Since Ancient Times, the Left Has Always Lost the Beam Struggle

At that moment, the air seemed to be stretched into countless taut steel wires, emitting teeth-grating hissing sounds.

As Goku moved at high speed, every hair on his body stood on end. He could clearly sense that the space around the point where Chen He stood seemed to be twisting bizarrely, unable to bear that kind of weight.

So heavy... Just getting close to him feels like my body is sinking into a swamp!

Goku marveled inwardly, but his footwork grew even more nimble. He was smart. After witnessing Tien Shinhan and Yamcha's crushing defeats, he would never be foolish enough to clash head-on with Chen He. He was waiting—waiting for Chen He to reveal a moment of weakness as he gasped under that immense burden.

Whoosh!

Goku's figure abruptly vanished from behind Chen He's left side.

Behind me!

The thought flashed through Chen He's mind. Fifty times gravity had not only locked up his joints, but had also dulled his massive aura perception.

With no time to turn his heavy body around, Chen He swung his lead-filled left arm backward, his five fingers suddenly curling into a fist as he smashed viciously toward the piercing sound of rushing wind.

Boom!

The instant that punch was thrown, the air let out another overloaded explosion. But this time, Goku did not retreat.

"Afterimage Fist!"

Chen He's iron fist punched straight through the afterimage left behind, and the shockwave from his fist wind blasted the nearby spectator railing to pieces. However, the real Goku had already used the blind spot created by that punch and the rebound of the wooden boards below to launch himself like a cannonball straight at Chen He's exposed chest!

"Haaah!!"

Goku's heavy punch slammed solidly into the arm Chen He had raised across his chest.

Bang—!

The dull sound of flesh colliding was like thunder bursting from flat ground. Chen He's body shook violently, and countless spiderweb cracks instantly spread through the bluestone platform beneath his feet. That strike was heavy. The results of Goku's desperate year of training were no illusion; that pure, condensed ki drilled inward through Chen He's bones.

So hard! In the instant their fists met, Goku's entire right arm was numbed by the impact. He felt as though he had not punched a person, but had struck a solid metal planet with all his strength.

The rebounding force sent Goku tumbling several times through the air before he barely managed to bleed it off. Chen He, meanwhile, merely exhaled a deep breath of murky heat. In those black eyes, there was no pain, no ripple of emotion—only an absolute rationality that chilled people to the bone.

"Very impressive speed and explosive power."

Chen He's voice was low and hoarse from lack of oxygen. His spasming right leg stomped hard against the ground, forcibly halting his retreat. Fifty times gravity was frantically devouring his stamina, and the fighting power remaining in his body had already fallen below thirty percent. Anyone else would have panicked under this helpless feeling of walking a tightrope every second.

But who was he? He was, without question, the strongest at present.

Below the stage, at the edge of the contestants' seating area.

Krillin clasped his hands nervously, his palms drenched in cold sweat. "Goku hit him! But... why do I feel like Senior Brother Chen He doesn't even look like he's about to fall? What exactly is that strange thing on him going to put him through?!"

Yamcha leaned against the wall. Though his complexion had recovered somewhat after resting, as he watched the two youths onstage who had nearly surpassed everything they understood, he could only let out an almost inaudible sigh. "Goku is risking his life, but Chen He... Chen He is fighting with his life on the line. Krillin, did you notice? From just now until now, Chen He hasn't taken a single step back. It's not that he can't dodge. He simply can't be bothered to."

"He's using Goku's fists to shatter the bottleneck inside his own body."

At some point, old man Jackie Chun had walked up behind them. He removed his ridiculous sunglasses, and his weathered eyes were now filled with shock and complicated emotion. As the God of Martial Arts, he saw more deeply than anyone. Every one of Goku's attacks was a pinnacle display of Earth's martial arts; Chen He, meanwhile, was using an almost cruel form of tempering, treating this match as a furnace.

"This little fellow named Chen He... the world he sees is completely different from the one we see." Master Roshi murmured softly, his fists clenched beneath his suit sleeves until they creaked. It was the frustration and gratification of a senior, powerless in the face of a junior's madness.

On the stage, the violent currents of air continued to tear through everything.

The instant Goku landed, his hands had already come together at his waist of their own accord. A brilliant blue glow began to gather wildly in his palms.

"Kamehameha—!!"

Feeling the scorching energy rushing toward him, Chen He not only did not dodge, but slowly assumed a fighting stance.

"Come on, Goku."

A fierce light flashed in Chen He's eyes. His right fist unleashed a terrifying impact that made the entire arena tremble, smashing head-on against the soaring blue pillar of light!