Tricking Yamcha, Wrong Mission Choice?

Li Xing was completely numb!

He had used all his strength to predict the giant beast's path of movement.

With this sprint, he could only land in a sorry state.

Had the opponent predicted his prediction?

"Bastard, damn it all."

Li Xing gritted his teeth.

He knew Puar was as timid as a mouse, but he hadn't expected his courage to be this pathetic.

At the very least, put up a fight against him.

Something that massive would have added at least a little to his physique, even if it was just 0.01, that would have been fine.

The key was that it wouldn't have cost him any strength or mental energy.

Once Yamcha attacked him again, he would definitely give the guy a surprise.

How could you just run away?

These two were truly not even as good as Grey Wolf.

At least Grey Wolf was still trying to catch sheep, while these two wouldn't even touch him, leaving behind nothing but harsh words.

No, Puar didn't even leave harsh words, just screamed for help and ran.

Li Xing rose to the highest point, his momentum exhausted, and he plummeted toward the ground like a meteor.

"Damn it, a mistake. If I had the strength, I would have learned the Flight Technique the first chance I got."

Li Xing cursed inwardly, constantly adjusting his landing posture to avoid being eliminated upon impact.

Seeing Xiao Wu and the others' car drive away, a look of great joy appeared on Yamcha's face.

Having fought Li Xing, he had long since figured out Li Xing's strength.

He was weak, not worthy of being his opponent at all.

"Kid, if you don't die this time, I'll change my name."

After venting, Yamcha started his car and chased toward where Li Xing had fallen.

As for Puar, with such deep hatred, Puar was set aside for the moment.

The two met again very quickly.

"Heh, didn't expect to run into me, did you?"

Li Xing appeared calm and collected, brushing off the sand.

"I had already anticipated it. Just some low-class desert bandits; besides petty thievery, what else could you possibly do that's worth mentioning?"

Li Xing spoke indifferently, though he was crying out in agony inside.

He wanted to be like other transmigrators who could take down their opponents in one or two moves.

With a crowd of onlookers cheering, the villain would keep calling for reinforcements, like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather, constantly coming to find trouble for Li Xing and helping him grow.

But the situation he faced was that his own strength was increasing very slowly.

Right now, he was facing a low-class desert bandit he couldn't even beat.

"Kid, enough talk, take this!"

Yamcha couldn't hold back the rage in his chest, let out a loud shout, and attacked Li Xing directly.

Li Xing could only block, struggling to trade blows with Yamcha.

This time, he didn't even dare to use his Devour Ability, so he fell into a disadvantage the moment they clashed.

The Devour Ability consumed his physical stamina, and with his current physique, ten minutes was the absolute limit.

The point was that using the Devour Ability wouldn't be enough to defeat or even scare off Yamcha.

Since that was the case, it was better to save it and use it at a critical moment to maximize its effectiveness.

Fortunately, his strength was significantly greater than it had been the night before.

Although it was difficult to defend, he could barely hold his ground.

For a time, sand and stones flew, and yellow dust billowed.

The two were locked in an intense battle.

Yamcha was also becoming increasingly alarmed as the fight went on.

During their last encounter, aside from underhanded moves, Li Xing hadn't actually gained any advantage.

How was it that this time, he seemed like a completely different person, his strength vastly improved?

Before Yamcha could fully unleash his power, the roar of an engine sounded in the distance, followed by another rumble.

Li Xing's eyes darted around, and he immediately came up with a plan.

What was Yamcha, anyway?

At this moment, he was nothing but a bandit; in the face of wealth, a rival with a bit of strength meant nothing.

Activating his Devour Ability, Li Xing acted like a madman, grappling fiercely with Yamcha.

"Damn brat, get out of here now, and I might just spare your pathetic life."

Caught off guard, Li Xing actually managed to briefly suppress Yamcha.

"What?"

Yamcha was both shocked and furious, on the verge of unleashing his full strength, even showing signs of using his self-created signature move, the Wolf Fang Fist.

Li Xing's angry roar continued to ring out.

"Kid, do you know who is coming up behind us? It's the princess of the Hoi-Poi Capsule Corporation, Bulma. Because I don't like her and want to elope with someone else, she ran away on her own to find me. Kid, if you ruin someone's marriage, I will surely fight you to the death. Because of your delay, if I can't escape, even if I end up marrying Bulma in the end, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth and grind your bones to dust."

Li Xing spoke with such sincerity that it sounded completely genuine.

Yamcha subconsciously pulled back his strength to think.

Seeing this, Li Xing was overjoyed.

He hadn't expected to bluff the other man so easily.

After a heavy, powerful punch, Li Xing used the recoil to launch himself into the air.

Moving with the speed of a hare and the agility of a falcon, he took off in the direction of Xiao Wu's car, leaving only a trail of footprints behind to mark his departure.

Puar flew over and hovered quietly around Yamcha's shoulder.

"Young Master."

Yamcha didn't pursue, instead watching the direction in which Li Xing had vanished.

"Puar, go check and see if the person coming is a woman."

He paused for a moment.

"And also, check if it's really the Hoi-Poi Capsule Corporation."

"Yes!"

Yamcha watched Li Xing leave, gritting his teeth.

"Kid, I hope you weren't lying to me; I could have even helped you rob someone else. If you dared to deceive me, I will hunt you down and kill you."

With that, Yamcha gritted his teeth and left.

Meanwhile, after putting some distance between them, Li Xing realized Yamcha wasn't following and let out a long sigh of relief.

It had seemed fast, but from the moment he started talking until he finally left, three whole minutes had passed.

Once the car behind got close, his lie would inevitably be exposed.

At that point, whether Yamcha would go mad and insist on killing him was anyone's guess.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have accepted this mission to subdue the Pilaf Gang in the first place. Otherwise, I should have had a mission when facing Yamcha. Because of those three guys, my missions for Yamcha, the Ox-King, and even other potential random missions have all disappeared."

Li Xing gritted his teeth in frustration, but there was nothing he could do.

He had made his choice.

He hadn't known that the system wouldn't provide him with any other missions until he completed the current one.

When he chose the Pilaf Gang, he had his own selfish motives.

He wanted to use the technological power of the Pilaf Gang to help himself improve his strength rapidly.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up in such a difficult predicament regarding his strength.

Li Xing never felt that cultivation was simple.

Sun Wukong belonged to a different race and possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts; plus, having been taught by Son Gohan from a young age to lay a foundation, and then spending over a decade in the mountains and forests tempering his body, that was the only reason he had his current strength.

Krillin suffered bullying at the Shaolin Temple for years, performing countless menial tasks, yet what was his strength in the end?

The two of them enrolled under Master Roshi at the same time, training for eight months; how much did they improve?

Compared to Yamcha, a powerhouse of the same era, Krillin and Sun Wukong had long since left him in the dust by an immeasurable distance.

When it comes to training, if you lack the guidance of a master and practice blindly on your own, ruining your body is truly the least of your worries.

Look at the gap between Tien Shinhan, Krillin, Yamcha, and the others later on, compared to Sun Wukong, who had received guidance from Mr. Popo at Kami's Lookout.

While this was certainly due to Sun Wukong consuming the Ultra Divine Water and his own innate talent, the guidance of a master was the most important factor.

Otherwise, why couldn't Sun Wukong defeat Tien Shinhan during his first dozen years of training?

Was it not simply because his potential had yet to be tapped, and he had not yet found the correct path for his training?