Dragon Ball: I became the strongest warrior after practicing half of my skills

"Congratulations on winning the first game. The second game is about to start." As the slightly hoarse but majestic voice of the fortune-teller sounded, the cheers for Krillin from the audience stopped, because what followed was a more intense and fierce battle preview.

Krillin was about to ask for a continued challenge, and a strong arm gently rested on his shoulder. It was Yamcha. Yamcha's eyes flashed with an unprecedented light, which was the confidence in strength and the desire for self-transcendence. He had just completed a difficult and arduous training from Master Kame. This experience not only reshaped his physique, but also sublimated his mind. He smiled and said to Krillin: "Krillin, let me try. I want to see if everything I have learned from Master Wu Tian these days has really made me grow!"

Krillin looked at Yamcha's firm and confident face. He knew Yamcha's efforts and dedication, and understood what this challenge meant to Yamcha. So, he smiled and nodded, retreated to the edge of the ring, and handed the next stage to Yamcha.

Yamcha took a deep breath and stepped onto the ring. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to announce his return to the world. He looked around, looking for his opponent who was about to fight him. However, to his surprise, there was no one on the ring except himself and the fortune-teller in the distance.

"Where is my opponent? Where is he (she)?" Yamcha frowned, with a hint of doubt and uneasiness in his voice. He looked at the fortune-teller, hoping to get an answer from her. The fortune-teller still maintained that mysterious smile and slowly said: "Challenger, my second warrior is in front of you. He has amazing stealth ability and is in the same space with you at the moment. You need to use your perception to capture his existence.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere on the ring became more solemn in an instant, and Yamcha's heartbeat accelerated. He knew that this battle would be a test of his perception and reaction ability. He quickly adjusted Breathe, calm yourself down, then close your eyes, start to concentrate, and try to use your mind to perceive everything around you.

The invisible man, like a ghost that never existed, quietly wanders in the air, making it impossible to catch its trace.

Yamcha clenched his fists, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, his eyes were both vigilant and unwilling, he thought that he could quickly defeat his opponent after training, but he didn't expect that his opponent was an invisible invisible man. His heart beat like a drum, and every beat was accompanied by fear of the unknown and desire for victory.

"You must calm down, Yamcha! "He repeatedly warned himself in his heart, "I can't be passive like this, I must find his flaws." However, although the idea is good, it is difficult to implement in practice. The invisible man's attack is like an all-pervasive cold wind, attacking from all unexpected angles, making Yamcha defenseless.

The first punch landed silently on Yamcha's face. He only felt a sudden burst of power, and the whole person staggered back involuntarily. Although the punch was not heavy, it was enough to break his inner peace and make him realize that this battle was far more difficult than he had imagined. It was difficult. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner waves. At the same time, his eyes scanned the surroundings like a hawk, trying to capture even a slight energy fluctuation.

But the invisible man seemed to be integrated with the air. Every time he moved, he left almost no trace. Yamcha's attack was like hitting cotton, and it lost its power softly. He kept swinging his fists and hitting the air randomly. Every punch was accompanied by a shout in his heart, but the only response to him was a more violent invisible attack.

"Yamcha, calm down! Use your heart to feel the flow of wind direction and other movements around you! "Zhou Zilong's voice outside the court penetrated the hustle and bustle, like a cool breeze in the early summer morning, gently brushing Yamcha's heart. This was not only a tactical guide, but also a comfort to the soul, allowing Yamcha to regain a trace of clarity after losing his composure.

Yamcha closed his eyes and tried to synchronize his breathing with the world around him. He recalled the countless days of cultivation, those moments when he was one with nature. At this moment, he tried to regain that tranquility and let his mind become a mirror, reflecting every subtle change in the world around him.

The wind blew gently, with a hint of coolness and imperceptible fluctuations. Yamcha took a deep breath, as if he could smell the faint and unique smell in the air, which was the faint breath that the human body inevitably left when moving. His perception gradually became sharper, just like a hunter tracking prey, collecting clues bit by bit.

WithAs time went by, a vague image gradually formed in Yamcha's mind. It was the trajectory of the invisible man's movement. He could feel where the power gathered and when it dissipated. An unprecedented confidence arose in his heart. It was an affirmation of his own ability and a premonition of the upcoming victory.

"Now!" Yamcha opened his eyes suddenly, with a resolute light flashing in his eyes. He no longer hesitated, and his figure suddenly jumped up like a cheetah, clenched his fists, and gathered all the strength of his body. At this moment, he seemed to be integrated with the wind, his movements were swift and accurate, and each punch contained his desire for victory and self-transcendence.

"Wolf Fang Wind Fist!" With his roar, his fists turned into countless fist shadows, bombarding the perceived direction like a storm, and bursts of deafening explosions rang in the air. It was the roar caused by the friction between the fist wind and the air, as if even the space was torn apart by this force.

The invisible man finally couldn't remain invisible anymore. His figure was forced to show up under the cover of countless fist shadows. He looked horrified. He obviously didn't expect Yamcha to be able to break his invisibility so easily. However, it was too late. Yamcha's last punch hit the invisible man like a thunderbolt, knocking him out of the field and falling heavily to the ground, losing his fighting ability.

After stepping off the stage, Yamucha immediately found Zhou Zilong, his eyes full of gratitude: "Brother Zilong, thank you for your advice. Without your reminder, I might have lost my mind!"

Zhou Zilong smiled and shook his head: "You're welcome, Yamucha. I believe that even without my advice, you can find a way to crack it. Your potential and strength are much stronger than you think. Remember, a real battle is not just a physical confrontation, but also a battle of the mind. Only by staying calm and sharp can you find the opportunity to win at the critical moment!"

Yamucha felt a warm current in his heart when he heard this. He knew that he still had a long way to go before he could become a real strong man, but with a mentor like Zhou Zilong by his side, he believed that he would be able to constantly break through himself and meet greater challenges.