Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, I'm even more eccentric than Goku!

From the audience, several bold girls shouted, "Yamcha, be my boyfriend!!"

"Go for it, handsome!"

These girls were so straightforward, and their words were so explicit. Yamcha's face turned even redder, and she almost wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Cheng Long suddenly said seriously, "Martial artists should have a calm mind and not be moved by external things."

If you can't even withstand the gazes of girls, how can you possibly unleash your true potential at crucial moments?

Yamcha felt a chill run down his spine.

"Thank you, sir..."

The referee has already started urging them on.

Cheng Long assumed a fighting stance and said, "Come on, young man, let me see your skills!"

Yamcha knew he couldn't delay any longer; he just wanted the competition to end as soon as possible and escape from here.

So he launched the first attack, delivering a swift straight punch straight at Cheng Long's face.

Cheng Long easily dodged to the side, while whispering, "Don't let your eyes wander, focus on my movements."

Yamcha unleashed his ultimate move, his punches fierce and powerful.

"Wolf Fang Wind Fist!"

Cheng Long had gained a certain understanding of his abilities.

About a year has passed, and his strength is much greater than before. It seems he has been training diligently.

However, growth is still far from enough.

While skillfully parrying the attacks, Cheng Long continued to offer his guidance.

"The young man's skills are not bad, but his mental fortitude is lacking..."

Yamcha said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I've had gynophobia since I was a child, and I've never known how to communicate with them. I get nervous whenever I see them..."

Cheng Long couldn't help but ask in confusion, "What? Gynophobia?"

Yamcha nodded.

Cheng Long asked, puzzled, "The girls are all so cute, what's so scary about them?"

"this……"

Yamcha was speechless for a moment.

He was born this way, and there's nothing he can do about it.

Cheng Long reiterated, "The first thing a powerful martial artist must overcome is their own inner demons; don't let them affect your punches."

Yamcha nodded, trying his best to avoid the influence of women on him.

Then he assumed the starting stance again and launched a fierce attack on Cheng Long.

For a time, she was incredibly popular, which drew cheers from many female fans.

Their constant cheers and applause only made Yamcha perform worse and worse.

Cheng Long sighed: "It's really annoying to see you being so popular with the girls!"

Why aren't any girls cheering for this old man...?

As he spoke, Jackie Chan threw a serious punch, and Yamcha screamed and fell backward, sprawling on the grass outside the arena.

The cheers abruptly stopped.

"Off the field!"

"Yamcha has fallen out of bounds!"

"Cheng Long wins!"

The audience then applauded Cheng Long.

"That's really impressive, old man! He's amazing!"

"That young man is also very capable, but he's far inferior to the old man!"

"What a dreamlike battle! It was so exciting to watch!"

The referee shouted, "Jackson Cheng is truly unfathomable! He won with absolutely no effort!"

Seeing Yamcha's defeat, Amy said with some regret, "That handsome guy actually lost, what a pity..."

Bulma laughed and said, "Judging from his strength, he's still far inferior to Sun Mo, but he's already much stronger than the average person."

Amy, having him as your boyfriend would be quite suitable!

Amy retorted, "Are you kidding me? My boyfriend is definitely better than yours!"

Bulma shrugged: "It's hard to find someone who's both handsome and better than Sun Mo. If it's someone like that, you might be single for the rest of your life!"

Amy put her hands on her hips and said, "Even if I'm single for life, I'll never settle..."

"However, even if you make do, you probably won't have a chance..." Bulma said, continuing to look towards the arena.

Amy was taken aback: "What did you say?"

When she followed Bulma's gaze, she found that several girls had surrounded Yamcha, showing concern for him and helping him up.

"That guy clearly lost, yet he's still so popular. Looks like handsome guys are a rare resource..."

……

"The next match is Sun Mo vs. Nan Wu. Please come to the stage, both of you."

As the host called out, Namo was the first to step onto the stage.

Cheng Long spotted Sun Mo while observing his opponent.

Especially after his martial arts competition, seeing his worried expression, people guessed that he must be hiding something that was troubling him.

Cheng Long muttered, "Let me see what's going on..."

As he spoke, he used his mind-reading ability on the man.

The drought has left the village with no harvest, and his hometown is suffering from drought.

His purpose in coming to this martial arts tournament was different from others; he wanted to win and get the prize money to buy water.

Cheng Long withdrew his mind-reading ability.

"I see!"

He has already figured out what to do to help him after he steps down.

Soon, Sun Mo calmly stepped onto the arena.

Bulma, who was in the audience, immediately cheered and shouted.

"Keep going, darling!!"

Meanwhile, some girls in the audience cheered.

"Another handsome guy, keep it up!"

Goku and Krillin cheered him on backstage.

Seeing that both of them had come on stage, the host didn't waste any time and immediately announced the start of the competition.

"The third match begins!"

The two exchanged polite gestures before each assuming their starting stances.

Namo launched the first attack.

He moved with lightning speed, rushing towards Sun Mo, his nimble hand slashing directly at Sun Mo.

The audience was intrigued by the rapid movements.

"What an amazing player!"

"As expected, dark-skinned people are all tough characters!"

However, Sun Mo's figure flashed, and Nanwu's swift hand-blade attack missed.

"What?"

In the instant that Namo was distracted, Sun Mo lashed out at him with a whip kick.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Nanwu rolled away like a rag doll.

Just as he was about to fall off the ring, he reacted quickly, clung tightly to the edge of the ring, and climbed back up.

Sun Mo did not pursue and knock him down.

The audience was stunned.

"That young guy seems pretty good!"

"Did he just make a move? I didn't even see it!"

Bulma immediately cheered.

"Come on, Sun Mo, knock him down!"

Amy saw that Sun Mo's attacks were almost invisible and realized how strong he was.

After all, she had seen Sun Mo block a bullet with his bare hands, and the thought that he was Bulma's boyfriend made her feel jealous again.

She glanced at Bulma, who was cheering happily, and thought to herself, "Tsk, Bulma's got really good luck..."

Nanwu climbed onto the arena, clasped his hands together, and said, "Thank you for showing mercy just now!"

However, I have a reason to win, so I won't hold back!

Sun Mo beckoned to him.

"Your reasons are not my reasons, and they won't affect my punches. The only way to beat me is through strength!"

Namo nodded.

"Well said, I'm going now!"

After saying that, he shouted and suddenly jumped into the sky, crossing his arms.

"Super Sky Cross Palm!"

The next moment, Nanwu rushed towards Sun Mo.

Its imposing presence was as if it had transformed into a comet.

Sun Mo remained in the starting stance, showing no intention of dodging the attack, as if he wanted to fight back.

Cheng Long, who was watching the fight, was shocked: "Quickly dodge! Don't try to take that kind of move head-on!"

Unexpectedly, Sun Mo advanced instead of retreating, stomping his foot on the ground and throwing a punch at Nan Wu.

"Bang!"

With a loud thud, Namo's Sky Cross Palm technique collapsed, and he was sent flying backward, falling out of the arena.

Sun Mo, however, casually flipped over and landed lightly on the arena.

The outcome is decided!

Sun Mo's fist was clearly harder.

The referee immediately shouted, "Namo has fallen out of the ring! Sun Mo wins!"

Cheng Long couldn't help but gasp.

"This guy is really worrying. I'm too old to go toe-to-toe with a young guy..."