Bursting with Qi

Huff—huff—huff—

Son Gohan lay spread-eagled on the ground, gulping down ragged breaths, while Mr. Popo stood off to the side watching him, looking as if nothing had happened.

After resting for five minutes, Son Gohan grunted, tightened his waist, and flipped himself up from the ground with a kip-up.

Seeing Son Gohan get up, Mr. Popo kindly reminded him, "Mr. Popo suggests you rest a little longer."

"No need!"

Son Gohan waved his hand and said, "I can keep going. This much is nothing to me!"

If he had an ordinary human body, Son Gohan would not have dared to push himself like this. After all, overexertion could ruin the body.

But Son Gohan had Saiyan blood!

Anyone who understood the physique of that warrior race knew that the stronger the pressure, the more it could force out their potential!

And Son Gohan had a complete trump card. After all, no matter how exhausted or worn out his body became, one Senzu Bean could solve it, so there was nothing to fear.

That was also why, in Dragon Balls, Senzu Beans were basically recognized by more than ninety percent of fans as the biggest bug.

The two fought again, battling for a full half hour, and in the end Son Gohan still collapsed from exhaustion.

He reached into his clothes, wanting to take out a Senzu Bean, but after hesitating for a moment, Son Gohan withdrew his hand.

"Mr. Popo, I'm hungry. Can you take me to eat a meal?"

If he could save Senzu Beans, he would. Unless it was necessary, Son Gohan did not plan to use them.

Because only under true extreme conditions could he thoroughly dig out the potential inside his body and raise his strength as quickly as possible.

Very soon, Mr. Popo made Son Gohan a table full of an extremely sumptuous feast. After all, he knew all too well Son Goku's terrifying appetite.

Sure enough, as Son Goku's son, Son Gohan had unquestionably inherited that trait.

Enough food to stuff five people was cleaned out by Son Gohan alone.

Holding his stomach, Son Gohan gave a satisfied burp. This was his first time eating until he was this full. Though he had eaten quite a lot at home before, it had never felt like this.

The most frightening thing was that in less than an hour, Son Gohan's stomach had completely shrunk back down, proving that all the food had been fully digested.

Standing up, Son Gohan, who had rested for an hour, moved his body, and a series of cracking sounds came from his joints.

"Mr. Gohan, are you going to continue?" Mr. Popo, who had been waiting beside him the whole time, asked.

"Of course I'm continuing!" Son Gohan said excitedly.

One had to know that at this stage, Mr. Popo, who never tired, whose strength was unfathomable, and whom you never had to worry about injuring, could be called the best sparring partner on Earth right now, bar none.

By now, Son Gohan had already found his own attacking rhythm, and this was also why Mr. Popo was the best gold-medal sparring partner.

But Son Gohan was still not satisfied!

He looked at Mr. Popo and began to sink his mind, while the rhythm of his breathing also began to change.

Huff. Son Gohan launched the attack on his own and arrived in front of Mr. Popo.

The moment his fist came out, Mr. Popo's eyes changed slightly. He seemed to have sensed something.

Just as Mr. Popo dodged, Son Gohan's body reacted as well, and an attack that was almost on the same frequency chased after Mr. Popo.

But Mr. Popo's body reacted the same way, and he immediately dodged away.

The battle between the two instantly turned into a situation where they were fighting each other for the attacking rhythm, but Son Gohan discovered that he was always one step slower and simply could not seize what he wanted.

Mr. Popo was always one step earlier than Son Gohan, as if he had completely seen through the latter's thoughts.

This left Son Gohan very helpless, but when he thought that the one sparring with him was Mr. Popo, he quickly let it go.

In that case, he would treat it like those boxing coaches training professional boxers, cultivating the fighter's feel.

Son Gohan began constantly squeezing his body, wanting to fight Mr. Popo for that hair's breadth of attacking rhythm.

But how could Mr. Popo's strength truly let Son Gohan seize it? However, he was also steadily raising his defensive rhythm.

That was right. Mr. Popo was gradually increasing his strength, because Son Gohan's strength was likewise constantly improving.

As for Son Gohan himself, he actually did not feel anything particularly special. He only felt that the more he fought, the smoother it became!

There was an indescribable power throughout his body, roaring all along like floodwaters breaking through a dam, wanting to surge out from the depths of his body.

At the same time, it was like a tiger that had lain dormant for a long time, and at this moment, it pushed off with all four limbs, opened its great maw, and charged out.

At this moment, Son Gohan's energy, vitality, and spirit suddenly changed!

An aura difficult to distinguish with the naked eye began to emerge from Son Gohan's body, and his originally drooping hair slowly began to drift.

Mr. Popo very keenly sensed the change in Son Gohan's body, but still guided him with strength just a notch above his.

This was where Mr. Popo was brilliant.

A true ace sparring partner could guide with strength just one notch higher, continuously drawing out the fighter's potential.

The more Son Gohan fought, the stronger the aura around him became. Even a pale white aura visible to the naked eye had already begun bursting from his body.

But just then, Mr. Popo abruptly launched an attack!

In the past, as long as Mr. Popo attacked, Son Gohan would definitely be knocked straight out of his offensive rhythm.

But this time, Mr. Popo's attack missed, while Son Gohan's fist struck him instead.

Even so, in the next instant, Son Gohan's body still flew backward, because Mr. Popo's attack had still landed on his abdomen.

Huff—huff!

Son Gohan rose into a half crouch, panting heavily, but there was no dissatisfaction on his face from having been knocked away by Mr. Popo. On the contrary, he looked extremely happy.

Because that exchange just now had proven that his strength had made very clear progress!

"You should eat a Senzu Bean," Mr. Popo reminded him.

Son Gohan froze. Just as he was about to say there was no need, he heard Mr. Popo continue, "Before, it was fatigue in your muscles. This time is different."

"How is it different?" Son Gohan asked in confusion.

"Just now, you stimulated the 'ki' inside your body. If you keep fighting the same way as before, your body will break down," Mr. Popo explained to Son Gohan in detail.

"Ki?" Son Gohan was startled when he heard that. Then a look of delight appeared on his face, and he pressed, "Mr. Popo, you just said I used ki!?"

"That's right." Mr. Popo nodded.

Son Gohan was instantly overjoyed. After all, before this, he had always attacked purely with his body and had never used "ki"!

And in the fight with Mr. Popo just now, no wonder he had felt the longer he fought, the smoother it became, as if there were inexhaustible strength inside him!

So it turned out he had already stimulated the "ki" within his body and applied it in the fight earlier.