Master Roshi vs. Tien Shinhan

The gong for the third main-draw match rang out heavily. Amid earth-shaking cheers, Jackie Chun stepped onto the arena with a complicated expression.

Below the stage, Chen He still leaned against the darkest corner.

The fiftyfold limit gravity was like an invisible giant hand of steel, constantly crushing his muscle fibers. His skin burned hot, and the sweat that seeped out evaporated into wisps of white vapor the moment it touched the surface of his body.

In his empty mind, that silent gray interface still showed no sign of coming back to life.

Chen He stared at his palm, but his thoughts were entirely immersed in a calm review of the system's rules.

Although he now had 11,150 points, the system's rigid and harsh upgrade mechanism stood before him like a mountain. The system had ten levels in total, and unlocking each level required consuming 10^n times the points needed to unlock the previous level.

Unlocking the Level 1 shop required 1,000 points, and it could only exchange for the most basic items and some basic techniques from the Dragon Ball world.

Unlocking the Level 2 shop required 10,000 points. Here, he could exchange for items that increased battle power. More importantly, it opened exchanges for "Super Saiyan Fragments" and "Bloodline Fragments."

Chen He took a deep breath. The violent rise and fall of his chest made his gravity vest let out a dull scraping sound.

He knew all too well how vicious the system's exchange requirements were. Whether it was the "Super Saiyan Fragments" that directly unlocked transformations or the "Bloodline Fragments" that could raise one's bloodline to that of a Legendary Saiyan, both required an enormous number of points—far beyond what he could currently unlock and exchange for.

What was even more fatal was that, for the system to upgrade, every item and skill from the current level had to be exchanged first.

He had tested it countless times, but the system had never answered what exactly the shop would contain after an upgrade.

"Haa..."

Chen He exhaled a murky breath of hot air and forcibly cut off his thoughts. Whether it was fortune or disaster, he could no longer count on the system. He would have to fight for every single Super Saiyan Fragment he still lacked in the Level 2 shop with his own fists and feet.

On the arena, Jackie Chun and Tien Shinhan had already squared off.

The veins on Tien Shinhan's forehead throbbed. He did not even look at the old man before him, instead instinctively glancing from the corner of his eye at Chen He sitting in the shadows below. The sight of Chen He smashing marble with one palm and blasting through a brick wall clung to his nerves like a nightmare.

"Old man, I don't care who you are." Tien Shinhan gritted his teeth, his voice carrying an uncontrollable trace of agitation and ruthlessness as his hands assumed the Crane School's opening stance once more. "If I can't even get past you cleanly... what right do I have to challenge that monster?!"

Master Roshi's eyes darkened slightly behind his sunglasses. He could sense the obsession and terror in Tien Shinhan's heart, forced out by Chen He to the point of nearly driving him mad. The grandmaster who had lived for centuries sighed inwardly. Chen He's strength was like a blazing sun, making worldly geniuses like them seem no more than insignificant fireflies.

"Young man, your heart is too restless. You won't be able to grasp the essence of martial arts like this," Jackie Chun said quietly. His blue robe stirred without wind, and the steady aura of the God of Martial Arts surged in an instant.

He was not merely trying to suppress Tien Shinhan's killing intent. He also wanted to use this all-out battle to prove something to Chen He, who watched coldly from below—the martial arts of Earth were far more than a simple accumulation of energy and power.

"The third main-draw match begins!"

Boom!

Two dazzling bursts of ki exploded across the arena in an instant as the strongest collision between the Crane School and Turtle School erupted.

Below the stage, Chen He merely raised his head slightly. The pressure of fiftyfold gravity had left his eyes somewhat bloodshot. He watched the exchange on the stage—faster than lightning in the eyes of ordinary people—with indifference, his right hand clenched tightly inside his pocket.