This Was a Fight or Flirting?

"Oh, man! I actually got knocked off too?"

Son Goku rubbed the back of his aching head, looking embarrassed.

The moment Qin Feng powered up, he moved so absurdly fast that Son Goku hadn't had time to react before taking a solid punch.

That kid had a vicious knack for spotting openings. He'd struck right after Son Goku's punch had been dodged, in the brief moment before he could gather his strength again. There'd been no way to avoid it.

"Useless."

Vegeta glared at Son Goku in annoyance, taking out all his pent-up frustration on him.

"Don't give me that! You got knocked out instantly too, and you were eliminated even faster than me. What gives you the right to criticize me?" Son Goku shot back without holding anything back.

Vegeta's face turned livid, but he couldn't come up with a single word to refute him.

At least Kakarot had managed to fight the guy for a whole minute. Vegeta hadn't even finished warming up before he'd been kicked off the stage. He really had lost even more pathetically than Son Goku.

The chaotic brawl on the stage continued.

But Qin Feng was starting to lose interest.

Son Gohan had top-tier genes, no doubt, but getting him to turn Super Saiyan 2 was going to be difficult.

Unless he made Gohan furious, he'd never draw out his full potential.

More than ten minutes later, only five people remained on the enormous arena: Qin Feng, Son Gohan, Trunks, Piccolo, and Android 18, nestled in Qin Feng's arms.

"Looks like we're heading into the final showdown."

Piccolo surveyed the remaining fighters, his heart pounding.

Aside from Android 18, the other three were all tough opponents.

There was no need to mention a freak like Qin Feng, who could kick Son Goku and Vegeta around like balls. Piccolo would be hopeless against him.

Son Gohan might be a little weaker than Son Goku, but he still had a formidable foundation.

Trunks had trained with Vegeta in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, so his power was nothing to sneeze at either.

Looks like my road ends here.

Trunks and Son Gohan also wore grave expressions.

They wanted to test Qin Feng's strength, but after seeing their fathers get knocked out in an instant, they couldn't help feeling nervous.

"Quit stalling. The three of you, come at me together. Let's finish this and call it a day."

Qin Feng looked at the three who stood ready to fight, his tone calm.

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

The champion would get a hundred million, and the runner-up would get fifty million.

As long as he and Android 18 took the top two spots, that enormous sum of 150 million would keep them living it up for a long time.

"Gohan, Trunks, let's team up and give it everything we've got!" Piccolo ordered decisively, his brow furrowed.

"Okay!"

The two nodded together.

Boom!

All three unleashed their powerful auras at once, surrounding Qin Feng and Android 18 from three directions.

"Hyahhyahya!"

A storm of attacks rained down on them from all sides.

The three of them were undeniably formidable when they worked together.

Piccolo seemed to have improved even more since before.

But to Qin Feng, it was no more than kids playing house.

Just as Qin Feng was about to finish Piccolo with one punch,

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

Android 18 suddenly called out coquettishly from his arms, her beautiful eyes fixed challengingly on Piccolo.

She was a full-fledged Android, and Qin Feng had been keeping her well satisfied lately. Her fighting power had improved too, so Piccolo was just the person to test it on.

Before she'd even finished speaking, Android 18 slipped off Qin Feng.

Whoosh!

Her long, slender legs drove her forward as she charged at Piccolo.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Android 18's attacks were fierce and ruthless, with none of the softness one might expect from a woman.

Every move was aimed at a vital point, driving Piccolo into a frantic defense.

Piccolo's power had improved, but he was still struggling against an Android with unlimited stamina.

"Why is this woman so strong?!" Piccolo groaned inwardly.

Meanwhile,

Qin Feng easily fended off the combined attacks of Son Gohan and Trunks.

"Time to end this."

Qin Feng watched Trunks swing a powerful punch at him. He didn't dodge, instead throwing a punch of his own.

Thud!

Their fists collided.

The alloy floor beneath Trunks' feet instantly cracked.

The enormous recoil sent him flying like a cannonball, and he crashed hard outside the arena.

"The gap is just too big..." Trunks rubbed his numb arm and shook his head with a bitter smile.

Taking advantage of the moment Qin Feng attacked, Son Gohan swung a kick at his waist.

But Qin Feng reached out and caught Son Gohan by the ankle, then swung him around with a powerful sweep.

Whoosh!

Son Gohan flew out like a rag doll. Just as he was about to hit the ground, he braced himself with one hand and managed to leap back onto the edge of the arena by the skin of his teeth.

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

"They're both down. You still want to keep fighting?" Qin Feng asked, watching Son Gohan pant for breath.

"I haven't lost yet!"

Son Gohan clenched both fists, his face stubborn.

"Fine. I'll play along."

Qin Feng spread his hands. "Let's see if being pushed to the brink can draw out your limits."

"Haah!"

Son Gohan let out a furious shout. Golden flames flared around him again as he charged wildly at Qin Feng.

"Too slow! You're not even strong enough to tickle me!" Qin Feng dodged as casually as if he were out for a stroll, taunting him as he went.

"Damn it! Why can't I hit you?!"

Son Gohan's eyes reddened with frustration. He pushed his speed to the limit, but couldn't even touch Qin Feng's clothes.

"Warm-up's over. My turn!"

Qin Feng called out a warning.

The moment his words fell, his whole body vanished into thin air.

Whoosh!

The next instant, he appeared right behind Son Gohan.

"So fast!"

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

Thud!

Before he could react, Qin Feng raised his right leg and kicked him hard in the back.

Son Gohan tumbled across the alloy floor, sliding more than twenty meters before barely stopping at the edge of the arena.

Qin Feng had held back. Otherwise, that kick would have eliminated him.

Son Gohan had the greatest potential of anyone here, but he was too soft-hearted.

He had none of the Saiyans' bloodthirsty instincts. Whenever he fought, he just took a beating. He'd never unleash his power unless pushed to the brink.

"Show me what you're really capable of."

Qin Feng watched Son Gohan get back to his feet, his voice calm. "With strength like that, you can't even touch my clothes."

If Son Gohan transformed into Super Saiyan 2, Qin Feng might actually have fun sparring with him.

Son Goku and Vegeta were both stuck at Super Saiyan Full Power. Fighting them was like beating up on beginners. It was no fun at all.

"I'm already giving it everything I've got!" Son Gohan clenched his fists and shouted back.

He truly hadn't held anything back.

Below the stage, Son Goku muttered, "Huh? Looks like Qin Feng has noticed too. Gohan's still hiding even greater power inside him."

During their training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Son Goku had already figured out what his son was capable of.

Once, during a sparring match, Son Gohan had suddenly lost control. His power had surpassed his old man's in an instant.

Unfortunately, the kid hated fighting and usually worked hard to suppress himself.

"Son, what did you say?" Piccolo had sharp ears and heard every word.

He looked astonished. Gohan still had power left?

"Nothing." Son Goku waved a hand and went back to watching the fight.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

On the arena, Qin Feng launched his own attack.

His fists and feet came like a violent storm. Son Gohan was soon covered in injuries, gasping for breath as his stamina rapidly drained away.

"Still not angry? You're really dragging this out."

Qin Feng clicked his tongue. "Forget it. I'm not in the mood to play with you anymore."

During the Cell Games, the Cell Juniors had beaten the Z Fighters one after another. Only after Android 16's head had been crushed did Son Gohan finally snap.

Beating him up a little now wasn't going to do a thing.

"I haven't lost!"

Son Gohan was stubborn to a fault. He dug his foot into the ground and charged again.

But his speed and strength had already dropped drastically. He was slow as a snail.

Qin Feng sidestepped with ease, then drove his right knee upward.

Thud!

His knee slammed into Son Gohan's stomach.

"Ugh!"

Son Gohan spat up bile, his body folding over like a shrimp.

Qin Feng clasped his hands together and brought them down hard on Son Gohan's back.

Boom!

A deep crater appeared in the arena.

Son Gohan spat up bile several times. His golden hair instantly turned black, and he dropped out of his Super Saiyan form.

Qin Feng followed up with a kick, sending him flying off the stage.

Son Goku hurried forward and caught his son.

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

"Sorry, Dad. I lost." Son Gohan grimaced in pain, his face bitter.

"It's okay. Qin Feng's unbelievably strong. He knocked out Vegeta and me in seconds too, so it's normal that you lost." Son Goku took it in stride. They were only here for a friendly match, after all.

"Kakarot, shut up! Don't bring that up again!"

Vegeta's face and neck flushed red with anger. He felt utterly humiliated.

At that moment, only Qin Feng and Android 18 remained on the enormous arena.

Piccolo had already been kicked off the stage by the furious Android 18 and withdrawn from the match.

"Just get off the stage."

Qin Feng turned and looked at the breathtaking woman before him.

He had to win the championship this time.

"Hmph, I haven't even fought you yet. I'm not conceding just like that."

Android 18 swayed her curvaceous waist as she approached, her every movement alluring.

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

Instead of throwing a punch, she wrapped her soft, pale arms around his neck.

"What are you trying to do?" Qin Feng asked with an amused smile.

"Beat you, of course." Android 18 breathed softly, bringing her seductive red lips to his ear as her full breasts pressed and rubbed against his chest.

She deliberately raised one long, pale leg and rubbed it frantically against his thigh through the fabric.

She was hot and weak all over. She wasn't looking for a fight at all—she was in heat, and all she wanted was for Qin Feng to take her right there in front of everyone.