Mr. Shen removed his glasses.
In that instant, his previously mediocre eyes became unfathomably deep, as if a sea of stars were hidden within them.
He understood now—conventional methods were useless against this monster.
"In that case."
His voice turned solemn and grand, no longer that of an ordinary middle-aged man.
"Then let me show you the techniques that belong to a Kami."
He spread his hands, and his body slowly began to levitate.
The surrounding space distorted.
This was no simple Ki—it was a more advanced application of energy.
Magic.
"Mafuba... no. If I use that move, this mortal body will collapse."
He instantly dismissed the Evil Containment Wave and switched to another technique.
His fingers moved rapidly through the air, leaving golden trails behind.
"Divine Binding Technique!"
The golden streaks solidified into chains, shooting toward Krillin from every direction.
These were not physical chains, but pure spiritual constructs formed from telekinetic power, capable of directly locking down an opponent's soul and mobility.
"This is..." Below the stage, Tien Shinhan's expression changed drastically.
"This is similar to Chiaotzu's psychic powers, but on a far higher level!"
The golden chains wrapped around Krillin instantly, binding him like a tightly packed rice dumpling.
"It worked!" Mr. Shen exhaled in relief.
Once struck by this technique, even King Piccolo would be immobilized.
"Is this the power of a god?"
Krillin looked down at the glowing rings encircling his body. He did feel slightly heavier.
Like... wearing a thick wool sweater.
"Is this your full power?"
He looked up, disappointment heavy in his tone.
"If a so-called 'god' is only at this level, then I've seriously overestimated this profession."
"You... what did you say?" Mr. Shen froze.
"Break... for me."
Krillin didn't even strike a power stance. He simply stretched his chest outward casually.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Sharp snapping sounds echoed through the arena.
The divine chains that claimed to bind the soul shattered like cheap plastic ropes under Krillin's raw physical strength.
Golden fragments dissolved into specks of starlight.
Mr. Shen felt as though he'd been struck by lightning. His floating body jolted violently, and he nearly spat out blood.
The backlash from the shattered technique hit him hard.
"Impossible... this is a rule-based binding. How could brute force break it?"
His worldview shattered.
In his understanding, magic and rules were superior to physical strength.
But Krillin's existence seemed to declare that overwhelming strength rendered rules meaningless.
"Nothing is impossible."
Krillin brushed dust from his chest and stepped forward.
Just one step.
Boom!
The entire arena trembled violently.
Mr. Shen felt a terrifying pressure surge toward him.
It wasn't Ki.
It was pure biological dominance—the pressure of a predator standing at the top of the food chain.
In Mr. Shen's eyes, Krillin was no longer human.
He was a colossal beast capable of devouring heaven and earth.
That bald head seemed to turn into a black hole, swallowing light itself.
"You... what on Earth are you?"
Mr. Shen collapsed to the ground, his disguise nearly breaking apart, his face pale as paper.
"Me?" Krillin walked over and looked down at him, sunlight forming a golden halo behind his silhouette.
"I'm the disciple of Master Roshi. Krillin."
He flicked Mr. Shen lightly on the forehead.
Thump.
It wasn't a technique.
Not even a basic attack.
Just the casual strength used to tease a child.
Yet Mr. Shen felt like he'd been struck by a battering ram.
He tumbled backward several times, landing flat on his back with his legs in the air. His glasses flew off.
The arena fell deathly silent.
Then—
"Hahahaha! What's that uncle doing?"
"He fell from a forehead flick?"
"This is a scam! Definitely a scam!"
"Contestant Krillin is too strong! He can send someone flying with a flick!"
Mr. Shen lay on the ground, staring at the blue sky.
He had lost.
Completely.
Even if he had used his true divine body, the result would not have changed.
The opponent existed on an entirely different level.
That was absolute power—the ultimate interpretation of one force suppressing all techniques.
"I forfeit."
He raised a hand weakly.
The referee hesitated, then shouted, "Mr. Shen forfeits! The winner—Contestant Krillin!"
[Ding! Congratulations to the Host for defeating the Kami of Earth (Disguised Version).]
[Task rewards being calculated...]
[Obtained S-Rank passive skill: Elementary Divine Healing Technique.]
Krillin glanced at the System panel, a satisfied smile forming.
A healing skill?
Not bad.
In the early stages of Dragon Ball, this was practically equivalent to carrying unlimited Senzu Beans.
If Bulma or someone else got injured in the future and he placed his hands on them... Hehe. The image was too beautiful.
Mr. Shen slowly climbed up and retrieved his glasses.
He looked at Krillin with complicated emotions.
"Young man... no, Krillin." He corrected himself.
"The future of Earth may truly depend on you all. Although your power is very... special, I can feel that you hold no ill intent toward this world."
"Don't worry, old man."
Krillin patted his shoulder and casually activated the newly obtained [Elementary Divine Healing Technique].
A soft green light flashed.
Mr. Shen felt warmth spread through his body.
The internal injuries caused by the backlash healed instantly. Even the chronic back pain of this mortal body vanished.
"This is..." He stared at his hands in shock.
"Divine power? You can actually use a healing technique of this level?"
"Learned it by watching." Krillin winked.
"I don't have many virtues, but I learn fast."
Mr. Shen fell silent.
He shook his head like a retired official and slowly left the arena with his briefcase.
Krillin remained on stage, conversing with the System in his mind.
"System, can the Divine Healing Technique be upgraded?"
[Answer: Yes. It is currently at the Elementary level, corresponding to the Kami of Earth. If the Host defeats or devours higher-dimensional gods, the skill can evolve.]
"That old man said I have an 'unusual scent.' Thoughts?"
[Higher-dimensional beings are sensitive to rule-based anomalies.]
[The Host's power originates from One Punch Man, a causal law system that breaks limiters. In this Dragon Ball world centered on Ki and realms, it is like writing code onto an oil painting. It will naturally be noticed.]
Krillin rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Gods, King Kai, Grand Kai, Supreme Kai... the ladder is still long."
With 16% of the Saitama template, he was invincible on Earth.
Even Raditz would be just one punch.
But Vegeta?
Frieza?
Those monsters had combat powers in the tens of thousands—millions—hundreds of millions.
Saitama's strength was idealistic—conceptual invincibility.
But until the System Fusion reached 100%, he was still limited by data.
"If I could learn the Kaio-ken or even Ultra Instinct, and combine them with the Serious Series..."
An image flashed through his mind.
Himself, bald head gleaming, silver-white aura blazing, throwing a punch so terrifying that even Zeno would fall out of his chair.
"Hehe. If I devoured Zeno's ability, could I just snap and erase things?"
He shook off the thought.
Provoking a being like Zeno now would be suicide.
Even Beerus sneezing might erase his current self.
Step by step.
One bite at a time.
The priority was to win this World Martial Arts Tournament.
Win over Bulma completely.
Then prepare for the experience points from the Saiyan Saga.
"Ladies and gentlemen! We have finally reached this moment!"
The Announcer's voice cracked from excitement as static screeched through the speakers.
"The final match of the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament!"
"On one side—the bald Devil King with unfathomable strength, who can flick away even a god—Contestant Krillin!"
"On the other—the young hero with astonishing speed and unyielding fighting spirit, who defeated Tien Shinhan—Contestant Goku!"
"This is not just a match, but a peak duel between fellow disciples of the Kame School!"
"Who is the strongest on Earth? Let's find out!"
Dong!
A massive gong echoed across the arena.
Goku stood opposite Krillin.
He had already eaten a Senzu Bean, restoring his stamina completely.
Thanks to his Saiyan physique, his fierce battle with Tien had made him even stronger.
Battle intent burned brightly in his eyes.
"Krillin!" Goku crouched into a fighting stance, grinning.
"We've trained together since we were kids, but your progress this time is unbelievable. I can't wait to fight you!"
Krillin glanced at the System panel.
[Son Goku]
[Combat Power: Not loaded.]
[Potential: ??? (You know how Saiyan cheats work.)]
[Status: Extremely excited. Wants to rub you into the ground.]
"Want to beat me?" Krillin loosened his wrists calmly.
"Goku, I need to teach you a principle."
"What principle?"
"The less hair you have, the higher your combat power."
Krillin pointed at his shining bald head.
"You've got too much hair. You can't beat me."
Bulma burst out laughing.
Mr. Shen, still nearby, had a face full of black lines.
"Enough talk."
Krillin's eyes narrowed. The lazy aura of a carefree man vanished, replaced by abyssal pressure.
"Come on, Goku. Show me everything you've got. Don't disappoint me, or I'll steal all your roast meat at dinner."
"That's not allowed!" Goku's face changed dramatically.
"That's worth fighting for with my life!"
Boom!
Two astonishing auras collided at the center of the arena.
The air wailed.
The final match officially began.
...
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