"I've had a fatal weakness since I was little. I'm afraid of women.
The moment I come into contact with one, I pass out."
Puar hovered in the air, looking pitifully at his young master, Yamcha.
"How tragic."
Yamcha clenched his fists.
"Yeah, tragic.
I've been searching for a way to fix this problem, but I still haven't found one.
That's why I came to the desert.
Most people who come here are men, so I wouldn't have to run into many women.
I never thought I'd offend one today."
Yamcha ground out the words through clenched teeth.
He couldn't believe that even after hiding out in the desert, he'd still run into a woman.
It made no sense.
"Yamcha, what should we do?"
Puar asked helplessly.
When it came to his young master's weakness, he truly didn't know what to do. He was at a complete loss.
Yamcha shook his head.
"I don't know."
"Then should we let them go?"
At that, Yamcha scrambled to his feet.
"Of course not. Those three are obviously loaded.
If we capture them, we'll make a fortune. There's no way I'm giving up on them."
Yamcha spoke with complete confidence.
"But they have a woman with them."
"What are you afraid of? Do you think they never sleep?
Once they're asleep, we'll follow them, steal their stuff, and get out of there."
Puar stared at Yamcha with admiration.
"You're so clever, young master."
Yamcha looked pleased with himself.
"Obviously.
Puar, turn into a bird and find them. We'll follow them from a distance, then make our move tonight and hit the jackpot."
Puar immediately transformed into a little bird with a poof.
"Got it, young master. I'm on my way."
After explaining everything to Xiao Wu and Ashu, Li Xing closed his eyes, looking like a man of profound wisdom.
The two of them thought Li Xing was incredibly mysterious. He knew everything about the people and events in the desert, so they once again abandoned any thoughts of acting recklessly. They followed him toward Pilaf Castle in awed silence.
After a while, Li Xing suddenly opened his eyes and glanced back at a speck in the sky behind them.
The corner of his mouth curled up.
Just as he'd expected.
There was no way Yamcha would give up on a group that looked so obviously rich.
If he couldn't attack them head-on, he could always come at them from behind.
So, the other side was planning to make their move tonight?
Li Xing was very pleased with Yamcha's decision.
It was good that his opponent was greedy. That way, Li Xing could fight him.
All day, Xiao Wu and Ashu kept their eyes on the road and drove the car through the scorching heat, panting.
Night fell.
The three of them made camp, set up a tent, and went to sleep.
Li Xing kept his eyes half open, quietly waiting for Yamcha to arrive.
At around one in the morning, a rustling sound came from outside the tent.
Li Xing's eyes snapped open.
His eyes shone like stars. There wasn't a trace of fatigue in them.
"He's here."
Li Xing had waited for hours just for this moment.
He quietly got up and stood at the tent's entrance.
His eyes flashed. "He's close."
Gathering all his strength, he punched through the tent and sprang into the air.
"What?"
Yamcha stared in shock and hurriedly raised an arm to block.
"You!"
Thump!
Li Xing's full-force punch, thrown with all his might, slammed into Yamcha's forearm without slowing.
An overwhelming force burst out, sending Yamcha flying.
"Young master!"
Puar cried out and turned to fly toward Yamcha.
A fierce glint flashed in Li Xing's eyes.
He strode forward, a savage gust of wind trailing him, and slammed another punch into Puar.
"Ah!"
Puar screamed and passed out on the spot.
Only then did Yamcha's warning reach him.
"Puar, watch out!"
Blood trickled from the corner of Yamcha's mouth. His eyes bulged with fury.
He clenched his fists and hammered the ground.
"Damn it! You bastard! I'll kill you!"
Li Xing paid no attention to Yamcha's roar.
You came to rob me, and you expect me to spare you?
You act like a complete bastard, and I'm supposed to go easy on you?
One of your men gets hurt, and you start crying and carrying on like the world's ending.
Li Xing wasn't going to hold back just because Puar was cute.
Unlike Oolong, Puar could control his strength when he transformed into ordinary creatures.
If he turned into a dinosaur, Li Xing wasn't sure he could beat him right now.
To be safe, it was better to leave Puar badly injured.
Li Xing sighed inwardly.
Who would've thought that after transmigrating to the Dragon Ball World, he'd have to worry about losing to Puar?
This was a first for him!
"I'll kill you!"
Yamcha's body stiffened. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Li Xing with murderous fury.
Li Xing didn't let his guard down for a moment.
Yamcha was definitely stronger than him.
If he hadn't injured his opponent, Li Xing would be the one running away right now.
"Don't just talk. Come on."
Li Xing stared at Yamcha coldly.
Although he was using Yamcha, the man was no good.
Yamcha had never been a good person, from beginning to end.
It was only because he was part of the main cast that his shortcomings were glossed over.
"I'll avenge Puar!"
Yamcha roared, forcing himself through the pain as he charged at Li Xing like a cannonball.
Li Xing's pupils contracted.
Yamcha was injured, so his strength had taken a hit.
But even now, his strength was still beyond what Li Xing had expected.
Li Xing lowered his stance, gathered his strength, and reinforced himself with Devouring Power.
He swung a heavy punch, meeting Yamcha's powerful charge head-on.
Thump!
Li Xing felt as if a bull had crashed into him. His heart sank.
This was the strength he'd gained after absorbing and transforming energy with Devouring Power.
Yamcha really was far stronger than him.
At this point in time, Yamcha was an opponent capable of defeating Sun Wukong. Even if he'd relied on a trick, the fact remained that he'd suppressed Sun Wukong.
If he'd joined Master Roshi's training alongside Sun Wukong and had Krillin's personality, he might have been able to keep pace with Krillin's training.
Li Xing couldn't imagine whether he might even surpass him.
In the Dragon Ball World, talent seemed to make a difference between different species, but among ordinary humans, it didn't seem to count for much.
Thinking this, Li Xing let himself fall onto the sand.
The cold seeped into his body, making Li Xing anxious.
Even the sand seemed to understand him, changing from scorching hot by day to freezing cold at night.
Li Xing knew he'd still underestimated Yamcha.
Or rather, he'd underestimated just how much even a tiny amount of fighting power could add. The farther they progressed, the greater the difference became.
It was difficult to make up for it through other means.
"Die!"
Yamcha was a desert bandit. He might not have seen countless battles, but his combat experience was still beyond what Li Xing—a street punk who'd only been in a few brawls—could match.
Yamcha suddenly bent down and reached for Li Xing's head.
Li Xing felt a chill run through him. With no time to think, he pushed off with his legs, followed through with his waist, and curled his body into a bow, ducking his head beneath his own crotch.
His hands were busy too. He plunged them into the sand and forcefully scooped backward.
Using the recoil from his hands, Li Xing lifted his feet off the ground and flipped upside down. In the blink of an eye, he turned over and kicked at Yamcha with both feet.
Only after he'd done all that did Li Xing finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Good thing he'd done some training lately and had plenty of energy.
Otherwise, he couldn't have pulled off such a move so easily.
Li Xing had barely relaxed when his heart leapt again.
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