Krillin knew he had to grit his teeth, take a deep breath, spread his legs, and lower his body.
He displayed an absolutely standard and solid starting stance for the Turtle School.
"Come on, Goten!"
Krillin shouted loudly at Son Goten in front of him.
In truth, I was having some doubts.
Did Retasu teach them a special move?
What's the secret weapon?
Could it be what he's thinking?
With piercing eyes, Son Goten earnestly imitated Krillin, clasping his hands together and bowing deeply to Krillin.
Then, his face tightened, his legs bent slightly, and he actually struck a perfectly standard starting stance of the Turtle School Style.
His innocent yet earnest demeanor made the onlookers chuckle.
"Uncle Krillin! Bring it on!"
Before the words had even finished, and before Son Goten's childish voice had even echoed in the air, his legs suddenly strained!
The grass underfoot was instantly crushed, and dirt flew everywhere.
Its small body shot out like a cannonball, charging straight at Krillin and unleashing a rapid and dazzling barrage of close-range attacks without a word.
Every punch and kick he delivered carried a force far beyond his years.
Behind them, Retasu and Trunks were completely stunned.
Their eyes widened in surprise, and their mouths formed an "O" shape.
What's going on?!
Didn't I just teach you the secret technique?
Why did you rush up in such a moment of excitement?
Have you completely forgotten about it?!
Despite Son Goten's fierce attack, Krillin dared not be careless in the slightest.
He quickly lowered his waist and stood on his right, his arms crossing in front of his chest to block, his movements fluid and graceful.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The small fist collided repeatedly with Krillin's strong forearm, producing a series of muffled sonic booms that rippled through the air.
After a series of intense, hand-to-hand combat tests, Krillin gradually figured out Son Goten's true strength.
This kid's strength is indeed astonishing, but his attack pattern hasn't changed much from before; he's relying entirely on brute force and instinct.
Krillin's tense nerves finally relaxed slightly.
It seems that this kid didn't use any of the so-called "secret techniques" taught by Retasu.
He suddenly swung his arm, sending Son Goten back several steps, and quickly created distance between them.
Krillin's eyes narrowed instantly, and his aura suddenly changed.
" Kaioken!"
He shouted in a low, stern voice.
In an instant, a dazzling, violent orange-red aura erupted from his body!
A powerful airflow swept outwards from him, creating visible shockwaves that made the clothes of the onlookers flutter in the wind.
After activating the Kaioken, Krillin's strength and speed instantly surged!
Although Krillin has now undergone arduous training and possesses the power to defeat this Saiyan child even without using the Kaioken, using the Kaioken would allow him to do so with greater ease, highlighting his status as an elder.
His figure transformed into an orange-red afterimage, disappearing from the spot before Son Goten could react.
A swift side kick landed precisely on Son Goten's back.
"Ugh!"
Son Goten felt a sharp pain, and his small body flew forward uncontrollably.
Before he could regain his footing, the orange-red afterimage reappeared in front of him like a ghost.
Son Goten was completely suppressed. The orange-red afterimages skillfully circled around and launched surprise attacks several times, forcing him to retreat step by step, with no power to fight back.
After a fierce and intense battle, Son Goten's face turned bright red, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his breathing became rapid.
If Krillin hadn't deliberately held back, Son Goten probably wouldn't have been able to withstand even a single blow...
Seeing this, Retasu, who was standing outside the field, was so anxious that he stomped his feet.
This can't go on!
He finally couldn't hold back any longer and shouted at the top of his lungs, " Goten! Use the move I taught you!"
This shout caused both players on the field to pause simultaneously.
Upon hearing this, Krillin promptly withdrew his fist, dissipating most of his orange-red aura.
He landed steadily on the ground, displaying the composure of an elder, standing still, watching the panting little guy opposite him with a mix of trepidation and curiosity.
Son Goten let out a long sigh of relief, finally managing to steady himself.
Hearing Retasu's reminder, he seemed to finally remember something.
His eyes suddenly narrowed, and his two small hands clenched into fists, gripping them tightly at his waist.
He lowered his entire body slightly, spread his legs, and assumed a posture as if he were about to unleash all the power within his body.
This pose...
Seeing this familiar setup, Amond, Daiz, and the others watching from afar all showed expressions of surprise.
His previously nonchalant gaze began to subtly shift towards anticipation.
All eyes were focused on that small figure.
Vegeta crossed his arms and stared intently at Son Goten's movements, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitching uncontrollably.
He turned his head abruptly and questioned Son Goku beside him in an extremely displeased tone.
"Hey! Kakarot! Don't tell me this kid can become Super Saiyan too!"
Upon hearing this, Son Goku subconsciously touched his signature crab head, a trademark innocent smile on his face.
"Hehe, I wouldn't know about that..."
Under the expectant gaze of everyone, time ticked by, second by second.
Son Goten's face turned bright red as he held back his anger, and beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and slid down his cheeks.
He clenched his teeth, and every muscle in his body trembled.
But...
However, no changes occurred in him for a long time.
He turned around embarrassedly, looked at Retasu and Trunks in the distance, their faces full of black lines and almost petrified, scratched his head, and grinned awkwardly.
"It seems... I've forgotten..."
Upon hearing this,
Retasu and Trunks stumbled and fell face-first onto the grass.