Master Roshi bent his knees slightly, planted his feet firmly in the soft sand, and held his hands in front of his chest as if forming a ball.
The old rice cooker, its paint chipped and its lid wide open, stood forlornly in the sea breeze.
Just as he assumed this grandmaster's stance, Master Roshi suddenly froze in place.
He maintained his hands clasped together, tilted his head, first sized up Turles was standing with his arms crossed, and then glanced at Majin Buu, who was rubbing his belly next to him.
Once this Evil Containment Wave is unleashed, a living object must be used as a target to demonstrate the entire process of sealing and containing it.
Turles raised an eyebrow when he saw that the old man hadn't moved for a while after taking a stance.
" Master Roshi, why did you stop?"
This old guy's prelude is way too long; could it be that he's gotten too old and forgotten his lines?
Master Roshi coughed, his tense shoulders slumped, and his neck mechanically turned backward, staring at the beach not far away.
The waves crashed against the shore, and a huge old Sea Turtle lay in the shade of a parasol, limbs outstretched, eyes closed in contentment as it basked in the sun, its heavy shell gleaming in the sunlight.
The old Sea Turtle felt a chill run down its spine when it sensed a malevolent gaze coming from behind.
It slowly opened its tiny, beady eyes, tilted its head to look back, and bumped right into Master Roshi's old face, which was all smiles and wrinkles.
Having lived on this island for so many years, the old Sea Turtle was all too familiar with that expression. Every time the old man showed that cunning smile, nothing good was about to happen.
Master Roshi rubbed his hands together, rubbed the soles of his feet on the sand a couple of times, and spoke with a smile.
"Old turtle! How about you lend me a hand?"
"What?"
The old Sea Turtle was so frightened that it jerked its neck back into its shell and cried out in alarm.
Without even asking what help it could provide, it frantically pawed at the sand with its four short, stubby feet, clumsily turned its body around, and desperately crawled towards the sea.
A martial arts master demonstrating his ultimate technique by using his own pet as a live target—this old man truly lacks any semblance of a master's demeanor.
"Don't run away, old buddy!"
Master Roshi didn't give the old Sea Turtle a chance to enter the sea. He stomped his right foot on the ground, lowered his waist and sat down, and quickly crossed his hands in front of him.
"It's alright! We really couldn't find any help, so I'll give you an extra meal tonight in exchange!"
The moment he finished speaking, Master Roshi's playful smile vanished, and he thrust both palms forward towards the fleeing back of the old Sea Turtle, letting out a low growl.
" Evil Containment Wave!"
boom!
A sudden gust of wind swept across the once calm beach.
Emerald green energy surged from between Master Roshi's palms, rapidly spinning and intertwining in mid-air, instantly transforming into a visible spiral column of energy that roared forward.
The air was torn apart by the high-speed rotating airflow, producing a piercing whistling sound.
The old Sea Turtle, who was digging in the sand with its rear end sticking out, hadn't even figured out what was going on when its whole body suddenly felt light.
All four feet were completely lifted off the ground, followed by a dizzying spin.
The emerald green spiral energy tightly bound its massive tortoise shell, and the powerful traction pulled it directly into the air.
Sand flew up behind it, but its slow crawling speed was nothing compared to that of a martial artist; it hadn't even moved half a meter in a few seconds.
A martial arts master demonstrating his ultimate technique by using his own pet as a live target—this old man truly lacks any semblance of a master's demeanor.
Under Master Roshi Roshi's precise guidance, the old Sea Turtle drew an arc in mid-air, spinning and flying lower and lower. Its body even seemed to shrink under the pressure of the airflow, and it fell straight down towards the old rice cooker with its lid open in the middle of the beach.
Majin Buu, who had been idly fiddling with his fingers, turned his head and glanced over casually upon hearing the commotion.
The moment that emerald green spiral beam of light came into view, Buu's lazy expression froze.
Back in the Tamagami, that green-skinned old man used the same trick to forcefully stuff him into a dark, narrow jar!
That terrifying, dark memory resurfaced in Buu's mind, carried by the emerald green current.
His obese body huddled up behind Turles, peeking out half his head and staring intently at the old rice cooker.
Everyone forgot he came here to learn this move...
After pinning Buu, Turles withdrew his hand, his gaze fixed intently on Master Roshi.
From the moment Master Roshi unleashed his palms, Turles ' breathing rate had already slowed down completely.
In his perception, the energy that was originally flowing smoothly inside Master Roshi's body was now circulating wildly in an extremely strange manner.
The energy did not explode outwards like ordinary Ki Wave, but instead underwent a high-density compression and distortion at the ends of the meridians.
At the moment of separation, the airflow splits into two layers: the outer layer rotates at high speed, cutting through the air to form an absolute cage, while the inner layer generates a pulling force that collapses inward.
This special weaving technique, which focuses on the flow of energy, reveals an extremely subtle balance within its roughness.
Turles had trained on the Planet Yardrat for a long time and was already very familiar with the "microscopic control of Qi".
Whether it's the spatial coordinate anchoring of Instant Transmission or the stripping of energy by Forced Spirit Fission, both are essentially manifestations of the ultimate precise control over Qi.
At this moment, in his mind, Master Roshi's demonstration of the Evil Containment Wave was being rapidly dissected into clear trajectories.