"Whew!"
A long breath escaped from within the glowing sphere.
Gradually, the golden light began to contract and fade.
When the light finally vanished, a tall, wild new form appeared in midair.
His black hair had grown longer and thicker, spilling down like a raging lion's mane.
Wild red fur covered his upper body, leaving only his firm, muscular chest and abs exposed.
His eyes had turned a piercing gold, with red markings around them that gave him an intimidating, domineering aura.
Most striking of all was the thick red tail behind him, swishing nimbly through the air.
Super Saiyan 4!
"I did it."
"So this is the power of Super Saiyan 4? It really is in a league of its own compared to Super Saiyan 3 Full Power!"
Qin Feng lowered his head to examine his explosively powerful body, then casually threw a punch.
Boom!
The space in front of him let out a sharp blast, as if it could no longer bear the strain.
Power surged through his body like a river bursting its banks, endless and unfathomable.
Compared to Super Saiyan 3, this was a complete qualitative leap!
"I've finally reached Super Saiyan 4."
Though happy, Qin Feng didn't let it go to his head.
He had laid a solid foundation long ago. With the depth of his Super Saiyan 3 Full Power and a Great Ape Transformation that let him retain his reason, advancing to Super Saiyan 4 had been a natural progression.
"Looks like it's time to head back to Earth."
Qin Feng clenched his fist, then dismissed Super Saiyan 4 with a thought and returned to his normal state.
Whoosh!
Instant Transmission activated, and he flashed straight back to the city-center hotel, hundreds of thousands of kilometers away.
"Are you all right?"
"There was quite a commotion outside just now. Did you break through?"
As soon as he entered the room, Android 18 came over to him.
Her tone was calm, but her sparkling eyes were full of concern.
"Yeah, I did."
"It went even more smoothly than I expected. I didn't lose control at all."
Qin Feng smiled and pinched her soft, collagen-rich cheek.
"That's wonderful!"
"I'd love to see your new form. Is it handsome?"
Hearing that Qin Feng had succeeded made Android 18 genuinely happy.
The stronger he was, the safer she felt.
"Handsome, definitely."
A mischievous smile tugged at Qin Feng's lips. "And this new form isn't just powerful—it's got incredible stamina, too. Tonight in bed, I'll show you just how strong it is."
As he spoke, Qin Feng wrapped his large hand around her slender waist and pulled her against him.
"You... you lecher!"
A blush instantly swept across Android 18's pretty face, and she gave him a coy glare.
This man couldn't go three sentences without bringing up sex.
But feeling Qin Feng's firm chest, her legs couldn't help but grow weak. Her thighs rubbed together unconsciously, a clear sign that desire was stirring.
Over the past five years, she had grown used to Qin Feng keeping her thoroughly satisfied day and night. Hearing him tease her like this made her body grow warm.
"All right, get your things together. We're heading back to Earth today."
Qin Feng patted her rounded backside.
After drifting through space for more than five years, he was getting tired of it. The alien food had never suited his tastes, either.
By his estimate, Majin Buu would soon awaken. Going back to Earth might trigger a few god-tier choice missions and earn him some valuable rewards.
"Okay!"
"I've wanted to go back for ages. I want to see how Android 17's doing, too."
Android 18 nodded eagerly.
Earth was her home, after all, and she had missed her younger brother during the five years they'd been apart.
"Good. Let's get ready to go."
Meanwhile, on Earth.
The 25th World Martial Arts Tournament was in full swing.
This year's tournament was livelier than ever.
With Son Gohan and the others signed up to compete, Son Goku and Vegeta had also taken a day off from Otherworld to join the fun, their golden halos shining above their heads.
This tournament's preliminaries used a punching machine to measure each competitor's strength.
For Son Goku and the rest of the nonhumans, passing was a piece of cake.
"Hey, Kakarot. I hope we can have a proper fight in the ring this time and settle once and for all who's stronger."
Below the ring, Vegeta folded his arms and stared coldly at Son Goku.
"Huh?"
"Didn't we fight every day while training on Grand Kai's Planet? Aren't you tired of it yet, Vegeta?"
Son Goku scratched his head, looking rather unenthusiastic.
The two of them had sparred every day in Otherworld and knew all each other's tricks by heart. They could predict the other's next move with their eyes closed.
Fighting just wasn't much fun anymore.
Most importantly, Vegeta was always a step behind him in strength. There was no sense of accomplishment in picking on him.
The only reason Son Goku had come back this time was to fight Qin Feng.
He had trained hard on Grand Kai's Planet for the past few years, and his strength had improved by leaps and bounds. He had been itching to test himself against Qin Feng.
"By the way, Gohan, where's Qin Feng?"
"Didn't you tell him to come compete?"
Son Goku looked around, unable to sense Qin Feng's ki anywhere, and couldn't help asking his son.
"Dad, you mean Mr. Qin Feng?"
"He disappeared seven years ago."
Son Gohan scratched his head as he answered.
Seven years earlier, Qin Feng had left Earth with Android 18, and no one had heard from him since.
"What?"
"Qin Feng left Earth?"
"This sucks. I was hoping to fight him again at the tournament!"
Son Goku deflated at once, his face full of disappointment.
He had gone all the way back with a halo over his head just to face Qin Feng.
Now that Qin Feng wasn't there, what was the point of competing? He might as well go back to training in Otherworld.
"Kakarot, you idiot. I knew you didn't come back for anything good. You're definitely here to find Qin Feng."
Vegeta mocked him from the side.
"Isn't that why you're here too, Vegeta?"
"Did you come back just to fight me?"
Son Goku grinned, seeing right through him.
He knew exactly what Vegeta was thinking.
They had trained hard in Otherworld for seven years, and their strength had changed dramatically. They both desperately wanted to see how strong Qin Feng was now.
"Hmph!"
"Lucky for him he ran off. Otherwise, I'd have settled the old score and the new one today!"
Vegeta clenched both fists, his face filled with resentment.
Whoosh!
At that moment, outside the World Martial Arts Tournament preliminaries venue.
Qin Feng and Android 18 appeared out of thin air.
"Perfect timing. We made it in time to register."
"And Son Goku and Vegeta's ki are both here. Looks like those two dead guys came back for the tournament, too."
As soon as he landed, Qin Feng pinpointed their locations.
"I wonder how much the winner gets. I'd like to go up there and have some fun, too."
Android 18's beautiful eyes sparkled.
She wore a black, lacy, form-fitting camisole that pushed her ample breasts up enticingly.
Her ultra-short skirt hugged her full, pert backside, and her long, shapely legs were clad in high heels.
"Probably tens of millions." Qin Feng gave her thigh a sly stroke, making her giggle and protest.
"Are you two here to sign up?"
"If so, hurry over and test your punching strength. You'll need to meet the minimum score to compete."
A staff member nearby waved them over.
"Test our punching strength?"
"Sure."
Qin Feng walked up to the punching machine and casually flicked the target with one finger.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The numbers on the machine's screen jumped wildly.
They finally stopped at 1280.
"Ah..."
"I still used too much force."
Qin Feng looked at the number and shook his head.
Ordinary people could manage, at most, a little over a hundred. It was surprisingly hard to control his strength enough to hit such a low score.
"Huh?!"
The staff member's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
It was the latest model, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with it!
Over a thousand with a single finger flick?
When Android 18 stepped up and casually slapped the target, scoring 888, the staff member slumped into a chair and began questioning reality.
What kind of monsters had shown up today?
The burly men waiting behind them glanced at the screen, then turned and fled in terror.
What was the point of competing? They'd just be going up there to get themselves killed!
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