I have no choice but to use that ultimate trump card! It's dangerous, but Goku probably won't die!
"Thunder... Shock... Surprise!"
At a disadvantage, Jackie Chun no longer wanted to drag things out. He already knew how far Son Goku had grown and intended to defeat him with this move, to show him that there was always someone stronger, always a higher mountain.
"Ha!"
Jackie Chun gathered golden electricity in both hands and sent it at Son Goku.
"Aaaah..."
Son Goku screamed in agony, golden electricity enveloping his entire body.
"Hurry up and surrender!" Jackie Chun said.
"I... I won't!" Son Goku said stubbornly.
"Aaaah..."
"Say it already! You'll die if this keeps up," Jackie Chun said anxiously.
"I won't lose to you..."
Jackie Chun snapped, "You stubborn brat, you really will die!"
Bulma and the others all watched in worry, then began urging him to give up.
The spectators held their breath, as though they could hear one another's heartbeats.
"Don't push yourself, Goku!"
"Surrender, Goku!"
"You've done well enough, Goku!"
Hearing his friends' pleas, Son Goku decided to surrender too. Just as he was about to open his mouth and admit defeat, he could hold out no longer and fainted.
"Goku..."
Jackie Chun hastily withdrew his energy, ran over to check on him, and then performed CPR.
After a while, Son Goku opened his eyes and said weakly, "Old man, that move of yours really is amazing."
Seeing that Son Goku was all right, Jackie Chun sighed in relief and looked at the announcer without a word.
"Congratulations to Jackie Chun on advancing to the finals! In the next match, Yamcha will face Wumu."
Jackie Chun carried Son Goku off the ring. Since there was no break between the semifinals, Wumu and Yamcha stepped up.
In the spacious ring, Wumu and Yamcha stood facing each other.
The spectators held their breath, as though they could hear one another's heartbeats.
Wumu clenched both fists, his gaze resolute. Win this match, and I'm in the finals. His body leaned slightly forward, his legs tensed, ready to attack at any moment.
Yamcha watched him solemnly.
"Let me see how strong you are!"
He stood as firmly as a mountain in the ring, both hands shaped like wolf claws.
The battle erupted. Wumu's figure flashed as he charged at Yamcha like a phantom.
His steps were light and agile, yet each footfall made the ground tremble slightly, kicking up clouds of dust like a golden whirlwind.
Yamcha remained unhurried, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
Like a wolf, he nimbly slipped sideways, easily evading Wumu's attack.
Immediately afterward, he deftly used the principle of "four ounces deflecting a thousand pounds," overcoming force with softness and neutralizing Wumu's offensive.
At this, Wumu frowned slightly and immediately changed moves.
He drew a deep breath and thrust his right hand forward, unleashing Mountain-Splitting Palm.
The wind from his palm howled with overwhelming force, as though it would destroy everything.
Yamcha dared not let his guard down in the slightest. He nimbly leaped backward, avoiding the ferocious blow.
Then he launched a flying kick, his leg tracing a graceful yet deadly arc through the air. The wind it stirred up howled, making the surrounding leaves rustle loudly.
Wumu darted back several steps, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.
"Take this! Tiger-Subduing Form!"
His voice boomed like a thunderclap, resounding throughout the ring.
Yamcha narrowed his eyes slightly and crossed his arms before his chest, intending to take the move head-on.
He retreated several steps, feeling the strength of his opponent.
His gaze was focused, fixed intently on Wumu.
He drew a deep breath, adjusting his breathing and rhythm.
Then his legs began to bend slightly, ready to spring.
"Super Wolf Fang Fist!"
Immediately afterward, Yamcha shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow.
His leg muscles tightened, his strength exploding in an instant.
As he charged, his body tilted slightly, as though merging with the wind.
His legs began spinning swiftly like a whirlwind, stirring up a powerful current of air.
Dust billowed wherever he passed, forming a spectacular sight, like a great dragon wheeling through the air and roaring as it charged at Wumu.
Seeing Yamcha sweep toward him like a whirlwind, a trace of surprise flashed through Wumu's eyes, but he did not panic.
He quickly shifted his feet, trying to dodge the fierce blow sideways. However, Yamcha was so fast that Wumu could only hastily raise both arms to defend.
Yamcha's movements were fluid and natural, every swipe of his claws and kick of his legs filled with power and beauty.
He grew faster and faster, the shadows of his legs and claws weaving a dense, dazzling net in the air.
Even the surrounding air seemed to churn beneath the force of his fists, giving off a shrill howl.
That howling was like a war drum, spurring Yamcha to unleash even greater strength.
The spectators stared unblinkingly at the two in the ring, afraid of missing a single thrilling moment.
The power of this Super Wolf Fang Fist was astonishing, its momentum overwhelming and unstoppable.
Although Wumu defended with all his strength, he could still feel that tremendous impact. His feet slid backward across the ground, leaving two deep tracks.
Faced with this powerful attack, Wumu's expression grew increasingly grave. He gritted his teeth and concentrated on dealing with Yamcha's offensive.
Wumu marveled inwardly.
As expected of early-stage Yamcha. His martial arts talent really is impressive.
Yamcha, meanwhile, took no joy in his momentary advantage and merely watched Wumu solemnly.
Wumu prepared to launch an offensive.
"Yamcha, watch out. If you can't take the next moves, you'll die!"
Moving with agility, Wumu stepped forward and swung his right arm fiercely, unleashing a powerful chopping move from Bajiquan that cleaved toward his opponent like a giant axe.
Yet Yamcha remained unhurried. He turned slightly sideways, easily avoiding the ferocious blow.
Immediately afterward, he kicked swiftly, using skillful legwork to neutralize his opponent's offensive.
Wumu was not discouraged. He quickly adjusted his stance, unleashing punches like a raging storm.
Every punch carried tremendous power and the howl of rushing wind.
Yamcha countered each move as it came, weaving nimbly through the flurry of fists.
Sometimes he slipped sideways, and sometimes he raised a hand to block, deftly neutralizing Wumu's attacks.
Wumu suddenly unleashed Mountain-Collapsing Palm, his palm bearing overwhelming force as it drove straight toward his opponent's chest.
However, Yamcha was prepared. He quickly took a step back while tracing an arc with both hands, overcoming force with softness to dissipate the palm strike's power.
The two traded blows, their moves changing unpredictably.
Every move was a clash of strength and skill that dazzled the spectators.
During the fierce confrontation, Yamcha's breathing gradually grew labored, but his gaze remained resolute. Yamcha knew full well that the slightest carelessness in this contest could lead to defeat.
Finally, after an intense struggle, Wumu caught an opening in Yamcha's defense and secured victory with an Iron Mountain Lean.
Yamcha flew out of the ring...
Wumu did not grow arrogant or complacent over this. Instead, he smiled, expressing his appreciation for Yamcha's performance.
Through this thrilling duel, he had not only learned how to apply Bajiquan appropriately in this world, but also witnessed early-stage Yamcha's solid foundations.
"Oh...!"
The spectators below erupted in thunderous cries!
The spectators applauded enthusiastically, their thunderous applause continuing for a long time.
Uncle Malo's family could not help rising to their feet and cheering for Wumu.
"Congratulations to Wumu on advancing to the finals! After a half-hour break, Wumu will face Jackie Chun in the final!"