Is This a Fight or Foreplay?

"Ouch! I actually got knocked down too?"

Son Goku rubbed the back of his aching head, his face full of embarrassment.

The moment Qin Feng had flared his energy just now, his speed had been absurdly fast. Son Goku hadn't even been able to react before taking a solid punch.

The kid's timing for exploiting openings was far too cunning; he had struck precisely during the gap when Son Goku's punch had been dodged and his new strength hadn't yet surged, making it impossible to evade.

"Useless."

Vegeta glared at Son Goku irritably, venting all his pent-up frustration on him.

"Don't you start with that! Weren't you taken out in a second too? And you were eliminated even faster than me, so what right do you have to talk?" Son Goku retorted without a hint of politeness.

Vegeta's face turned green with rage, but he couldn't squeeze out a single word to refute him.

At least Kakarot had managed to tangle with the guy for a minute, while he had been kicked off before he'd even finished warming up. When it came down to it, his defeat was indeed more pathetic than Son Goku's.

The chaotic brawl on the stage continued.

Qin Feng, however, was starting to lose interest.

Son Gohan's genes were indeed top-tier, but forcing him to transform into a Super Saiyan 2 was proving difficult.

Unless he was thoroughly enraged, his potential simply wouldn't be drawn out.

Over ten minutes passed, and only five people remained on the wide arena: Qin Feng, Son Gohan, Trunks, Piccolo, and Android 18, who was nestled in Qin Feng's arms.

"Looks like we're entering the final showdown."

Piccolo scanned the remaining few, his heart pounding.

Except for Android 18, the other three were all tough nuts to crack.

Not to mention a freak like Qin Feng, who could kick Son Goku and Vegeta around like balls—he would definitely lose if he faced him.

Although Son Gohan was a cut below Son Goku, his foundation was still there.

Trunks had trained in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber with Vegeta, so his combat power was not to be underestimated either.

It seemed his journey had reached its end.

Trunks and Son Gohan also had their brows tightly locked.

They really wanted to test Qin Feng's depth, but after witnessing their fathers being instantly wiped out, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

"Stop dawdling. The three of you, come at me together. Let's finish this early so we can call it a day."

Qin Feng looked at the three of them standing in formation, his tone indifferent.

He hadn't forgotten the prize money for this tournament.

One hundred million for the champion, and fifty million for the runner-up.

As long as he and Android 18 took the top two spots, this massive sum of one hundred and fifty million would be enough for them to splurge for quite a long time.

"Gohan, Trunks, let's join forces and give it a shot!" Piccolo frowned and gave the order decisively.

"Right!"

The two nodded in unison.

Boom!

Three figures simultaneously erupted with powerful auras, sandwiching Qin Feng and Android 18 from three directions.

"Atatatata!"

A storm of attacks rained down upon them, covering the sky and earth.

It had to be said, the power of the three of them joining forces was truly impressive.

Piccolo's strength seemed to have improved quite a bit compared to before.

But in Qin Feng's eyes, this was nothing more than children playing house.

Just as Qin Feng prepared to take out Piccolo with a single punch:

"Honey, I'll handle this green-skinned freak! You take care of the other two brats!"

Android 18, nestled in his arms, suddenly chirped, her beautiful eyes staring at Piccolo with provocation.

She was a dignified Android, after all, and her combat power had improved significantly during this time thanks to Qin Feng's nourishment. This was the perfect chance to use Piccolo for practice.

Before the words had even left her lips, Android 18 had already slid down from Qin Feng.

Swish!

Android 18's long, straight legs exerted force, and she charged toward Piccolo.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Android 18's attacks were sharp and ruthless, devoid of any feminine weakness.

Every move was lethal, forcing Piccolo into a frantic scramble.

Although Piccolo's combat power had increased, he still appeared extremely strained in front of an Android with infinite stamina.

"How is this woman so fierce!" Piccolo cried out in silent misery.

On the other side.

Qin Feng easily caught the joint attack from Son Gohan and Trunks.

"The game should end here."

Watching Trunks swing a heavy punch toward him, Qin Feng did not dodge or parry, instead throwing a punch of his own.

Bang!

Their fists collided.

The alloy floor beneath Trunks's feet cracked instantly.

The massive recoil sent him flying like a cannonball, slamming him hard outside the arena.

"The gap is too big..."

Trunks rubbed his numb arm, shaking his head with a bitter smile.

Meanwhile, taking advantage of the moment Qin Feng had struck, Son Gohan delivered a whip kick toward Qin Feng's side.

But Qin Feng reached out with his backhand, grabbed Son Gohan's ankle, and swung him around violently.

Whoosh!

Son Gohan flew out of the arena like a ragdoll. Just as he was about to hit the ground, he braced one hand against the floor, narrowly leaping back to the edge of the ring.

As long as his body didn't touch the ground, he wasn't eliminated.

"They've both gone down; do you still intend to hold out?" Qin Feng looked at the panting Son Gohan.

"I haven't lost yet!"

Son Gohan clenched his fists, his face full of stubbornness.

"Fine, then I'll play along."

Qin Feng spread his hands. "I want to see if a desperate situation can force out your limits."

"Haa!"

Son Gohan let out a roar, his golden aura igniting once more as he lunged wildly at Qin Feng.

"Too slow! This amount of strength isn't even enough to tickle me!" Qin Feng taunted while dodging the attacks with the ease of a stroll.

"Damn it! Why can't I hit him!"

Son Gohan's eyes turned red with frustration. He pushed his speed to the absolute limit, yet he couldn't even touch the hem of Qin Feng's clothes.

"Warm-up is over, my turn!"

Qin Feng warned him.

The moment the words left his lips, he vanished into thin air.

Swish!

The next second, he was pressed right behind Son Gohan.

"So fast!"

Son Gohan froze on the spot, having completely lost sight of Qin Feng.

Bang!

Before he could react, Qin Feng raised his right leg and delivered a heavy kick to the center of his back.

Son Gohan immediately tumbled across the floor, sliding over twenty meters against the alloy surface until he barely managed to stop at the edge of the ring.

And that was only because Qin Feng had held back his strength; otherwise, that kick alone would have knocked him out.

Son Gohan had the greatest potential in the arena, but unfortunately, his nature was too soft.

He lacked the bloodthirsty instinct of a Saiyan, fighting passively every time and refusing to unleash his power unless pushed to the brink.

"Show me your real ability."

Qin Feng looked at the rising Son Gohan, his tone indifferent. "With just this much, you can't even touch my clothes."

If Son Gohan would transform into a Super Saiyan 2, Qin Feng might actually be interested in sparring with him.

Son Goku and Vegeta were both stuck at Super Saiyan Full Power; fighting them was like bullying novices, offering no fun at all.

"I've already used everything I have!" Son Gohan clenched his fists and shouted back.

He truly hadn't held anything back.

Below the ring, Son Goku muttered to himself, "Huh? It seems Qin Feng has noticed it too—there is even greater power hidden within Gohan."

During their special training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Son Goku had figured out his son's true depth.

During one sparring session, Son Gohan had suddenly gone berserk, his combat power instantly surpassing his father's.

It was a pity the boy loathed fighting and suppressed himself with all his might during normal times.

"Son, what did you say?" Piccolo, standing nearby with sharp ears, heard him clearly.

He looked on in astonishment; did Son Gohan still have strength left in him?

"It's nothing." Son Goku waved his hand, continuing to watch the show.

Bang, bang, bang!

On the arena, Qin Feng took the initiative to strike.

His fists and kicks were like a violent storm, and soon Son Gohan was covered in injuries, panting like an ox as his stamina plummeted.

"Still don't want to get angry? You're really dragging this out."

Qin Feng curled his lip. "Forget it, I'm not in the mood to play with you anymore."

In the Cell Games, the Cell Juniors had brutalized all the Z Fighters, and Android 16's head had to be crushed before Son Gohan was finally pushed to his breaking point.

Just beating him up a little now was completely useless.

"I haven't lost yet!"

Son Gohan was stubborn; he stomped hard against the ground and lunged forward once more.

Unfortunately, his speed and power had already weakened significantly, making him as slow as a snail.

Qin Feng dodged to the side with ease, then drove his right knee upward with a violent thrust.

Bang!

His knee slammed hard into Son Gohan's abdomen.

"Ugh!"

Son Gohan spewed bile, his body instantly arching like a shrimp.

Qin Feng clasped his hands together and brought them down heavily onto his back.

Boom!

The arena was smashed into a deep crater.

Son Gohan coughed up more bile, his golden hair instantly turning black as he was forced out of his Super Saiyan state.

Qin Feng followed up with a kick, sending him flying out of the ring.

Son Goku hurried forward to catch his son.

"Are you alright, Son Gohan?" Son Goku asked with a smile.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I lost." Son Gohan winced in pain, his face full of bitterness.

"It's fine. Qin Feng is ridiculously strong; even Vegeta and I were taken out in seconds, so it's normal that you lost." Son Goku was open-minded about it, as he was purely here for a sparring match.

"Shut your mouth, Kakarot! Don't bring up that damn thing again!"

Vegeta was so angry his face turned red and his neck swelled; he felt utterly humiliated.

At this moment, only Qin Feng and Android 18 remained on the grand arena.

Piccolo had long since been kicked flying by an enraged Android 18 and had forfeited the match.

"You should head down yourself."

Qin Feng turned around, looking at the alluring beauty before him.

He had to win the championship in this tournament.

"Hmph, this girl hasn't even crossed moves with you yet; I'm not just going to admit defeat."

Android 18 swayed her slender waist, approaching him with infinite charm.

Her beautiful eyes shimmered with desire as she pressed herself directly against Qin Feng.

Instead of throwing a punch, she reached out her fair, delicate arms to hook them around Qin Feng's neck.

"What are you trying to do?" Qin Feng asked with a smirk.

"Defeat you, of course." Android 18 breathed out like an orchid, her vibrant red lips leaning close to Qin Feng's ear, while her full breasts rubbed tightly against his chest.

She deliberately raised a fair leg, rubbing it frantically against Qin Feng's thigh through the fabric.

Her entire body was hot and weak; she wasn't looking to fight at all, but was clearly in heat, wishing Qin Feng would take her right there in front of everyone.