As Tien Shinhan's hand was about to reach the Dragon Ball, a fast-moving pale-white Kamehameha easily interrupted the process.
"A Kamehameha? From the Turtle School? Who's here?" The moment he saw the Kamehameha, Tien Shinhan recognized this technique, which enjoyed quite a reputation within Langya.
If an old senior had arrived, he truly wouldn't be able to beat him.
Still, he was quite excited about the prospect of sparring with someone from the Turtle School.
"It's me, Krillin of the Turtle School."
A small bald head met a big bald head.
The Turtle School?
Not far away, Coulson hurriedly jotted down the name.
He would check what it meant once he got back to the bureau.
Tien Shinhan saw that a shorty had arrived: "What do you want?"
Tien Shinhan's three eyes narrowed slightly: "It seems you know about this orb, but since we're both from Langya, I can't kill you. I'll just have to put you in the hospital for a few months."
Of course, Tien Shinhan wasn't all that interested in this Dragon Ball; he had simply sensed it by chance and thus came to collect it.
What interested him most was still trading blows and having a sparring match with someone from the Turtle School.
Tien Shinhan extended one hand forward in a claw-like shape, pulling his other hand back to his waist to charge his energy.
He struck a combat stance.
Krillin likewise assumed his classic starting posture.
Forsaking the method of bombarding each other with Kamehamehas from afar, they pulled back their fists to charge their energy and engaged in close-quarters combat.
Krillin, being short, dodged up and down, left and right, struggling to cope.
Tien Shinhan, being taller, charged about recklessly, pressing the attack against Krillin.
If someone skilled in combat were to watch,