Attack!
It missed.
Yamcha's combat experience was no match for Li Xing's.
Though Li Xing reacted quickly, Yamcha wasn't a pushover either.
The moment Li Xing moved, Yamcha immediately adjusted his technique.
He changed his reaching hands into a midair flip, closed his eyes, and tensed his waist, quickly channeling his strength down into his feet.
He meant to kick Li Xing to death.
Li Xing sensed something was wrong. Drawing on years of experience in street brawls, he quickly thought of the best way to deal with it.
Play dead!
Before he could even steady himself, Li Xing turned his back to Yamcha and flung himself face-first into the sand.
The sand had barely begun to fly when Li Xing felt a fierce gust of wind sweep past his backside.
His heart sank, and he hurriedly rolled away like a lazy donkey.
At a moment like this, with his life on the line, Li Xing couldn't care less about his dignity.
After rolling twice, he kept his ears open and flung sand up with both hands again.
"You bastard! You despicable sneak!"
Li Xing's face remained expressionless as he sprang up like a rabbit, aiming for Yamcha's thigh.
With the Devour Ability bolstering him, he slammed his fists into Yamcha's knee.
Yamcha hadn't found his footing yet, and Li Xing had also caught him off guard with the sand.
Taken by surprise, Yamcha hadn't had time to bring his strength to bear.
Like a shooting star, Li Xing rushed up beside Yamcha in a flash.
"Hah!"
Li Xing pressed his lips together and unleashed all his strength, both fists smashing into Yamcha's lower leg at once.
A faint warmth flowed from his palms through his entire body.
Li Xing felt completely refreshed, as if he had just eaten a ginseng fruit.
For the first time—this was the first time—the Devour Ability had given him such a powerful boost.
"Ah!"
Yamcha let out a scream and finally gathered his strength, sweeping his legs at Li Xing like steel rods.
Li Xing had seen it coming. As soon as he hit Yamcha, he began to retreat.
But he was a little too slow. Yamcha's counterattacking kick grazed Li Xing's left hand.
Li Xing hurriedly retreated, watching Yamcha calmly.
Yamcha's eyes were bloodshot, and he had gone berserk.
"I'll kill you!"
Li Xing curled his lip in disdain.
He certainly had an ulterior motive, but the real problem was that Yamcha had no scruples and had tried to sneak up on him that night.
Otherwise, Li Xing would never have gone out of his way to provoke Yamcha.
He had only badly injured Puar to make sure he wouldn't end up surrounded and beaten.
Even if he had no qualms about it, even if he were a shameless bastard, Li Xing would still have ambushed Yamcha first.
"Ah, sir, what happened?"
A clear, surprised voice rang out.
Xiao Wu stretched as she walked out of the tent, staring in surprise at the wreckage.
"Sir."
"Eh? Isn't that the one from this afternoon? The one from this afternoon..."
The red in Yamcha's eyes spread across his weathered face in an instant.
He panted heavily and glared at Li Xing before his legs spun like propellers, kicking up sand with a rustling sound. He grabbed Puar, leaped onto the Sand Vehicle, and sped away.
"Just you wait! I'll be back!"
Li Xing curled his lip and muttered something about Yamcha thinking he was Grey Wolf or something.
But inwardly, he let out a sigh of relief.
His left hand was already swollen. If the fight had continued, he would surely have been in grave danger.
Yamcha was too fierce. Li Xing was nowhere near a match for him.
Li Xing lamented to himself.
Who the hell had ever heard of a transmigrator with a system being this weak?
If there were someone behind the scenes controlling his life, he would rush over and curse them out.
"Sir, what happened?"
Ashu also crawled out, bleary-eyed, and looked around sleepily.
Li Xing glared at the two of them.
"Enough talk. Get back to sleep. Don't we have to travel tomorrow?
If you're both so full of energy, we can skip resting and set off right now."
Hearing the sternness in Li Xing's voice, the two were alarmed and dashed back into the tent.
No matter what else happened, nothing was more important than getting a good night's rest.
If Li Xing, that devil, caught them, life wouldn't be easy for them.
Li Xing watched the two of them scurry into the tent in fright and shook his head helplessly.
He was only pretending to be fierce. He had never punished them, had he?
Though he thought that, a trace of warmth crept into his heart.
After spending so much time together, the two of them seemed decent enough. They were worth cultivating.
With that thought, Li Xing made up his mind.
In this world, no one could succeed by fighting alone.
Having a small team working for him would be a very comfortable arrangement.
As a result, Li Xing's mindset began to change. He no longer reacted solely for the sake of completing system missions.
The future of the Dragon Ball World wasn't necessarily safe.
Danger lurked everywhere. Even if he hid away, an energy wave could appear out of nowhere and wipe him out.
Besides, now that he had transmigrated into Dragon Ball, who knew what strange things might happen if he transmigrated again?
Li Xing shook his head. Ignoring the tent he'd torn open, he climbed inside.
The moment he entered the tent, Li Xing grimaced in pain.
His left forearm was more than twice its normal size, swollen to the thickness of his upper arm.
"Hiss, he's strong. Really strong.
"If I hadn't used my energy and turned aside in time, my arm might have been broken.
"Just how strong is Yamcha?
"No wonder Master Roshi, with a power level of over a hundred, could shatter part of the moon."
Ignoring his swollen arm, Li Xing looked over his stats.
His Constitution had reached 1.2.
After exchanging a few blows with Yamcha, his Constitution had increased by 0.11, even though he was badly injured.
No wonder he had clearly felt a warm current rise within him.
An increase in Constitution was a good thing, and his energy had broken through as well, reaching 8.
That brought Li Xing's overall combat power to 9.6.
His strength had increased by 2 points—a considerable improvement.
Looking at his stats, Li Xing felt his blood surge with excitement.
Even the pain in his hand faded somewhat.
"If Yamcha comes back a few more times, could I reach 15, or even higher?"
Li Xing looked thrilled.
The night passed without incident, and the next day was uneventful.
At noon on the third day, a colossal beast flew toward Li Xing and the others.
Xiao Wu and Ashu were terrified. They drove the vehicle around wildly, nearly losing their way.
Li Xing remained calm.
They were in a desert. Where had such a huge creature come from, and why was it chasing them?
Once he thought of that, it was obvious what kind of creature was coming.
Li Xing considered it for a moment and decided to test the waters.
It wasn't realistic to just keep waiting for Yamcha. Before long, they would reach Fire Mountain.
Ox-King was waiting for him there. If his strength was too low, he wouldn't be able to get anything out of Ox-King.
He could test himself first. If he waited for Yamcha to show up, he would have another chance to fight him.
He hadn't neglected his training these past two days.
But it was too difficult. His strength had barely improved at all.
If that was the case, Li Xing might as well wait for a chance to fight someone on equal footing.
He sprang up into the air.
"Wait here."
Watching the giant flying beast in the distance, Li Xing bent his knees slightly, then shot toward it like a cannonball.
With a fierce whistle, Li Xing fixed his hawk-like eyes on the beast.
Before he could get close—
"Ahhh! Young master, save me! Help me!"
A panicked, shrill voice came from inside the beast's mouth. As soon as it finished speaking, it fled into the distance.
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