Night Ambush, Battle Against Yamcha

"I've had a fatal flaw since I was a child: I'm terrified of touching women.

Whenever I touch a woman, I pass out."

Puar hovered in the air, looking at his young master Yamcha with pity.

"How miserable."

Yamcha clenched his fists tightly.

"Yeah, truly miserable.

I've been searching for a way to solve this problem, but I haven't found one yet.

That's the reason why I came to the desert.

Most people who come to the desert are men, so I don't have to encounter too many women.

I never expected to run into one today."

Yamcha said, gritting his teeth.

He never imagined that even after hiding away in the desert, he would still run into a woman.

This wasn't scientific at all.

"Young Master Yamcha, what should we do then?"

Puar said with a helpless look on his face.

Regarding his young master's weakness, he truly had no solutions and no temper left.

Yamcha shook his head.

"I don't know."

"Then are we just going to let them go?"

Hearing this, Yamcha scrambled to his feet.

"How could that be possible? Those three look like big, fat sheep.

As long as we catch them, we're bound to make a fortune. There's no way I'm giving up on them."

Yamcha said with great confidence.

"But they still have a woman with them."

"What's there to be afraid of? Do they not sleep?

Once they're asleep, we'll follow them and just steal everything and leave."

Puar stared at Yamcha with an expression of admiration.

"Young Master is so smart."

Yamcha looked smug.

"Of course.

Puar, turn into a bird now and find them. We'll follow them from a distance, and when night falls, we'll pull off a big score."

Upon hearing this, Puar went poof and transformed into a small bird.

"Understood, Young Master. I'm going right now."

After Li Xing finished explaining things to Xiao Wu and the others, he closed his eyes, assuming a profound and mysterious air.

The two of them felt that Li Xing was incredibly enigmatic, knowing everything about the people and events in this desert so clearly. They once again dismissed any thoughts of acting recklessly and, trembling with fear, led Li Xing toward Pilaf Castle.

After waiting for a while, Li Xing suddenly opened his eyes and looked back at the black dot in the sky behind them.

The corners of his mouth curled up.

As expected.

How could trash like Yamcha possibly give up on a group that looked like such easy prey?

If he couldn't come at them from the front, he would naturally come from behind.

So that was it.

The other party was going to strike at night?

Li Xing was very satisfied with Yamcha's decision.

It was good that the other party was greedy; that way, he would have a chance to cross paths with him.

Throughout the day, Xiao Wu and Ashu braved the scorching heat, panting heavily as they drove the car.

Night fell.

The three of them set up camp, pitched their tents, and went to sleep.

Li Xing kept his eyes half-open, quietly waiting for Yamcha to arrive.

Around one in the morning, a rustling sound came from outside the tent.

Li Xing suddenly opened his eyes wide.

A pair of eyes shone like stars, showing not a hint of fatigue.

"He's here."

Li Xing had waited for several hours for this very moment.

Quietly climbing to his feet, Li Xing stood outside the tent flap.

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes. "He's close."

Gathering all his strength, he punched through the tent and vaulted into the air.

"What?"

Yamcha's face was a mask of shock as he hurriedly raised his arms to block.

"You!"

Bang!

Li Xing's full-force punch struck Yamcha's forearm without hesitation.

A torrential force poured out, sending Yamcha flying.

"Master!"

Puar shrieked, turning to fly toward Yamcha.

A fierce look flashed in Li Xing's eyes.

With a single stride, he brought a biting gale and slammed another punch into Puar.

"Ah!"

Puar let out a miserable cry and immediately lost consciousness.

Only then did Yamcha's warning sound.

"Puar, look out!"

Blood trickled from the corner of Yamcha's mouth, his eyes wide with rage.

He hammered his fists hard against the ground.

"Damn you, you bastard, I'll kill you!"

Listening to Yamcha's roar, Li Xing couldn't care less.

You come here to steal, and you expect me to spare you?

You're not acting like a human, so why should I indulge you?

You act as if the world is ending, wailing and filled with righteous indignation just because I hurt one of your own.

Li Xing wasn't about to show mercy just because Puar looked cute.

Unlike Oolong, who only performed basic transformations, Puar could actually harness power.

If he were to transform into a dinosaur, Li Xing wasn't even sure he could win.

To be safe, it was naturally better to leave Puar severely injured.

Li Xing sighed inwardly.

Who would have thought that someone transmigrating into Dragon Ball would have to worry about not being able to beat Puar?

This was a first for him, like a bride's maiden voyage on a wedding sedan!

"I'm going to kill you!"

Yamcha's body went rigid, his eyes bloodshot as he stood up, staring at Li Xing with a predatory gaze.

Li Xing didn't let his guard down for a second.

Yamcha was definitely stronger than him.

If he hadn't severely injured his opponent, it would be Li Xing running for his life right now.

"All talk and no action. Come on then."

Li Xing stared coldly at Yamcha.

Even though he was using Yamcha, the man was no saint.

From beginning to end, Yamcha was never a good person.

It was only because he was part of the protagonist's team that his flaws were downplayed.

"I'll avenge Puar!"

Yamcha let out a loud shout, forcing himself through the pain as he lunged at Li Xing like a cannonball.

Li Xing's pupils constricted.

Yamcha was injured, and his strength had declined.

But the power he was displaying now still exceeded Li Xing's expectations.

Crouching slightly, he gathered all his strength, his Devouring Power surging to support him.

Li Xing threw a heavy punch, meeting Yamcha's powerful impact head-on.

Bang!

Li Xing felt as if a bull had slammed into him, and his heart trembled with alarm.

This was power that had been absorbed and converted by his Devouring Power.

Yamcha was indeed far stronger than him.

At this point in time, he was truly a being capable of defeating Sun Wukong; even if there was a suspicion of trickery involved, it could not change the fact that he had suppressed Sun Wukong.

If he had joined Master Roshi's school at the same time as Sun Wukong and possessed Krillin's personality, he might have been able to keep pace with Krillin's training.

As for whether he could surpass him, Li Xing dared not imagine.

In the Dragon Ball World, talent seemed to manifest differently between species, but looking at humans alone, the effect did not seem that significant.

Thinking this, Li Xing let himself fall onto the sand.

As the cold seeped into his body, Li Xing felt a surge of anxiety.

Even the sand seemed to understand Li Xing, shifting from the scorching heat of the day to the icy chill of the night.

Li Xing realized that he had still underestimated Yamcha.

Or rather, he had underestimated the lack of even a single point of combat power.

The bonus of even one point of combat power was far more formidable than he had anticipated; the further one went, the greater the gap became.

It was difficult to compensate through other means.

"Die."

Yamcha was a desert bandit, and while he might not have been through a hundred battles, he was certainly no stranger to them.

His combat experience was not something a small-time thug like Li Xing, who had only experienced street brawls, could compare to.

Yamcha leaned down and reached out, aiming directly for the top of Li Xing's head.

A chill ran through Li Xing's heart. With no time to think, he exerted force through his legs, followed by his waist, arching his body and tucking his head toward his own crotch to dodge.

His hands were not idle; he thrust them into the sea of sand and shoveled backward with all his might.

Using the reaction force from his hands, Li Xing lifted his feet off the ground, flipped his entire body into a handstand, and in the blink of an eye, vaulted over, slamming his feet toward Yamcha in reverse.

Only after completing these movements did Li Xing breathe a sigh of relief.

It was fortunate that he had undergone some training during this period, coupled with the immense energy he possessed.

Otherwise, he would never have been able to perform such a maneuver so easily.

Just as Li Xing let out that breath, his heart tightened once more.