"Go, Krillin! Knock him down!"
"Goku! Don't lose to him! I'll treat you to a fifty-person feast tonight!"
In the second-floor stands, Bulma cupped her hands like a megaphone, shamelessly switching sides.
One moment she was blowing kisses to Krillin, the next she was tempting Goku with food.
Oolong, standing beside her, rolled his eyes. "Bulma, whose side are you on anyway?"
"Idiot! Of course I support the handsome one!" Bulma said righteously.
"Even though Krillin doesn't have hair now, that sense of pressure is just so cool! But Goku is also like a little brother I've watched grow up... Oh, it's so hard to choose!"
Master Roshi, wearing sunglasses and leaning on his cane, laughed so hard his beard shook.
"That's it! Seeing my two disciples fighting on the grandest stage, even if I go to see King Yemma now, it would be worth it."
On the arena stage, two figures collided once again.
This time, it was no longer just testing the waters.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of white shockwaves exploded in the air.
The movement speed of the two had already exceeded the speed of sound.
Ordinary spectators couldn't see their movements at all, only hearing the dense sounds of impact, like hundreds of drums being beaten at once.
While Krillin parried Goku's stormy attacks, a massive wave of nostalgia surged in his heart.
Before his transmigration, he had been a nine-to-five corporate slave.
His rented room had been covered with Dragon Ball posters, and his bookshelf had held the complete manga set.
He had watched that little boy with a tail push rocks on Mount Paozu.
He had watched him transform into a Great Ape for the first time.
He had watched him storm the Red Ribbon Army base to save his friends.
He had watched him become the golden legend on Planet Namek out of pure rage.
Son Goku.
That name represented more than just an anime character. It carried the passion and emotion of countless nights.
And now, that legend was right before his eyes.
A fist carrying real warmth and pain smashed against his arm.
"This feeling..." Krillin blocked one of Goku's knee strikes and threw a backhand punch toward Goku's abdomen.
"It's just too exhilarating!"
Goku reacted instantly, crossing his arms in front of him.
Boom!
The immense force sent Goku flying dozens of meters back. His feet carved two deep furrows into the stage before he barely stopped at the very edge.
"So heavy!" Goku shook his arms and grimaced in pain.
"Krillin, why are your fists like blocks of iron?"
"Because I've gone bald and become stronger."
Krillin didn't follow up. Instead, he stood where he was and looked at Goku.
In this world, he was Krillin.
He was the Krillin who always followed behind Goku, the one responsible for commentary, being shocked, and occasionally being the sacrificial lamb.
But deep in his soul, he was the reader who had watched Goku grow up.
"Goku," Krillin suddenly spoke, his voice losing some of its usual playfulness and gaining a touch of complexity.
"Do you remember our first meeting?"
Goku froze for a moment and scratched his head.
"I remember. At Kame House, you rowed over in a boat and brought a bunch of... hehe, those kinds of magazines."
"Yeah," Krillin smiled.
Back then, the original owner of this body really had been a slippery little monk.
"At that time, I thought, why is this kid with a tail stronger than me?" Krillin clenched his fists, feeling the power surging within his body.
"I've always been chasing your back, watching you run further and further away.
Tien Shinhan, Piccolo... your opponents kept getting stronger, while I could only stand on the sidelines shouting, 'Goku is amazing!'"
Krillin took a deep breath. His eyes became incredibly clear.
"I just want to say, this time I don't want to look at your back anymore. I want to stand in front of you and let you look at mine."
Goku narrowed his eyes slightly, "Although I don't quite understand what you're saying..."
His gaze sharpened with the focus of a beast encountering a powerful rival.
"But I can feel it, Krillin. You're serious. In that case..."
Goku suddenly crouched down, placing his hands on the ground, his entire body like a fully drawn bow.
"I'll show you the results of my three years of training!"
Swish!
Goku vanished.
It wasn't just speed. It was instantaneous displacement created by an explosive burst of Ki.
Krillin's pupils shrank slightly.
Within the vision granted by his Genius Intellect, Goku's figure split into eight.
"Afterimage Technique? No... it's the Multi-Afterimage Technique!"
Eight Gokus attacked simultaneously from every direction, each appearing solid and each carrying a fierce wind.
"It's useless!" Krillin didn't move.
He simply threw out eight punches in an instant.
Eight ordinary punches. No names, no special effects, just pure speed and power.
Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!
Seven afterimages vanished instantly.
But the eighth Goku, the real one, twisted his body mid-air in a way that defied the laws of physics just before being hit.
"What?" Krillin was slightly surprised.
Using the airflow from that moment, Goku forcibly changed his trajectory, sliding like an eel toward Krillin's blind spot—directly above him.
"Hehe! Got you!"
Goku flipped upside down in the air, pushing off Krillin's bald head to turn his body and slam both feet into Krillin's back with full force.
The move was incredibly tricky, completely improvised.
If it had been the old Krillin, he would have been kicked flat on his face.
But the current Krillin possessed Beast Intuition.
The moment Goku touched his scalp, his body had already reacted.
The muscles on his back tightened instantly, becoming as hard as diamond.
Thud!
Goku felt as if he had kicked a mountain. Instead, he was the one sent flying backward by the recoil.
But even while flying back, Goku used that recoil force to perform an extremely awkward mid-air turn, gathering Ki in his hands once again.
"It's not over yet!"
Logically, with no leverage in the air, he shouldn't have been able to fire a powerful Kamehameha.
But in the next second, a scene occurred that left Krillin and all the spectators dumbfounded.
Goku didn't fire from his hands.
Instead, he kicked the air hard, and two Ki blasts erupted from the soles of his feet.
Using the recoil from the Ki blasts, Goku's speed instantly skyrocketed.
Like a shell fired from a cannon, head down and feet up, his fists carried the momentum of a meteor as they smashed toward Krillin.
"So this is what talent looks like."
Looking at the diving Goku, Krillin felt no panic. Instead, he felt pure excitement.
Innovating in battle.
Adapting in desperate situations.
This was the S-rank talent he had always dreamed of.
"Bring it on!" Krillin stopped defending.
He stepped back half a pace with his right foot, twisted his waist, and threw a right punch from his hip.
"Serious Series: Serious Punch!"
The two fists—one large, one small—hadn't even collided yet, but the air pressure between them had already begun to explode from more than ten meters away.
At that moment, Krillin seemed to see the little boy who used to imitate Goku's moves in front of the TV overlapping with his current self.
Now he was standing on the stage, throwing a punch.
This punch was for that dream called childhood.
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