West City, Capsule Corporation Headquarters.
The very first ray of morning sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone across the enormous hemispherical complex of Capsule Corporation.
Within a quiet corner of the estate stood an independent panoramic glass training room.
There were no complicated gravity machines or dazzling high-tech devices created by Dr.
Brief inside.
Only several simple meditation mats, a pot of steaming clear tea, and lush green plants filled the room.
Sun Wuxiu sat cross-legged quietly on a soft cushion.
His breathing was long, calm, and almost impossible to detect.
If a martial artist capable of sensing Qi stood here, they would definitely be shocked.
The aura on Sun Wuxiu’s body had completely disappeared.
He seemed no different from an ordinary stone resting quietly in nature or a blade of grass blending into the wind.
Perfectly natural.
Perfectly balanced.
“Hoo…” After a long while, Sun Wuxiu slowly opened his eyes.
At that exact moment, the entire training room seemed to tremble slightly from an invisible pressure.
The leaves of the surrounding plants swayed despite the absence of wind.
Even the birds chirping outside the window abruptly fell silent for an instant.
But in the very next second, the invisible pressure disappeared completely like a receding tide.
What replaced it was a warm, restrained, and gentle aura resembling polished jade.
“The activity of my s-cells has clearly increased compared to a year ago.” Sun Wuxiu slowly clenched his fist while sensing the hidden power flowing calmly inside his body.
Deep within that power, there was already a faint trace of golden potential.
Over the past year, he had not cultivated like Vegeta.
He had not desperately tortured himself through extreme gravity or brutal near-death training.
Instead, he had lived what many martial artists would consider an unbelievably leisurely life.
He accompanied Bulma shopping.
Watched movies with her.
Tasted all kinds of delicious food.
Occasionally attended university lectures together.
Relaxed in the gardens under the sun.
But this did not mean he had neglected his martial arts.
On the contrary…
He was cultivating at an even deeper level.
He was polishing his heart.
The true source of Saiyan power was not merely anger.
It was the quality of one’s Qi.
And according to the supplementary settings of Dragon Ball Super, the concentration of s-cells directly affected the threshold required to transform into a Super Saiyan.
“My current Base Form combat power should have already surpassed 220.” Sun Wuxiu calmly evaluated himself internally.
And that estimate excluded all Talismanic Incantation abilities.
He relied purely on his Saiyan Physique and the results of his cultivation.
One must know that during the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament, Tien Shinhan’s combat power was only around 180.
Even the old King Piccolo, whose appearance once plunged the world into terror, only possessed a combat power between 220 and 240 before restoring his youth.
“In other words…” “Even without using the Twelve Talismans, I can already fight the old King Piccolo evenly.” “A four-to-six split at worst.” “Or perhaps even fifty-fifty.” Sun Wuxiu’s lips slowly curved upward.
“And if I add the power of the [Ox Talisman]…” “Or the near-infinite stamina and recovery of the [Horse Talisman]…” “Then the question is no longer whether I can win.” “It’s simply a matter of deciding how I want him to lose.” As for the restored youthful King Piccolo, whose combat power exceeded 260…
Sun Wuxiu was still confident he would not lose.
He might even be capable of defeating him outright.
And if things somehow became unfavorable…
He could simply rely on Saiyan recovery growth once.
Victory would still ultimately belong to him.
“For me, this World Martial Arts Tournament no longer carries much challenge.” “It’s merely an exhibition stage.” Click.
The glass training room door slowly opened.
Bulma walked in while wearing cool summer clothes and a wide-brimmed sun hat.
A pair of plane tickets rested in her hand.
After one full year together, Bulma had become even more dazzling than before.
The youthful greenness she once possessed had gradually faded.
In its place appeared the confidence and charm of a mature beauty.
“Wuxiu!” Bulma waved the tickets excitedly.
“The plane is already prepared!” “We should head to Papaya Island now!” Sun Wuxiu stood up slowly.
The gentle and calm temperament around him instantly transformed into heroic sharpness.
His straight figure resembled a spear standing proudly toward the heavens.
He walked over naturally, taking Bulma’s luggage bag with one hand while holding her hand with the other.
“Let’s go.” “And claim the championship that belongs to us.” Papaya Island.
A tropical island located in the southern seas of Earth.
It was also the official venue of the World Martial Arts Tournament.
The island remained hot throughout all four seasons, with abundant rainfall and scenery overflowing with southern tropical charm.
When the luxurious private aircraft carrying Sun Wuxiu and Bulma landed on Papaya Island, there was still one full day before the tournament officially began.
Unlike the original timeline where everyone barely arrived in time…
Sun Wuxiu preferred moving at a relaxed pace.
The two checked into a luxurious seaside hotel.
At night, the cool ocean breeze drifted gently across the balcony.
Sun Wuxiu stood quietly there while looking toward the brightly illuminated martial arts temple in the distance.
“Tomorrow…” “Goku and the others should arrive too.” Although he usually acted calmly, Sun Wuxiu still cared deeply about his foolish younger brother.
He knew very well how difficult Master Roshi’s training would have been over this past year.
Delivering milk.
Plowing fields by hand.
Swimming through shark-infested waters.
Dodging hornet attacks.
But all of that was essential.
Those experiences formed the true foundation of Son Goku’s future strength.
The next morning arrived quickly.
Just as Sun Wuxiu remembered from the original story, Papaya Island was currently experiencing heavy rain.
Dense rainwater poured from the sky like waterfalls.
The once lively streets became mostly empty.
Many martial artists hid beneath roofs and storefronts to avoid the storm while others had already hurried toward the tournament registration hall.
“This rain is way too heavy.” Bulma held a transparent umbrella tightly while hugging Sun Wuxiu’s arm.
“I wonder if that idiot Goku got completely soaked.” “Don’t worry.” Sun Wuxiu smiled faintly.
“With his physique, this amount of rain is nothing.” Unlike Bulma, Sun Wuxiu did not hold any umbrella at all.
Yet not a single drop of rain touched his body.
The countless raindrops automatically separated three inches above his head, sliding away toward both sides as if blocked by an invisible wall.
Even the corners of his clothes remained perfectly dry.
This was an advanced application of Qi control.
It was also unconsciously supported by the telekinetic force of the [Rooster Talisman].
The two slowly walked through the rain toward the tournament registration area.
Just then…
“Aiya!
This rain is really troublesome!” An old but energetic voice suddenly complained from ahead.
Immediately afterward came hurried footsteps splashing through puddles.
“Hurry up!” “If we’re late, registration will close!” Sun Wuxiu stopped walking.
A smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.
“They’re here.” Within the heavy rain curtain, three figures rapidly approached.
Running at the very front was a small boy wearing an orange martial arts uniform and carrying a power pole behind his back.
Even through the rain, one could still sense the energetic vitality radiating from him.
Behind him ran a short bald monk with six incense scars on his forehead.
He carried a huge luggage bag while struggling to keep up.
And at the very back was an old man wearing a black suit, sunglasses, and an iconic turtle shell.
Son Goku.
Krillin.
And Master Roshi.
“Eh?!” Son Goku’s eyes suddenly widened.
Even through the heavy rain, he recognized that familiar figure instantly.
Although he had not seen him for an entire year…
And although that figure had become taller and more imposing…
He could never mistake that familiar aura.
“BIG BROTHER!!!” Goku shouted excitedly.
Boom!
He stomped hard against the wet ground, splashing muddy water everywhere as he shot forward like a cannonball.
“Goku.” Sun Wuxiu smiled before opening his arms and steadily catching the younger brother who pounced toward him.
“Wow!!
Big Brother!!
It really is you!!” Goku hung directly onto Sun Wuxiu while laughing excitedly.
He completely ignored the mud and rain covering his own body.
“This year I’ve become super strong!” “I can push giant rocks now!” “Yes, yes, yes.” Sun Wuxiu helplessly rubbed Goku’s familiar hedgehog-like hair.
“I can already tell.” At the same time, he quietly sensed Goku’s Qi.
Sure enough…
Compared to one year ago, Goku’s aura had become far more refined and stable.
Although his Base Form combat power was still below Sun Wuxiu’s current level…
His growth speed was absolutely astonishing.