(Five Updates Today-Please Follow Along) So You're Yamcha?

'This guy should be even stronger than before.'

'I heard it's some kind of special training, with Goku.'

Yamcha stared intently into Fang Yu's eyes, pondering a strategy.

"Then the only option is to defeat him in one fell swoop, taking advantage of his underestimation of his strength and eliminating him!"

On the stage, just as Yamcha was about to unleash his "Wolf Fang Fist," a sharp shout suddenly came from the audience, "Beat this scumbag to a pulp!"

Bulma somehow managed to squeeze to the front row, cupping her hands around her mouth and shouting, her orange miniskirt standing out conspicuously in the crowd.

Yamcha paused, his wolf-like aura almost causing him to blurt out, "Hey! Didn't we agree to wish each other well when we broke up?!"

"Who would wish blessings on an ex-boyfriend who cheated on them eight times?!"

"I didn't cheat on you!" Yamcha, unconvinced.

"Who has seven or eight women living in their house Tenten?! Isn't that right?! You're living in the house I gave you, and you still have other women with you, isn't that cheating?!"

"No! I just can't say no!" Yamcha, hands on his hips.

Fang Yu looked at Yamcha and said, "You talk too much. Can we start? I can't wait to eliminate you. Laozi can't stand people who are popular with women."

"Alright! Wolf Fang! Wind Fist!"

Oh.

Wolf Fang Fist?

Then I will.

"Great Luo Buddha Hands!"

Fang Yu gently pushed forward with his right palm.

Boom!

A golden palm print three zhang high rolled over the arena, Yamcha howled and collapsed like a wild dog hit by a truck!

Yamucha flew upside down and smashed into three guardrails. The steel bars embedded in the stands formed a "tai" shape, and his hair still maintained the shape of a broom blown by the wind from his palm.

"Cough, this is not scientific!" Yamcha muttered, spitting out blood. "How can the difference be so great?"

At this moment, Yamcha was unaware that Fang Yu had stopped.

If he had gone all out, Yamcha would have already been reincarnated in another world by now.

Bulma bounced and threw her bouquet at the ring. "Yay!"

The referee, wiping his sweat, raised Fang Yu's hand. "Winner. Yu!"

Chiaotzu floated in a corner of the audience, its eyes narrowed, taking in the entire duel between Fang Yu and Yamcha.

When he saw the "Great Luo Buddha Hands" instantly defeat Yamcha, his small body trembled slightly, and he subconsciously covered his mouth.

"Wow, that's amazing," Chiaotzu murmured softly, a seriousness beyond her years appearing on her youthful face.

He recalled Tien Shinhan's warning and compared it to the power of the palm strike he had just received; his three fingers unconsciously twisted together.

"General Yu is even stronger than Tien Shinhan said."

He was lost in thought when he suddenly heard an announcement: "Contestants who have advanced, please come to the central arena to draw lots!"

Chiaotzu hurriedly floated towards the lottery area, glancing back at Fang Yu's direction along the way. The sight of his golden pupils shimmering in the sunlight made his heart flutter for no reason.

'I can't let him run into my senior brother, and I can't run into this guy either.'

'Then...'

The Chiaotzu -shaped lottery box was transparent, and Fang Yu's name was moved aside.

Standing in front of the lottery box, Krillin nervously swallowed.

When he unfolded the note and saw the word "Chiaotzu," his face immediately fell. "Oh no! It's that brat with superpowers!"

Hearing the exclamation from afar, Chiaotzu tilted her head and revealed an innocent smile, which sent a chill down Krillin's spine.

Fang Yu casually unfolded his slip of paper.

"Baput? Who's that?"

Master Roshi, sporting a wig, walked over at some point and introduced, "Baput is a super genius fighter. He Champion the other two World Martial World Martial Arts Tournament Championships besides the World Martial Arts Tournament. He's very strong."

After Master Roshi's introduction, Fang Yu did have some impression of it, but there were very few things he remembered.

This guy must have been knocked unconscious by Goku with a single slap.

He was at the pinnacle of ordinary people's abilities, yet he encountered aliens.

The announcement from the World Martial Arts Tournament's loudspeaker resounded throughout the venue:

"Next match, Yu will face Baput!"

A cheer erupted from the stands; clearly, Baput's performance in the qualifiers had made him memorable to many.

Fang Yu lazily Earth Flow the arena, his golden pupils slightly narrowed, his tail swaying gently, showing little interest.

Baput is a Muay Thai expert with well-defined muscles, dark skin, and sharp, piercing eyes.

He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of Muay Thai shorts, with white bandages wrapped around his hands, exuding a fierce martial arts aura.

"General Yu?" Baput's voice was deep and powerful, with a hint of challenge. "I've heard you're very strong."

Fang Yu shrugged, his tail curling up and then relaxing. "It's alright, at least better than that guy with the Wolf Fang Fist from before."

Baput's lips curled into a slight smile as he slowly raised his fists, assuming the classic Muay Thai stance. "I've practiced Muay Thai for fifteen years and have never lost. Today, I'll show you the true way of martial arts!"

Fang Yu tilted his head. "Save your breath. You don't have alien genes, so it's useless."

Baput's eyes narrowed, and without further ado, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, charging towards Fang Yu like a cannonball!

His right knee rose high, and a fierce "flying knee strike" aimed straight at Fang Yu's chest!

Fang Yu blocked with one hand, and the wooden planks of the arena beneath his feet cracked slightly.

"Oh? Not bad." Fang Yu smiled. "Much stronger than Yamcha."

Without pausing, Baput spun around the moment he landed, his left leg whipping towards Fang Yu's side like a whip!

The "Thai sweep kick" created a sharp whistling sound, and its speed drew gasps from the audience.

Fang Yu dodged easily with a flash, but Baput seemed to have anticipated it, and his right fist followed closely behind, delivering an elbow strike straight for Fang Yu's throat!

"Snap!" Fang Yu raised his hand to block, and the two arms collided, making a crisp sound.

"Your reaction is quick," Baput said in a deep voice, his fighting spirit intensifying. "But the essence of Muay Thai goes far beyond that!"

Before he finished speaking, his offensive suddenly accelerated! Punches, elbows, knees, and legs came down like a storm, each strike precise and ruthless, without the slightest unnecessary movement.

"Interesting." Fang Yu's lips curled up slightly. He suddenly took a step back to create some distance and slowly raised his hands. "Then I'll be a little more serious."

Baput frowned, but did not stop his attack, and pressed forward again!

This time, however, Fang Yu didn't dodge, but went straight to meet him!

Baput's pupils contracted, and before he could react, Fang Yu gently pushed with his right palm, and an invisible force suddenly erupted!

"Great Luo Buddha Hands!"

"Boom--!"

Baput was sent flying backward, only realizing before losing consciousness that Fang Yu had been toying with him.

"The winner General Yu!" the referee announced loudly.

A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience. Fang Yu watched as Baput was carried away by medical staff and sighed softly, "A hardworking genius? It feels like seeing my roommate who worked so hard to become a rat in Puba for a week, delivering six sets of top-secret materials a day without firing a single shot."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Krillin nervously swallowed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Damn it, how did I end up drawing this kid with superpowers?" He glanced back at Fang Yu and said with a wry smile, "Why am I so unlucky?"

The Chiaotzu in the distance floated in the air, waving innocently at him, but it sent a chill down Krillin's spine.

Fang Yu patted Krillin on the shoulder, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Don't be a coward, try the Kamehameha."

Krillin was taken aback, then clenched his fist and nodded emphatically. "Yes! I have that move too!"

The two stepped onto the ring, and the audience erupted in cheers.

Krillin took a deep breath, assumed the starting stance of the Turtle School, and silently chanted in his heart, "I must win!"

The referee raised his arm. "The game begins!"