Skillful Guidance

"Big Brother, why are you hitting him? Is he a bad guy?" The number one mood-killer, Kakarot, requested screen time.

"You... are an idiot, aren't you?" Oolong widened his pig eyes. Although he had known this for the whole journey, this guy's stupidity still exceeded his expectations. The opponent had been so blunt—that was a bandit, for heaven's sake!

"Is he a moron?..." Never mind his teammates; even Yamcha, on the opposing side, was stunned. The anger in his heart even dissipated a little. An idiot, a madman, and a pervert—why was he getting worked up over these three losers?

"Goku, he is a bandit, a bad guy who specializes in robbing people. Don't worry, just go ahead and fight him," Wuchen said, rubbing his forehead.

"I understand." Goku signaled his comprehension. This was just like Oolong before; he just needed to beat him up so he wouldn't do bad things anymore. "You're called Yamcha, right? If I defeat you, will you stop doing bad things just like Oolong? Alright, then come on!"

"Damn it! You arrogant jerk!" Although he kept reminding himself not to bicker with an idiot, Goku's words still broke through Yamcha's defenses. He immediately drew his sword and lunged forward, unleashing a backhand slash that cut through the air, swearing to split Goku in two!

Goku didn't dodge or weave; he pulled out his Power Pole to parry, easily catching Yamcha's full-force strike and neutralizing the follow-through. However, there was no continuation. Goku didn't seize the chance to counterattack; instead, he waited expectantly for Yamcha's next move. This left Yamcha feeling humiliated and furious, and he quickly retreated, no longer daring to underestimate his opponent.

Like a vicious wolf, Yamcha shifted left and right, closing in once more. He swung his blade mercilessly, attacking Goku like a raging storm. Goku also swung his Power Pole, retreating as he parried, appearing as if he were being forced back step by step. In reality, it was Yamcha who felt stifled; every strike was blocked, every move restricted. It felt as if all his strength was hitting a turtle shell—and an indestructible one at that.

Seeing this, Wuchen sighed to himself. It was just as he thought: Goku was playing around again. He was only defending and not attacking, as if he were instructing Yamcha and testing the opponent's skill.

However, this time, although Wuchen didn't approve of Goku's approach, he was happy to see it. Under Yamcha's relentless pressure, Goku was becoming increasingly proficient with the techniques of the Heaven-Propping Staff, and his application in actual combat had become much more flexible. One had to admit, Goku's combat talent was extremely high; he seemed born for battle.

As for Yamcha, the pressure was immense! This monkey-like kid performed a set of staff techniques without a single flaw, leaving him with no openings to attack and no progress to be made! He clearly felt this brat wasn't that strong, yet he was being restrained at every turn—it was incredibly frustrating! Consequently, Yamcha began to ponder the names of famous masters associated with staves in this world, hoping to analyze the kid's background.

"Stop for a second!" Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit. Yamcha created some distance and called a halt to the fight.

"Are you giving up? You should have been able to keep going for a while longer," Goku said with some disappointment; he hadn't had his fill yet.

"Ha, huff~!" Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Yamcha finally spoke: "What is your relationship with Sun Wufan!" After thinking for a long time, Yamcha could only think of one name: Sun Wufan. It was said that Sun Wufan possessed a Power Pole and was definitely a master of the staff! The brat across from him might have some connection to Sun Wufan!

"You know my grandpa?" Goku was pleasantly surprised. Could this guy be a friend of his grandpa's? Wuchen was also curious, though he didn't think this bandit would be a friend of his grandfather. He figured his grandfather must have been quite prestigious in his youth, though he didn't know why he had retired to Mount Paozu.

"Sun Wufan is your grandfather? Then... is the stick in your hand... the Power Pole!" Yamcha was shocked. Sun Wufan was a renowned martial arts grandmaster. Never mind him, even Oolong was dumbfounded at this moment: "No... no wonder, no wonder those two brothers are so ridiculously strong. So they are Sun Wufan's grandsons!"

"How did you know?" Goku raised the Power Pole in his hand, full of curiosity.

Power Pole, 'ruyi' (as one wishes)... could it be that the legendary Power Pole, which can extend and retract at will, can actually block enemy attacks as one wishes, which is why it's called the Power Pole? Although intimidated by Sun Wufan's reputation, Yamcha wasn't deterred; he started racking his brain.

"Kid, I don't think you're anything special. You're just relying on the power of the Power Pole. Do you dare to fight me with your bare hands!" The so-called 'racking his brain' was a taunt, and it actually worked on Goku. Goku immediately set the Power Pole aside and said enthusiastically: "I don't mind, you can fight however you want, as long as you don't give up so quickly."

"Arrogant!" Stabbing his sword into the sand, Yamcha went all out: "Wolf Fang Fist!"

Moving even faster than before, Yamcha lunged at Goku. His claws moved like the wind; every move was fierce, and his attack angles were incredibly tricky! Compared to swordplay, Yamcha was indeed much more proficient in hand-to-hand combat!

Goku was overjoyed and met him head-on. The clash of fists and claws, the struggle of flesh and blood, made Goku's blood boil! Because Wuchen hadn't taught Goku any fist, palm, finger, or claw techniques, what Goku was using now were mostly the fighting styles Sun Wufan had taught the two brothers while he was alive. It happened to share the same origin as Yamcha's techniques—at the very least, they were born in the same world—and for a time, the two traded blows evenly.

This person is indeed much stronger than I imagined, and his aura is somewhat abnormal. It's just like Master Roshi a few days ago; their auras are somewhat violent compared to normal cultivators! Including Grandfather as well. Wuchen also began to ponder due to Yamcha's outburst: This realm might truly lack spiritual energy, but that doesn't mean it lacks a path of cultivation. I was biased, linking cultivation solely to spiritual energy.

However, this also proves one thing. This place is likely not any of the Ten Great Realms, nor is it a secondary realm! In that case, the 'me' of my past life, who seemed to stand at the peak, was actually just a frog in a well—at most, a slightly larger frog. Beyond the heavens, there are still heavens!

Returning to the battle between Goku and Yamcha, it was initially evenly matched, but gradually, Yamcha fell behind. Goku was already stronger than Yamcha and hadn't used his real ability from the start. As he traded blows with Yamcha, Goku's combat experience accumulated rapidly. Even while using the same amount of power he had used when they were evenly matched, he gradually gained the upper hand.

With Goku punching Yamcha away and smashing the hemispherical house where Bulma was staying, the battle finally came to an end. Goku had won completely.

"Ha~~" Bulma stretched lazily and woke up in a daze, only to find her house in ruins: "Was there an earthquake?!"

Bulma's scream startled Yamcha, who was under the rubble. The current Yamcha wasn't the playboy he would become; he had an inexplicable psychological fear of women his own age, the kind that would make him lose all strength and foam at the mouth.

Consequently, Puar stepped forward and used a Hoi-Poi Capsule to "transform" a hover-scooter, carrying Yamcha away. They disappeared into the desert as a trail of dust, vanishing at the edge of everyone's vision.

"Goku! Don't chase a desperate foe!" Wuchen called out to Goku, who was about to summon the Flying Nimbus to continue the pursuit. He decided to have a talk with his younger brother: "Goku, you didn't use your full strength in battle—why? You didn't seize the advantage in defense—why?" He walked over slowly and handed the Power Pole to Goku. After he took it, Wuchen continued: "You abandoned your strengths for weaknesses—why? You were provoked before the fight and underestimated your enemy during it—these are all paths to self-destruction!"

Goku stammered for a long time, unable to form a complete sentence.

"Brother knows you benefited greatly from this battle, but practicing on the battlefield is a grave taboo, let alone training a warrior in the midst of a fight. They say a thousand years of hard work can be decided in a single moment of life and death. Your training is not yet complete, yet you are so careless. What would you do if you met a formidable enemy? Even that thief from before—what if he had a hidden trump card and attacked you when you were off guard? What then? Just now, if he had taken the opportunity to capture Bulma, what would you have done?"

"Hey, wait a minute. The secret conversation you two were having just now—did you mention me?" Wuchen had, of course, transliterated the pronunciation of "Bulma," which she had caught.

"What on earth happened? Is no one going to explain?"

"Also, who was that handsome guy just now, and why did he run away?"