the bustling scene below.

He Lingxuan fell into a rare state of deep contemplation. In truth, he was quite lost regarding his future. Although he possessed two "gold fingers" that would be considered formidable even in novels, he had been severely starved of affection since childhood and didn't even know how to interact with people normally. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been a friendless person with such a beautiful face in reality.

He could only drown himself in the virtual world.

Shaking his head to clear these headache-inducing thoughts, He Lingxuan turned his gaze to the unopened Character Skill Pack on his system panel.

After washing his face and lying on the large bed, he looked at the pack in the system and whispered, "System, open Piccolo's skill pack."

As for why he didn't open Son Goku's? Naturally, because the best things are saved for last.

After all, these were treasures that could yield future skills—whether it was the Kaioken, Super Saiyan transformation, Super Saiyan God transformation, the legendary divine technique Ultra Instinct, the Kamehameha, and so on—they were all major prizes.

"Ding! Piccolo's skill pack has been opened for you. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the skill: Meditation!"

"Eh, that's alright, at least it's not useless. Continue, System, open Krillin's skill pack."

Amidst He Lingxuan's high expectations, the final result was something that surprised him.

"Ding! Krillin's skill pack has been opened for you. Congratulations on obtaining future Krillin's martial arts experience and insights into Ki!"

Undoubtedly, this was extremely important for him right now. Mastering Ki not only allowed one to freely control the combat power aura they displayed, but it also represented the ability to control one's vast power, as well as the utility of detecting others' Ki and strength.

Without hesitation, He Lingxuan said to the system: "System, fuse future Krillin's martial arts experience and insights into Ki!"