So that's how it is...
This technique doesn't require the user to possess absolute power surpassing the opponent; its core lies entirely in the construction of that spiral aura!
Once the rotation frequency of the energy field reaches a certain threshold, it can forcibly interrupt the circulation of Qi and blood in the target's body, making the person unable to exert any strength in the instant of weightlessness and only able to be stuffed into the container along the trajectory of the airflow.
However, this tactic also has obvious drawbacks.
Turles shifted his gaze slightly, landing on Master Roshi's forehead, which was already beginning to bead with fine sweat.
Maintaining this high-density spiral energy field is extremely taxing on the practitioner's physical strength and energy. If the energy flow is interrupted midway or the control is slightly off, not only will the seal fail on the spot, but the practitioner will also suffer a backlash from the energy, which can result in exhaustion and unconsciousness at best, or even death on the spot at worst.
Just as the old Sea Turtle's shrunken body was about to be crammed into the edge of the old rice cooker, Master Roshi pulled his wrist back, dissipating the emerald green energy in his palm.
The spiraling energy field dissipated, and the suction force in mid-air instantly ceased.
The old Sea Turtle fell flat on its back from a height of half a meter, its heavy shell landing on the beach and splashing up a large amount of fine sand.
Master Roshi straightened up, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and his chest rose and fell slightly.
" Pui Pui! Ptooey!"
The old Sea Turtle struggled to turn over, spat out the sand in its mouth, stretched its neck, and cursed loudly at Master Roshi.
" Master Roshi, you old geezer! You're so old and you still treat me like a laborer, shaking my back until it's about to fall apart!"
Master Roshi picked at his ear, pretending not to hear, and strolled back to Turles with his hands behind his back.
It didn't take Turles long to learn the Evil Containment Wave.
Amidst the jeers of the pathetic old Sea Turtle, Master Roshi became Turles's demonstration subject.
Turles ' palms had already locked onto his vital energy from a distance, and he suddenly thrust them forward.
" Evil Containment Wave!"
boom!
A sudden gust of wind arose from the ground, making the parasols flutter loudly.
A spiraling column of emerald green energy, several times thicker than before, burst forth from Turles' palms, covering several meters and engulfing Master Roshi before he could even take a step.
"Oh dear, my old bones!"
Master Roshi felt the air around him suddenly freeze, and the blood and qi that were circulating freely in his body were instantly cut off by the high-speed rotating airflow. His feet left the ground and he flew sideways into the air.
The old Sea Turtle patted its front paws on the beach, laughing, gloating.
He was initially worried that Turles wouldn't be able to control his strength well on his first try, and if his aura went out of control and exploded, his old bones would definitely suffer some internal injuries.
However, even though he was in the center of the emerald green cyclone, Master Roshi was surprised to find that the surrounding swirling air currents were as stable as ever.
With a slight flick of his wrist, Turles used the spiral vortex to press Master Roshi against the spout of the old rice cooker. Just a second before the old man's bald head hit the metal edge, Darles snapped his fingers shut.
The green light that filled the sky vanished instantly.
Turles used a gentle breath to catch the falling Master Roshi and gently placed him back on the beach, without even getting a single grain of sand on his shoes.
Master Roshi landed on his feet, adjusted his sunglasses which had fallen askew, and patted his chest as he let out a long breath.
"Hmm! It seems you've successfully mastered it..."
As for Majin Buu, once you explain it to him, you'll find that his learning ability is phenomenal; it's no joke that he'll learn quickly enough.
Seeing that Buu had grasped the knack, Turles nodded in satisfaction and didn't rush to take him away.
Master Roshi closed his mouth after a long while, his comical expression vanishing. He turned and went inside, bringing out a stack of specially made yellow paper, a box of cinnabar, and a calligraphy brush.
He sat cross-legged at a small wooden table under a parasol, spread out the paper, held his breath, and with his wrist suspended in the air, carefully sketched intricate sealing runes on the yellow paper.
With each stroke, Master Roshi's inner energy would flow through the tip of the brush into the cinnabar; his movements were focused and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
While waiting, Turles walked to a nearby reef, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing.
The lingering unease from when Moro forcibly drained his energy on New Namek, causing his Ultra Instinct state to collapse, still lingered within him, causing his energy to become slightly disordered from time to time.
The waves crashed against the rocks. Turles tried to clear his mind, but the image of Moro kept popping into his head.
Turles opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Master Roshi under the parasol.
The old man, his back hunched and wearing reading glasses, was intently drawing talismans, oblivious to the sea breeze ruffling his beard.
This old man, who once stood at the pinnacle of martial arts on Earth and led generations of martial arts legends, doesn't appear sleazy at all when he gets serious.
Turles sat on the reef and, as if possessed, spoke up.
" Master Roshi, I have some questions about cultivation that I'd like to discuss with you."
At the small wooden table, Master Roshi's wrist moved nimbly, the tip of his pen drawing a crimson arc on the yellow paper, a pleased smile on his face.
"Oh? This old man has such an honor? I'd love to learn from you!"
He verbally agreed, but his hands didn't stop drawing the talisman for the entire moment.
Turles watched his fluid movements and voiced his confusion.
" Master Roshi once represented the pinnacle of martial arts on Earth, and the Turtle School produced outstanding martial artists like Kakarot and Krillin, who surpassed their master."
"If you could, Master Roshi, what do you think is the most important thing about the Turtle School?"
Upon hearing this question, Master Roshi's pen paused slightly on the paper.
He raised his wrist, moved a finished talisman aside to dry, and smiled as he pressed down a new sheet of paper.
"Exercise well, rest well! Play games well! Live a fun and energetic life!"
That's it!
Turles rested his elbows on his knees and pondered for a moment.
"So you mean, do what you're supposed to do when you're supposed to do it? Balance work and rest?"
Master Roshi dipped his finger in vermilion and nodded.
"Your understanding is certainly correct, but if I were to describe it to you, it could actually be explained in just two words."
"Simple!"
The pen fell again, Master Roshi's voice, carried on the sea breeze, was exceptionally clear.
"That's right, it's 'simple'! Keep it simple. No matter where we are or what we want to do, keep it simple, be natural and focused!"
Sometimes, the more you think, the more complicated things become!
Turles' body trembled slightly.
Master Roshi finished the last stroke, placed the brush on the brush rest, and turned to look at Turles on the reef.
"Your question today might be due to some distracting thoughts, but given your different perspective, it's perhaps unavoidable."
He took off his reading glasses, rubbed his sore temples, and sighed.
"I've wasted hundreds of years of my life, and I wouldn't dare say I'm completely focused. In that respect, Goku is even ahead of me..."
He reached out and neatly gathered the thick stack of talismans drawn on the table, handed them to Turles who was frozen in place, and uttered his last words.
"However... battles have never been the entirety of the Turtle School! In any aspect, a calm mind leads to understanding..."