Breakthrough to Super Four, Depart for Earth!

"Hoo!"

A long, drawn-out breath emanated from the sphere of light.

Gradually, the golden radiance began to shrink and dissipate.

When the light finally faded, a tall, wild, and brand-new figure was revealed in mid-air.

His black hair had grown longer and thicker, cascading down like a wild lion's mane.

His upper body was covered in wild red fur, leaving only his firm, rock-hard pectoral and abdominal muscles exposed.

His eyes had turned a cold, sharp gold, framed by a ring of red eyeliner that exuded an imposing, wicked, and domineering aura.

Most striking of all was the thick red tail behind him, which flicked agilely through the air.

Super Saiyan 4!

"It's done."

"So this is the power of Super Saiyan 4? It's truly incomparable to Super Saiyan 3 Full Power!"

Qin Feng looked down, examining his body, which was brimming with explosive power, and threw a casual punch.

Bang!

The space in front of him let out a strained, explosive crack.

The power surging within him was like a bursting dam—endless and unfathomable.

Compared to Super Saiyan 3, this was a complete qualitative leap!

"I've finally stepped into the realm of Super Saiyan 4."

Although happy, Qin Feng did not get carried away.

His foundation had long been solidified; with the depth of Super Saiyan 3 Full Power combined with the Great Ape transformation while retaining his sanity, advancing to Super Saiyan 4 was a natural progression.

"It's time to head back to Earth and take a look."

Qin Feng clenched his fist, and with a single thought, he exited the Super Saiyan 4 state, reverting to his base form.

Whoosh!

He activated Instant Transmission, flashing directly back to the city center hotel hundreds of thousands of kilometers away.

"Are you alright?"

"The commotion outside was quite loud just now. Did the breakthrough succeed?"

As soon as he entered the room, Android 18 hurried over to him.

Although her tone was calm, her watery eyes were filled with concern.

"Yeah, it's done."

"It went even smoother than expected; I didn't lose control at all."

Qin Feng smiled and pinched her collagen-rich cheek.

"That's great!"

"I really want to see your new form. Is it handsome?"

Hearing that Qin Feng had succeeded, Android 18 was genuinely happy from the bottom of her heart.

The stronger Qin Feng was, the more secure she felt.

"Handsome is a given."

Qin Feng curled his lips into a wicked smirk. "And this new form isn't just fierce; its stamina is astonishing. Tonight in bed, I'll let you see exactly how powerful it is."

As he spoke, Qin Feng's large hand wrapped around her slender, serpentine waist, pulling her firmly against him.

"You... you lecher!"

A blush instantly flew across Android 18's pretty face, and she shot him a coquettish glare.

This man couldn't go three sentences without talking about his lower half.

However, feeling Qin Feng's solid chest, her legs couldn't help but go weak, and she unconsciously rubbed her thighs together, clearly stirred.

Over the past five years, she had long grown accustomed to being pampered by Qin Feng day and night; hearing this provocation now, her body couldn't help but heat up.

"Alright, pack up. We're setting off for Earth today."

Qin Feng patted her perky, peach-like bottom.

Having drifted in space for over five years, he was truly getting tired of it, and the alien food really didn't suit his palate.

Calculating the time, Majin Buu would be waking up soon; returning to Earth might trigger a few god-level choice missions, allowing him to fish for some good loot.

"Mm!"

"I've been wanting to go back for a long time. I also want to see how Android 17 is doing."

Android 18 nodded repeatedly.

After all, Earth was her home, and having not seen her brother in five years, she was indeed quite worried about him.

"Alright, get ready to head out."

Meanwhile, on Earth.

The 25th World Martial Arts Tournament was in full swing.

This year's tournament was livelier than ever before.

Because Son Gohan and the others had signed up to compete, Son Goku and Vegeta had also specifically taken a day off from the Otherworld, running over to join the fun with golden halos hovering above their heads.

The preliminary rounds for this tournament used a punching machine to measure strength.

For non-humans like Son Goku and Vegeta, passing was, of course, a breeze.

"Hey, Kakarot. I hope that this time on the ring, we can have a real, no-holds-barred fight to see who's better."

Below the ring, Vegeta stood with his arms crossed, staring coldly at Son Goku.

"Huh?"

"Didn't we fight every single day while we were training on Grand Kai's Planet? Haven't you had enough yet, Vegeta?"

Son Goku scratched his head, looking uninterested.

The two of them sparred every day in the Otherworld, so they had long since figured out each other's trump cards; they knew exactly what move the other would make next even with their eyes closed.

Fighting was truly pointless.

Most importantly, Vegeta's strength had always been a notch below his, so there was no sense of accomplishment in bullying him.

The only reason Son Goku had returned this time was to find Qin Feng for a fight.

He had been training hard on Grand Kai's Planet for the past few years and his strength had improved by leaps and bounds; he had long been wanting to test the waters with Qin Feng.

"Oh, that's right, Gohan. Why don't I see Qin Feng?"

"Didn't you notify him to come participate in the tournament?"

Son Goku looked around, failing to sense Qin Feng's energy at all, and couldn't help but ask his son.

"Dad, are you talking about Mr. Qin Feng?"

"He disappeared seven years ago."

Son Gohan scratched his head and replied.

Seven years ago, Qin Feng had suddenly left Earth with Android 18, and there had been no word from him since.

"Ah?"

"Qin Feng left Earth?"

"What a drag. I was hoping to find him and have another match at the tournament!"

Son Goku instantly deflated like a punctured ball, his face full of disappointment.

He had traveled all the way back with a halo over his head specifically to spar with Qin Feng.

Now that the person wasn't here, what was the point of fighting in this tournament? He might as well have stayed in the Otherworld to keep training.

"You idiot, Kakarot. I knew you weren't up to any good coming back; it was definitely to find Qin Feng."

Vegeta mocked him sarcastically from the side.

"Aren't you the same, Vegeta?"

"Did you come back just to fight me?"

Son Goku grinned, exposing him directly.

He knew exactly what was on Vegeta's mind.

The two of them had been training bitterly in the Otherworld for seven years and their strength was not what it used to be; they both dreamed of seeing exactly what level Qin Feng was at now.

"Hmph!"

"Lucky for that guy he ran off, otherwise I would have settled all our old and new scores today!"

Vegeta clenched his fists tightly, his face full of resentment.

Whoosh!

At this moment, on the outskirts of the World Martial Arts Tournament preliminary grounds.

Qin Feng and Android 18 appeared out of thin air.

"The timing is just right; we made it in time for registration."

"And since Son Goku and Vegeta's energy signatures are here, it looks like those two ghosts have come back to join the fun as well."

As soon as he landed, Qin Feng locked onto their locations.

"I wonder how much the prize money is for the champion this time. I want to go up on that stage and play around too."

Android 18's beautiful eyes sparkled.

She was wearing a black lace camisole today, her proud, heaving breasts squeezed to the point of nearly spilling out.

The ultra-short, tight-fitting skirt on her lower body clung to her plump, perky peach-shaped hips, and her long, straight, fair legs were set off by high heels.

"I'd estimate there's at least a few tens of millions." Qin Feng casually stroked the top of her thigh, drawing a series of coquettish whimpers from her.

"Are you two here to register as well?"

"If so, hurry over and test your punch strength; you have to pass the threshold to compete."

A staff member nearby waved and shouted.

"Test punch strength?"

"Fine."

Qin Feng walked up to the boxing test machine and flicked the target with a single finger.

Beep, beep, beep!

The numbers on the machine's screen jumped frantically.

They finally settled at 1280.

"Sigh..."

"I still used too much force."

Qin Feng shook his head as he looked at the number.

An ordinary person could hit at most a little over a hundred; trying to control his strength to be this weak was actually quite a chore.

"Ah?!"

The staff member's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

This was the latest model of test machine; there was absolutely nothing wrong with it!

Over a thousand from a single finger flick?

When Android 18 stepped up and casually tapped the target to produce a reading of 888, the staff member completely collapsed into his chair, questioning his existence.

What kind of monsters had shown up today?

The burly men waiting in line behind them took one look at the screen and turned to run in terror.

What was the point of fighting? Going up there would just be asking for death!