Taking a Disciple, Hit, Ten Thousand Times Return

Hit stroked his chin, watching Mu Yang's transformation with great interest.

The next moment.

Mu Yang's hair abruptly turned grass-green, his muscles bulged, and his golden aura shifted to match the same verdant hue.

His momentum did not wane but surged, his energy becoming even more terrifying!

"Boom..."

Kale looked at the transformation before her, a sudden spark of resonance igniting in her heart, as if this form had been tailor-made for her.

"To think there's actually a Legendary Super Saiyan transformation! This is amazing!" Caulifla clenched her fists, her face alight with excitement.

"Is this what they call the Legendary Super Saiyan?" Hit attempted to sense the aura of this so-called legend, only to find he couldn't perceive it at all.

Yet, even so, Hit's keen instincts—honed over hundreds of years as an assassin—told him that the opponent before him was dangerous!

Among all the targets he had ever been hired to eliminate, this one was, by far, the most perilous.

"Then let's continue, Hit." Mu Yang's lips curled upward; he was already impatient for the fight.

"I concede." Hit chose to give up, crisp and clean.

After all, he was an assassin, not a martial artist.

"What?" Mu Yang nearly choked upon hearing Hit's words, though upon reflection, he quickly understood.

Hit did not possess the same deep-seated obsession with fighting as Son Goku from Dragon Ball Super!

Hit's philosophy was simple: take the money, do the job, and if the situation turns sour, never force a losing battle.

"A pity." Mu Yang reverted from his Legendary Super Saiyan state to his base form and looked at Hit. "In that case, how do you intend to face your employer?"

"The price the employer paid does not match your strength. According to the rules of the galactic black market, this contract should be canceled," Hit said with a calm expression.

"If you want me to attempt your assassination again, they will need to add at least another 200 billion Galaxy Coins." Hit stared at Mu Yang as he spoke.

Good grief!

Mu Yang exclaimed internally; he couldn't finish the job, so he was going to fleece the employer instead?

"Then I wish you the best of luck!" Mu Yang could only offer a smile and his well-wishes.

"..."

Hit showed no intention of leaving, continuing to stare at Mu Yang without moving an inch.

"What is it?" Mu Yang asked, looking puzzled.

"...Can you teach me that special technique of yours that stops time for five seconds?" Hit stared at Mu Yang, speaking every word with deliberate weight. "In return, I will take you as my master. I will help you with whatever you need, and I will personally eliminate the person who hired me to kill you."

"So that's how it is."

"I'm afraid not..."

Just as Mu Yang was about to refuse and explain that his techniques couldn't be taught, the system's voice rang out in his mind once more.

[Ding~ Detecting someone seeking apprenticeship. Innate talent is heaven-defying. Automatically comprehended: All-Things Teaching Technique and Disciple Hundredfold Return Method.]

All-Things Teaching Technique??

Disciple Hundredfold Return Method!!?

As Mu Yang sensed the two techniques being transmitted into his mind, he was deeply shocked!

Heaven-defying.

It was simply too heaven-defying!

Mu Yang didn't even know how to describe these two techniques.

Perhaps taken individually, neither technique was particularly remarkable.

But when combined?

The effect wasn't just 1+1=2.

It was 1+1>2!

All-Things Teaching Technique: Those who sincerely take you as their master can be taught your bloodline abilities, superpowers, skills, and techniques.

Disciple Hundredfold Return Method: When teaching a disciple a technique, you can view their basic information and, based on the proficiency they achieve, receive a hundredfold return.

The All-Things Teaching Technique was one thing—it was merely a means to cultivate powerful disciples.

But the Disciple Hundredfold Return Method? That was truly going against the heavens!

What kind of concept was this?

If Hit were to cultivate the "The World" technique he taught him to perfection, that would mean 5 seconds multiplied by 10,000—a staggering 50,000 seconds of time-stop.

With 50,000 seconds of frozen time, even against an existence with a combat power far exceeding his own, he would have the most fundamental means to fight back.

This was practically a takeoff!

Mu Yang had not felt this excited in a very long time!

However, this was conditional on his disciple successfully cultivating the imparted skill to the Great Perfection stage.

"Your Excellency?" Hit looked at the excitement on Mu Yang's face, feeling deeply puzzled.

It was true that he was the greatest assassin in Universe 6.

But surely there was no need to be this happy about it?

"Ahem, it's nothing." Mu Yang cupped a hand over his lips, feigned a couple of coughs, and straightened his expression. "Since you wish to take me as your master, then very well."

"From this moment on, you are the first disciple of Mu Yang, Hit!"

"This disciple pays respects to Master!"

Hit cupped his hands and knelt on one knee.

Mu Yang hurriedly helped Hit up and said, "I shall now impart the Stand, Star Platinum, to you. I hope you cultivate it diligently and do not let your master down!"

Before Hit could even show his joy.

Mu Yang silently recited "All-Things Teaching Technique" in his heart, formed a hand seal, and with a brilliant white light glowing between his fingers, struck it into Hit's mind in one breath.

In an instant, the method for cultivating the Stand, Star Platinum, flashed through Hit's mind.

Seeing that the Stand was capable of continuous evolution, Hit was overjoyed and expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, Master!"

"Between master and disciple, there is no need for such formalities!" Mu Yang chuckled twice.

Hit laughed along with him. "Rest assured, Master. The guy who hired me to assassinate you will definitely not live to see another day."

Mu Yang chuckled softly, offering no verbal response.

Frost...

The Frieza of Universe 6, a hypocrite!

Such a small-time character was not worth spending much thought on.

"Do as you please." Mu Yang waved his hand.

"Then I shall take my leave, Master. I will come to find you again after I have dealt with Frost." Hit activated Time Skip and vanished from the spot.

Except for Mu Yang, who knew how Hit had departed, no one else was aware of it.

Seeing Hit, who had exerted such immense pressure on them, finally leave, Caulifla and Kale stepped forward one after the other to stand before Mu Yang.

Caulifla grabbed Mu Yang's fist with both hands, leaned in close, her eyes sparkling with brilliance. "You're so amazing!"

"Mm-hmm, Sis is right." Kale had to admit how impressive Mu Yang was, though she still shyly lowered her head and muttered softly.

"Is that so..." Mu Yang smiled slightly, raised a hand, shrunk the Travel Cube in front of him, and tucked it into his storage ring.

"What? What was that?" Caulifla's eyes brightened even further. She looked at the ring in Mu Yang's hand with envy, secretly wishing she could have one just like it.