She shouted loudly, her voice booming through the training grounds like thunder, startling even the birds perched on distant rooftops into flight.
"I can finally fight the Saiyans from the Seventh Universe! I heard there's one over there called Kakarot who's insanely strong!"
As she spoke, she threw several punches through the air, her fists howling through the wind, her eyes blazing with fiery fighting spirit.
Kale stood beside her without saying a word, but her fists had already clenched so tightly that her nails nearly dug into her palms.
The light in her eyes ran deep, as if the battle-loving instincts in her Saiyan blood had suddenly awakened.
But soon, she frowned, a small crease forming between her brows.
She raised her head, her gaze slightly puzzled.
"Lord Chen Feng," Kale said, her voice much softer but equally firm, "you just said... you needed four team members?" She paused, seeming to count the numbers. "There are three of us, plus Mr. Hit and Mr. Frost. Doesn't that make five?"
Chen Feng answered directly, "That's right. Me, Hit, Frost, and two of you."
The air immediately grew heavy.
Caulifla and Cabba turned to look at each other almost at the same time. Their eyes met in midair, and each could see the shock and confusion in the other's gaze.
Caulifla's smile froze, while Cabba opened his mouth but failed to speak at once.
After several seconds of awkward silence, Cabba finally recovered. "But, Lord Chen Feng, there are... three of us here." His tone was cautious, every word exceptionally clear.
Chen Feng's expression did not change in the slightest, as though he had expected this all along.
He calmly swept his gaze over the three of them, taking in Caulifla's lingering excitement, the worry slowly appearing on Kale's face, and