Dragon Ball: Counterattack Yamucha

Chapter 84 The Young Grandmaster

It's as fast as the wind, and as slow as the forest.

Invading like fire, immovable like a mountain.

Difficult to know like Yin, moving like thunder.

These 24 words were spit out from Yamucha's mouth, and the audience present could clearly hear that there are many people who practice martial arts among them.

Some Martial Daoist's eyes suddenly brightened, they realized that their own cultivation experience can be described so briefly, yet directly.

These 24 characters are as shocking as the truth of martial arts.

It blatantly dissects the true meaning of martial arts, and allows everyone to watch in the open.

For a moment, everyone present was deeply lost in thought.

The one who has the deepest feeling is Wukong, followed by Guixianren.

He suddenly remembered that someone had said something similar to him before.

That was when he was practicing in the Tianshen Temple, Mr. Bobo told himself:

The highest state of martial arts is that the posture is as quiet as the sky, and the movements are faster than thunder and lightning.

But before that, you must first realize that there is no mind, that is nothingness.

Lower the qi to the lowest point until you can no longer feel the existence of qi, and enter an extremely mysterious realm.

Wukong chewed these few words, and he could clearly feel that these few words were more systematic than what Mr. Bobo told him at the beginning, and there were more truths of martial arts hidden in these words.

Not only him, but also Clint and Piccolo frowned.

"So that's how it is... This is the way to practice skills."

Piccolo deserves to be called a genius Namekian, his talent makes his comprehension very high, and he can see through it at a little bit.

"Now, I know how you used that trick before."

Piccolo stared at Yamcha on the ring with cold eyes, quite upset in his heart:

"Tsk! This arrogant guy is still the same, just wait and see, I know how to use that trick, and I will surprise you."

A smirk began to emerge from the corner of Piccolo's mouth.

"Okay... it's amazing!"

Kelin stared blankly at Yamcha on the ring.

At this moment, Yamcha's Qi seemed to have disappeared.

But he stood there again, vaguely giving him a strange feeling.

It's like an impassable mountain that completely covers the mountains and rivers, making it impossible to see his details.

"The style of the master..."

Teacher Wu Tian was very pleased, what Yamcha did at this time was something that would be of great benefit to all martial arts masters in the world.

Not only the scene, but also the TV broadcast of this martial arts meeting.

This means that Yamcha will tell the martial arts masters all over the world about his martial arts painstaking efforts free of charge.

Based on this alone, Yamucha is already worthy of the name of a master!

"This should be the youngest grandmaster that has ever appeared in the world so far..."

Teacher Wu Tian expressed his admiration.

Everyone has their own thoughts, and Tianjin Fan is looking at the end that is done.

Lost eyes, depression, admiration, and sadness are all there.

"It seems that I still haven't been able to catch up with you, Yamcha!"

I don't know when, Yamcha's figure has become the target of his pursuit.

He has been practicing hard, just to be able to defeat Yamcha once.

Even if Yamcha enlightened him, he never really accepted it. He has a very strong dignity of a martial artist.

His inner self-esteem does not allow himself to accept Yamcha's ideas.

After playing against Yamcha two years ago, he is still walking his own way.

Indeed, he found a new way on the road of his own exploration, and he has his own realm.

But compared with Yamcha's current situation, it can be described as heaven and hell!
The gap between them has become wider and wider.

Yamucha has turned its own path into a broad road, and even saved many people from the trouble of going the wrong way, and directly pointed out a route that can reach the key point.

And myself, still wasted and confused on this muddy road full of thorns,

How can this not amaze Tianjin fans?
The corner of his mouth raised, and he murmured in a low voice: "Yamcha, you are the martial artist I admire most in Tianjin!"

Although the commentator didn't quite understand what Yamucha said, he could tell from the reactions of all the martial arts masters present that this passage was definitely not ordinary.

"These few words spoken by contestant Yamucha seem to have unimaginable connotations, and after a careful taste, they actually have very profound philosophy!"

At the same time, Yamucha on the ring heard the commentator's admiration.

He secretly complained in his heart:
Just kidding, the source of Feng Linhuo is Sun Tzu's Art of War, what's wrong with you?
Get back into position.

He watched the dumplings with his eyes.

No matter who the opponent is, you must take it seriously. This is respect for yourself.

"Jiaozi, I will trouble you to be a stepping stone."

Yamcha said briskly:

"Please keep your eyes open."

Immediately afterwards, his eyes became stern.

Yamcha wants to show the profound truths he has realized to everyone.

Cha-!
Suddenly, the stone slab under Yamucha's feet shattered into powder.

Silently, without even an afterimage, he had already arrived behind Jiaozi.

The movement is as fast as the wind.

Almost instantly, powerful qi was aroused from his body.

He shouted softly:
Hey!
Boom——!
Suddenly, the breath exploded like summer thunder.

It shot out from Yamcha's body all at once, extremely violent.

The entire arena seemed to be swept by a strong wind, and the debris on the ground was shot out.

The strong wind pressure made the audience scream and had to raise their arms to resist the ugly wind.

The breath erupted suddenly, blazing and violent like a raging fire.

The audience bowed their heads to let the wind blow.

In the narrow space, they saw with their own eyes that just the breath released from their bodies could send dumplings flying dozens of meters away.

And Yamcha once again showed a powerful control.

Under his deliberate control, Jiaozi's body landed just right under the ring.

"..."

Piccolo's face sank, making the already green face even uglier.

He noticed that what was released from Yamcha's body was not ordinary Qi.

The moment the breath exploded, Piccolo felt something different inside.

What's with his power?

At that moment, it actually improved so much.

Piccolo was secretly startled.

Suddenly, he remembered that Yamcha had used a move that could increase breath in a short time,
Thinking of this, the panic in Piccolo's heart slowly dissipated, and his face gradually became cloudy and uncertain.

A trace of fear flashed across his eyes. With such a move, it is undoubtedly the most able to reflect the gap in a deathmatch of roughly equal strength.

The strength he instantly strengthened just now has surpassed me now.

Thinking of this, Piccolo felt unwilling.

He's Piccolo the Great Devil!

That guy is obviously just a human being, yet he can gain power far beyond his own!
Concentrating his expression, Piccolo swept down.

Among the people, only Monkey King discovered the clue, and the rest were amazed at Yamcha's unpredictable strength.

"Oh my god... Yamcha has become so strong, the anger just now..."

Kelin swallowed, and continued hesitantly:
"That energy, I'm afraid it can raze the entire island to the ground!"

"It's not just razed to the ground...it can even turn the entire island into dust!"

There was also cold sweat on Tianjin Fan's forehead, and he was also frightened by the breath just now.

That short-lived breath gave him a feeling called despair.

What shocked him the most was not this, but Yamcha's lightheartedness.

How much strength is the qi he released just now?
Thirty percent?

[-]%?

In any case, this is not his real strength!
For the first time, Tianjin Fan felt that Yamucha was so out of reach, he closed his eyes tightly in pain.

What's going on here?

So much has been left behind!

Although he didn't want to admit it, the fact was right in front of his eyes.

As the saying goes, amateurs watch the fun, and experts watch the doorway.

The narrator and the audience have mortal eyes and can only be on the first floor of the layman.

Kelin is on the second floor, and Tianjin Fan is on the third floor.

But compared with Wukong and Piccolo who are on the fourth floor, Klin and the others are no different from other audiences.

Wukong showed great interest on his face.

Just now, Yamcha's aura rose several levels in an instant, which has reached the level where he can be extremely serious.

If all that energy is used to attack, I am afraid no one will be able to resist it, not even myself with [-]% confidence to take it.

"I really can't believe how this guy Yamcha practiced."

The corner of Wukong's mouth rose, and the fighting spirit in his heart burst into bloom.

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