The Martial Arts Temple arena, battered by the previous rounds, still looked somewhat worn despite emergency repairs.
The air carried lingering smoke and sweat—the scent of battle.
"Next match: Contestant Yajirobe versus Mr. Shen!"
As the blonde announcer's voice rang out, two vastly different figures stepped onto the ring.
On the left stood Yajirobe.
Stocky and solid like a rolling boulder, dressed in rough martial clothes, prayer beads hanging around his neck.
His wild hair framed a face still chewing the last bites of a pancake.
Crumbs sprayed everywhere.
He swallowed loudly, patted his belly, and glanced lazily at his opponent.
"Tch. What rotten luck." His voice carried clearly through the arena.
"Why do I have to fight some old guy who looks halfway in the grave? If I win, it's not honorable. And lose? Pfft. As if I'd lose to some bag of bones."
Across from him stood Mr. Shen.
Black-framed glasses. Neat suit. Gentle smile.
He looked like a harmless office worker.
"Youth truly is energetic," Mr. Shen said politely, bowing slightly. "Please go easy on me. These old bones aren't what they used to be."
"'Young man'?!" A vein bulged on Yajirobe's forehead.
"Old man, since you're so eager to get hurt, I'll grant your wish!"
His lazy posture vanished, replaced by raw killing intent.
The audience murmured.
"That fat guy looks fierce."
"Mr. Shen looks so pitiful."
"This is bullying."
"Begin!"
Yajirobe launched forward like a cannonball.
Despite his bulk, he was terrifyingly fast.
His fist tore through the air toward Mr. Shen's face.
BOOM—
Pure power. No tricks.
Yet just before impact—
"Oh dear!" Mr. Shen suddenly slipped.
Like someone stepping on a banana peel.
Ridiculous.
But the fist whistled past his ear by inches.
Whoosh—
A few gray hairs floated down.
"So close! Almost broke my nose!" Mr. Shen panted. "Why is the floor so slippery?"
Yajirobe froze.
He had clearly locked onto the Qi flow.
How did he miss?
"Just luck!"
He roared and unleashed a barrage of punches.
Dense. Relentless.
What followed looked like a comedy routine.
Facing a heavy hook, Mr. Shen bent down.
"Oh my shoelace came undone."
The punch grazed his scalp.
Facing a straight strike, he sneezed.
"Achoo! Too much dust."
The fist brushed the back of his head.
Facing a sweep kick, he rubbed his eyes and stumbled backward.
"Oh dear, sand in my eyes."
Every dodge was clumsy.
Every dodge was perfect.
The crowd burst into laughter.
"This is a circus act!"
"That old man's luck is insane!"
"He hasn't been hit once!"
Yamcha, wrapped in bandages, stared in disbelief.
"This is ridiculous. Is that guy even serious?"
Krillin wasn't laughing.
His enhanced Genius Intellect painted a different picture.
Data scrolled across his vision.
[Target: Mr. Shen (Possessed State)]
[True Identity: Earth's Kami]
[Technique Level: Divine Rank]
[Analysis: All 'mistakes' are calculated minimal-movement counters. Perfect Qi concealment. Returning to simplicity.]
"It's not luck," Krillin murmured.
"It's absolute control."
Master Roshi, behind his sunglasses, felt cold sweat trickle down his back.
That footwork.
That Qi control.
There was only one explanation.
On the ring, Yajirobe was panting heavily.
Sweat soaked his clothes.
Mr. Shen, meanwhile, straightened his tie calmly.
"Bastard! Are you playing with me?!" Yajirobe roared and leapt high into the air.
All his weight gathered into a crushing double-fist strike.
A faint Qi aura shimmered around him.
He descended like a falling meteor.
Mr. Shen looked up calmly.
"Youth lacks restraint. There are heavens beyond heavens."
He stepped forward.
At the last instant—
He "slipped" again.
"Oh no!"
His body pitched forward.
His head shot upward at a precise angle—
CRACK!
A clean, brutal sound.
Yajirobe's chin snapped upward.
His eyes rolled white.
His brain shut down instantly.
Mid-air ferocity vanished.
He dropped like a sack of potatoes.
THUD.
Silence filled the arena.
Mr. Shen slowly stood up, rubbing his forehead.
"Oh dear, I slipped as well. Is that young man alright? Did I win?"
The referee stared blankly, then raised his trembling hand.
"The winner… Mr. Shen!"
The crowd exploded.
"He won like that?!"
"That old man's luck is broken!"
"Did Yajirobe knock himself out?!"
Goku clapped enthusiastically, "That uncle is amazing! I couldn't see his movements! I want to fight him!"
Krillin watched Mr. Shen leave the ring.
A System notification appeared.
[High-dimensional biological energy fluctuation detected.]
[Mr. Shen advances to the Semifinals.]
[Next opponent: Demon Progeny · Piccolo.]
Krillin exhaled slowly and cracked his neck.
Pop. Pop.
"Luck is strength too."
He smiled faintly and glanced toward Piccolo in the distance.
The real storm was coming.
...
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