"New Wolf Fang Fist!!!"
Yamcha moved.
Driven by blinding rage, he burst forward at a speed beyond his previous limits.
Behind him, the phantom of a massive gray wolf seemed to materialize, its bloody maw wide open as it lunged at Krillin with a piercing howl.
This attack condensed every ounce of his strength.
To defeat Tien Shinhan and win back Bulma, he had battled wild beasts in the wilderness and endured brutal training beneath waterfalls.
Every punch, every claw strike, had been forged through relentless refinement.
The angles were sharp. The speed was explosive.
Countless afterimages filled the air, sealing off every path of retreat.
"Die, die, die, die, die!!"
Yamcha's eyes were bloodshot. His strikes tore through the air with shrieking force.
The friction of his high-speed movements made his fingertips burn red-hot.
The audience gasped in unison.
"So fast! I can't even see him!"
"Yamcha is this strong? He's several times faster than three years ago!"
"That bald kid is finished! After that combo, even a rock would be pulverized!"
Yet Krillin didn't move.
He stood calmly with his hands behind his back, not even assuming a defensive stance.
Before Krillin's System-enhanced Genius Intellect and his speed attribute exceeding 100, Yamcha's movements were as slow as a replay in slow motion.
Data flashed before his eyes.
[Enemy attack detected: New Wolf Fang Fist]
[Power Assessment: 18]
[Speed Assessment: 15]
[Flaw Analysis: 28 structural flaws detected. Unstable left foot center of gravity. Excessive muscle tension in the right shoulder. Disordered breathing rhythm.]
Too slow.
Krillin merely tilted his head slightly or shifted half a step.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
Yamcha's claws—sharp enough to crush stone—passed just inches from Krillin's body each time.
It looked like narrow escapes.
In reality, the gap was insurmountable.
No matter how Yamcha accelerated or how loudly he roared, he couldn't even brush Krillin's clothes.
"Why?! Why can't I hit him?!"
With every failed strike, Yamcha's desperation deepened.
Krillin stood before him like an immovable mountain.
It felt as though Yamcha's full-force punches were striking empty air.
"Have you had enough?"
Krillin's calm voice sounded beside his ear.
In the next instant, Krillin vanished.
When he reappeared, he stood directly in front of Yamcha.
His eyes were still and clear, reflecting Yamcha's stunned expression.
"Is this your full strength? How disappointing."
Krillin slowly raised his right hand.
He did not form a fist.
He extended a single index finger.
"Your heart is in chaos, so your fist is in chaos."
The finger lightly tapped Yamcha's chest.
"Burst."
The moment of contact exploded with tidal force.
It was the high compression of pure physical strength and Qi—an advanced technique known as the One-Inch Punch.
"Puh-ah—!!!"
Yamcha's eyes bulged as his face twisted in agony.
It felt as if a speeding train had crashed into his chest.
His internal organs shifted violently.
The Qi in his body shattered instantly, like air escaping a punctured balloon.
This wasn't just a physical blow.
It was a complete mental collapse.
Yamcha's body shot backward like a cannonball, tracing a miserable arc across the arena.
Boom!
He slammed into the outer wall, carving a human-shaped crater into the brick.
Rubble scattered. Dust rose.
He slid down like a limp rag, foam forming at the corner of his mouth.
Unconscious.
Silence swallowed the venue.
Every spectator stared at the bald youth standing calmly at the center of the ring.
The announcer's microphone slipped from his hand without anyone noticing.
One finger.
Just one finger.
The fierce Yamcha—who had impressed everyone in the preliminaries—had been defeated instantly.
"What kind of monster is that?"
"What just happened? He just… poked him?"
"Is this the strength of the Kame School? It's terrifying! They're not even in the same dimension!"
"That bald guy… he's a monster in human skin!"
The referee raised his trembling hand.
"The... the winner is Krillin! Advancing to the Quarter-Finals!"
Krillin didn't celebrate.
He didn't strike a pose.
He simply adjusted his collar, as if brushing away dust after swatting a fly.
His gaze drifted briefly toward Yamcha, who was being treated by the medical team.
A flicker of complicated emotion crossed his eyes.
Half an hour later, in the contestants' waiting room.
The air smelled strongly of disinfectant.
Yamcha slowly opened his eyes.
Pain shot through his body, making him gasp.
But the fury from before was gone.
That single finger strike had shattered more than his pride—it had cleared his clouded mind.
"You're awake?" Krillin leaned casually against the doorway, holding out a bottle of water.
Yamcha stared at him for a long moment before giving a bitter laugh and accepting it.
"I lost. Completely." His voice carried dejection—but also relief.
"The current you… you're a monster. I can't even see your back anymore. I always thought that if I worked hard enough, I could catch up. I was wrong."
"As long as you're still on the path, you'll always see someone's back." Krillin replied calmly.
"Don't underestimate yourself. You just chose the wrong opponent."
At that moment, the door opened.
Bulma stepped inside.
She looked at Yamcha, wrapped in bandages.
Her expression was complex—but mostly one of closure.
"Yamcha..."
"Bulma."
Yamcha spoke first.
He took a deep breath and met her eyes steadily.
"I'm sorry. I was a jerk. I didn't know how to cherish what I had. Compared to me, Krillin is better for you."
He raised his bandaged hand and gave Krillin a thumbs-up.
Though his lips trembled slightly, his smile was genuine.
"I wish you two happiness. Truly."
Bulma blinked, stunned for a moment, then smiled through tears.
"Thank you, Yamcha. And you need to grow up too. Stop being such a playboy."
"Haha… I'll try."
He scratched his head, looking once again like the carefree desert wanderer.
"Maybe I'll find a new goal. Being a rich, handsome guy without all this fighting might not be so bad. This martial arts stuff is way too dangerous."
The three of them shared a quiet smile.
Krillin placed an arm around Bulma as they stepped out of the waiting room into the bright sunlight.
"Next is the Quarter-Finals."
His gaze turned toward the distant arena, growing deep and focused.
"Kami… Piccolo…"
...
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