Inside the training room.
Countless iron blocks rapidly orbited around Yamcha like satellites revolving around a planet.
Psychic power training.
The next second, the blocks suddenly lost control and flew away from Yamcha. Just as they were about to hit the ceiling, they abruptly reversed direction, plummeting toward Yamcha at high speed. At the same time, countless machine guns emerged from the corners of the room and began firing wildly at him.
Yamcha, however, remained calm. He assumed a starting stance, and then his arms seemed to vanish completely. Of course, they didn't actually disappear—he was moving them so fast that they formed an impenetrable wall around him.
Bullets were effortlessly caught in his fingers, and the iron blocks were smashed to pieces.
"Fast, precise, ruthless."
He had completely mastered the essence of Flowing Rock Crushing Fist!
After one round of bullets, the machine guns retracted. The next moment, cannons took their place. As red lights flashed, a barrage of shells rained down on Yamcha like there was no tomorrow.
With that many shells, reducing an entire building to rubble would be a trivial task.
"Haa!"
Yet, facing the oncoming attack, Yamcha let out a powerful shout. He clenched his fists and held them by his sides, puffed out his chest, and stood firm without dodging.
Even Dio, who had given up his humanity to become a vampire, would have avoided such an assault—his body couldn't withstand this level of impact.
But Yamcha chose to take it head-on!
Boom!
The shells exploded on impact, unleashing thick black smoke and deafening roars that made the earth tremble slightly.
Humans, in pursuit of power and driven by greed, have waged wars. With war came the invention of weapons—from ancient melee weapons to modern firearms. Even dinosaurs, once towering rulers of Earth, would be helpless against these modern weapons.
This is the power of technology!
From within the smoke, a hand reached out and waved forcefully. The smoke, as if choked by an invisible hand, dissipated instantly. Yamcha stood there unscathed—not even his clothes were damaged.
What was truly absurd was that he hadn't moved an inch, standing like a pine tree unshaken by the cold wind.
Even an earth-shattering explosion couldn't shake him!
If Dio had seen this, he might never again say, "Humans have limits." Even after abandoning his humanity, he couldn't achieve this level of power.
Yet, in the Dragon Ball world, this level of power was still nothing noteworthy.
This is the strength of a human!
If one observed closely, they'd see a very thin membrane surrounding Yamcha's body. It was this membrane that blocked the cannon fire.
An advanced Nen technique—Ken (Fortify)!
It greatly increases one's defensive power.
After the bombardment, the cannons retracted. Countless alloy doors slowly closed, blocking Yamcha's path.
Yamcha took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He stepped forward, lowered his waist slightly, and threw a punch at the alloy door. Sparks flew from his fist, resembling a miniature sun.
Clang!!!
The loud crash echoed throughout the training room, the sound lingering for a long time. The once-indestructible alloy door had now shattered into countless pieces.
Ripple Energy!
A faint buzzing could be heard. A mechanical mosquito, no larger than a fifth of a fingernail, had flown out at some point and darted around the training room with incredible speed.
Its tiny size, rapid movement, and erratic flight pattern made it nearly impossible to predict.
Yamcha's eyes scanned the area. Spotting an opening, he quickly extended a finger and gently tapped forward. A yellow beam of light burst from his fingertip, piercing through the mechanical mosquito instantly.
Dodon Ray!
Bug destroyed, machine defeated!
The buzzing continued. Several more mechanical mosquitoes emerged, but Yamcha calmly flicked his finger through the air repeatedly, each beam of light precisely striking down a target.
Every shot hit.
This was Yamcha's training routine—repeating the same thing over and over. Sometimes the shells would be replaced with grenades, bullets with high-speed drones, and the alloy doors with the latest Red Ribbon Army robots. Yamcha also didn't limit himself to Flowing Rock Crushing Fist; the Wolf Fang Fist made regular appearances too.
By the time Yamcha stepped out of the training room, the place was in shambles.
This "combat-style" training was Yamcha's own idea and significantly accelerated his growth in strength.
The only downside? It was expensive. Most of the training equipment needed frequent repairs or replacements.
Luckily, Yamcha wasn't short on cash.
In addition to all this, he had also commissioned General Silver to order a gravity chamber, though it hadn't been completed yet—estimated delivery in three months.
Realistically, only the Red Ribbon Army's chief scientist, Dr. Gero, could produce such a device.
"Replace everything in a day," Yamcha said to the soldier standing guard outside the door.
The soldier nodded repeatedly, seemingly unfazed by the request.
It was already late April. The World Martial Arts Tournament was just around the corner—only a few days away.
As a side note, Yamcha had officially turned fourteen back in March.
After chugging down a whole bottle of sports drink to replenish his energy, Yamcha leaned back on the sofa to rest.
After a while, he stood and headed to the bathroom.
After a refreshing shower, Yamcha went straight to bed.
Eat, train, sleep.
That was Yamcha's daily routine—simple, focused, and fulfilling.
But the next day, Yamcha broke the cycle. Instead of training, he changed into a different outfit.
He planned to visit another world before the Martial Arts Tournament began.
Truthfully, this world wasn't urgent—he could've visited it later according to his plan. But Yamcha simply wanted to go, to explore and unwind.
He had been traveling between worlds constantly, always striving for strength, never taking a break. His nerves were tight. Though the progress was rapid, this wasn't healthy. Balance was key.
After packing a specially prepared universal capsule, Yamcha chose a secluded spot and vanished.
A gentle breeze blew, flowers filled the air with fragrance, and warm sunlight bathed his body. Breathing deeply, his nose was filled with the scent of grass. Surrounding him was a picturesque landscape, peaceful and harmonious.
A perfect place for humans to live.
That was Yamcha's first impression of this world.
(End of Chapter)