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

A brief silence fell over the audience, followed by enthusiastic applause.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"So cool!"

A spectator glanced with lingering fear at the pillar that had been shattered by the giant ape.

She looked at Sun Mo again and couldn't help but gasp.

"Even though the opponent transformed into a gorilla, you still managed to defeat him. That's amazing!"

"Yeah, the destructive power of the gorilla transformation is terrifying! He broke the opponent's transformation in just a few moves!"

Bulma said, "Goku's move was really dangerous. If Sun Mo hadn't been careful and had been hit, he would probably have been covered in bruises!"

Amy glanced at the footprints and broken bricks on the ring, swallowed hard, and said, "Is it just a few bruises?"

If I got hit, I'd probably be covered in bruises...

Bulma shook her head confidently and said, "It's okay, you don't understand the strength of a martial artist."

They're all very robust; they won't die so easily.

Amy blinked.

"Really?"

Bulma laughed and said, "Of course, last time Goku got chopped up by an axe because of a misunderstanding."

It's just a big bump; a normal person would have been split in two long ago..."

Amy swallowed hard and said, "Martial artists are all so amazing!"

Several martial artists nearby glanced at Bulma in disbelief, then silently looked back at the ring without saying a word.

Wukong woke up, but his clothes were all torn and he was completely naked.

Krillin took off his outer clothes and put them on Goku.

Wukong clenched his fist and said, "My training is still insufficient. I will train even harder!"

The referee stepped onto the stage and shouted, "The final of the World Martial Arts Tournament is about to begin!"

Sun Mo, please stay on stage! Please welcome Cheng Long to the stage!

"Alright, the World Martial Arts Tournament finals have finally begun!"

We'll soon find out who will win the 500,000 yuan prize!

"I can't wait!"

"I can't even imagine how exciting their fight will be!"

Amidst the noise, Cheng Long solemnly stepped onto the ring.

He kept telling himself: I can't lose, I have to get serious!

Sun Mo dared not be careless at all and got into a proper starting stance.

Cheng Long, unlike before when he always put his hands behind his back and acted like a superior, also adopted the same starting stance when facing Sun Mo.

"I won't show any mercy!"

Sun Mo responded, "I will also do my best!"

The referee stepped back a few paces to a corner of the ring, raised the microphone, and shouted, "The final match begins!"

"Drink!"

Cheng Long roared and charged towards Sun Mo.

His body moved like a cheetah, his fists flew like the wind, and he smashed towards Sun Mo.

Sun Mo neither retreated nor dodged, but instead kicked Cheng Long with his backhand.

Cheng Long was startled.

Even if he hit Sun Mo, he would still take a solid kick from Sun Mo.

At the critical moment, Cheng Long suddenly retreated, avoiding Sun Mo's attack, and cursed, "Young man, you have no martial ethics!"

Without pausing for a moment, Sun Mo swung a backhand kick at Cheng Long.

Cheng Long reacted extremely quickly, taking a step back and leaping to the rear, dodging Sun Mo's attack.

However, Sun Mo's downward kick was powerful and heavy, and it was difficult to stop. It slammed directly onto the arena, shattering the floor tiles instantly.

The audience had never seen anything like it before; thousands of people gathered together, and for a moment, there was complete silence.

All that remained was the sound of the arena floor tiles breaking.

Cheng Long glanced at the broken bricks and said, "What a fool! What's the use of using so much strength if you can't hit anyone?"

As he spoke, Cheng Long flashed forward and kicked Sun Mo in the back, causing him to stumble forward a few steps.

Sun Mo reacted quickly, rolling over a few times to steady himself.

Cheng Long continued, "Not every attack requires going all out."

Only techniques with moderate force can be controlled with ease, allowing one to escape unscathed in dangerous situations…

His words carried a hint of instruction.

Sun Mo was not unaware of this common sense.

However, he dislikes a weak and limp fighting style; a thrilling and exhilarating style is his comfort zone.

Sun Mo roared and attacked Cheng Long again.

His punches were terrifyingly heavy, forcing Cheng Long to lower his waist to block with each blow, his hands going numb from the impact.

The speed of the combo was so fast that it was just a blur. It seemed that Cheng Long's vital points were being attacked at the same time, making it impossible to defend against.

At the crucial moment, Jackie Chan shouted, "Afterimage Fist!"

With a "whoosh!" sound, Cheng Long's figure blurred instantly.

Sun Mo punched the air.

The audience was astonished by this scene.

"Wow, three Jackie Chans appeared at the same time! What amazing moves!"

Sun Mo focused intently and said, "So this is the Afterimage Fist? Interesting!"

The next moment, Sun Mo suddenly rushed towards one of the afterimages.

The powerful punch instantly shattered the illusion; it was fake.

You've been tricked!

At the same time, Cheng Long's real body kicked Sun Mo.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge in time, Sun Mo used both hands to block Cheng Long's kick.

Although Sun Mo slid backwards a distance, he was unharmed.

Cheng Long used his afterimage fist technique, which consumed a lot of his energy, but when it hit Sun Mo, Sun Mo only felt a couple of pangs of pain, and his energy consumption was actually less than Cheng Long's.

Seeing that his attacks were ineffective against him, Cheng Long couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement: "This kid's basic skills are too strong, he's really giving me a headache..."

Cheng Long never expected that his agile and unpredictable afterimage fist technique would be broken by such a clumsy method.

It's a sure way to trade a tiny bit of health for half of someone else's mana bar.

Despite being hit several times, Sun Mo showed no signs of fatigue and raised his fist to attack again.

Despite his advanced age, Cheng Long, relying on his rich experience and using all his skills, managed to outmaneuver him.

In an instant, afterimages filled the arena, and the sound of air being torn apart was incessant.

Seeing the two players' superb moves, their tight and impenetrable fist and footwork, the referee couldn't help but praise and commentate.

"This is truly an unexpected match!"

One was a martial arts master with unparalleled skill, the other a vigorous young man—it was simply amazing!

In just a few minutes, the two exchanged hundreds of punches.

Finally, the round ended, and the two widened the distance between them.

Cheng Long was already panting, but Sun Mo was only slightly sweating.

In terms of physical fitness, younger people are stronger and have more endurance.

Cheng Long began to ponder deeply.

A moment later, he suddenly thought of a move, and his body began to sway from side to side.

Upon seeing this, Sun Mo immediately revealed his move.

"Drunken Fist?"

"How could you possibly beat me with that kind of technique?"

With that, Sun Mo attacked Cheng Long again.

However, just as Sun Mo was about to hit Cheng Long, Cheng Long staggered and dodged the punch, then kicked Sun Mo away with his backhand.

Sun Mo rubbed his chest, which didn't hurt, and asked in surprise, "Is this Drunken Fist?!"

He looked at Cheng Long, who was swaying unsteadily, looking full of flaws, yet not quite like flaws.

Sun Mo dared not be careless and immediately changed his tactics to attack.