Turles ' punches and kicks were swift and powerful.
Merus, however, moved with the agility of the wind, always managing to deflect the violent force at the most ingenious angles.
Above the valley, two figures collided and separated in an instant, the resulting shockwaves crushing the rocks below into dust.
Turles's fighting spirit only grew stronger despite his prolonged siege.
He held nothing back, unleashing the full power within him.
"Haaaaaah--!"
With a roar, countless dazzling golden Ki Wave shot out indiscriminately in all directions from him!
The Ki Wave intertwined to form a dense, impenetrable net, completely blocking all of Merus's possible escape routes.
However, standing at the center of this destructive energy network, Merus appeared unusually calm.
He simply strolled leisurely among the gaps in the explosions.
One step to the left, one step to the right.
Beams of energy grazed past the hem of his clothes, exploding behind him with a deafening roar and unleashing a raging inferno.
Yet, from beginning to end, not a single speck of dust remained on his uniform.
After several unsuccessful attempts, Turles gasped for breath, and the raging golden aura around him gradually subsided.
He landed slowly on the ground, choosing to give up.
This kind of dimensional gap cannot be bridged simply by increasing power.
Although the sparring session made him realize once again the vast gap between them, it did not discourage him.
On the contrary, his desire to explore higher levels of power became even stronger.
" Merus..."
Turles stared intently at the Galactic Patrol opposite him, whose breathing was steady and who hadn't even broken a sweat, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
Who exactly are you?
Merus simply looked at him calmly, without answering.
Turles took a step forward.
"With your power, how could you have remained hidden as an unknown Galactic Patrol for so many years without anyone noticing?"
Faced with Turles's questioning, Merus paused for a moment, then gently shook his head.
"I am indeed a Galactic Patrol."
This answer made Turles frown.
"This is not only my current job," Merus added, his tone revealing a pure dedication to the preservation of cosmic peace, "But also the life I love!"
Seeing that he was unwilling to reveal his true identity, Turles didn't bother to ask any further.
"Fine, since you don't want to talk about it..."
A pure thirst for power gleamed in Turles' eyes.
"I still have some questions about spiritual practice!"
Seeing the undisguised fervor in Turles' eyes, Merus smiled faintly and nodded slightly, a hint of tacit approval in his eyes.
Turles stopped wasting words, sat down cross-legged, and posed the question he had always had about the exploration of power.
"I'd like to know, for someone like you, is there any question of whether my method of spiritual practice is 'correct' or not?"
This is his deepest inner confusion.
Upon hearing this, Merus fell into a brief moment of thought.
Then, he slowly shook his head.
This action directly shattered Turles's obsession with "absolute correctness."
"Whether the method of cultivation is correct or not, the ultimate goal is to obtain great power."
Merus explained softly.
"From this perspective, it's difficult to define what is absolutely correct, because often, 'reasonable' does not equate to 'absolute'!"
He continued elaborating.
"I've seen far too many so-called 'wrong' practices of spiritual cultivation, but these are often the result of a combination of factors..."
Merus raised his hand and pointed at Turles.
"Based on my observations... there are fundamental differences at the genetic level among different races, and then there are the cultivation philosophies established from the very beginning, which are also very important and difficult to change..."
Merus then changed the subject, his gaze towards Turles revealing undisguised admiration.
"In my opinion, your method of cultivation is relatively 'reasonable'."
"Judging from your mastery of the 'application' of power, even most long-lived races, if they devoted their entire lives to it, could not reach your current level!"
This comment sent a jolt through Turles's mind.
"From Saiyan's perspective," Merus concluded, "Theoretically, your training method is almost impossible to replicate!"
You are special!
Is it something that even a lifetime of effort would be insufficient to achieve?
Turles murmured softly.
"What if we look at it from a perspective other than that of Saiyan?"
He raised a new question, cleverly shifting the topic from its own limitations to a more macroscopic cosmic perspective.
This wasn't just out of curiosity; it was also to pry more information about the nature of power from this unfathomable individual.
Upon hearing this, Merus pondered for a moment.
"As I just mentioned, some races may be naturally more efficient in the use of strength."
His voice was calm, as if he were stating a perfectly ordinary fact.
" Saiyan, on the other hand, not only have an innate sense of efficiency and precision in the use of power, but are also very easily influenced by emotions..."
At this point, Merus changed the subject.
"But this perspective doesn't necessarily indicate who is more correct."
"Because most races that are more efficient at using power are often born weak, and the power they accumulate over a lifetime may not even equal the power that Saiyan could easily obtain by Great Ape Transformation..."
"Yeah?"
Turles nodded in understanding; he had gleaned the information he wanted from Merus ' words.
Immediately, his eyes narrowed as he recalled the assessment Merus had given him in Hell.
"So, from your perspective, am I merely scratching the surface of how to 'apply' power?"
This question carries a subtle hint of provocation.
He acknowledged that Merus was strong, but the assessment of "just getting started" was undoubtedly a sting to someone like him who had perfected the "application" of power.
The wind in the valley seemed to have stopped.
Merus remained silent for a moment, his calm eyes fixed on Turles.
He did not deny it.
"The universe is vast, and countless races coexist within it."
His voice echoed gently through the valley, carrying a transcendent and ethereal quality.
Some races are born with the ability to perfectly Control and 'apply' their power!
Is it possible to apply it perfectly from birth?
Turles understood the unspoken meaning in Merus ' words.
He himself...
They are probably a race that is born with the ability to perfectly "apply" their power.
Even if it isn't, it's very close.
No wonder...
By this time, Turles had a vague idea of what Merus's origins were...
Turles ' gaze toward Merus became incredibly profound.
But he wisely refrained from making things clear.
Seeing that Turles had fallen into a long silence, Merus slowly stood up, dusted off non-existent dust from his clothes, and broke the tranquility of the valley.
"Perhaps you could try learning something new!"
Upon hearing this, Turles' body jolted violently.
He raised his head, his golden pupils suddenly contracting as he locked onto Merus.
"I'll teach you!"
Merus ' gaze was calm as still water as he extended an olive branch.
"Perhaps you can gain some inspiration from this!"
Are you sure?
Turles's gaze hardened.
Merus met his scrutinizing and surprised gaze with a smile.
"What's wrong?"
Don't you want to learn?
Do you want to learn?
Of course he wants to!