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

Cheng Long and Sun Mo have been fighting for a long time.

The setting sun had dyed the sky red, and the dappled afterglow falling on the arena reflected the two figures facing each other.

Sun Mo stretched his body and returned to his fighting stance.

Cheng Long's breathing was visibly erratic, and he was breathing rapidly.

Sun Mo didn't give him much time to catch his breath and assumed the starting stance again.

"Grandpa, can you still fight?"

"Kid, don't mistake me for an old man. Let me show you what it means to be wiser with experience!"

After saying that, Cheng Long ripped off his coat, revealing his emaciated body.

He then gave a powerful jolt, his aura surging dramatically.

His muscles suddenly swelled up, and his shriveled body quickly became full and plump.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a muscular, mountain-like man with well-developed muscles.

Except for his face, which hasn't changed.

The audience was astonished by this scene.

"That old man is amazing!"

"What a robust old man!"

"Although I didn't transform into a giant ape like Sun Wukong, I became a muscular hunk—that must be amazing!"

The referee immediately commented, "This is astonishing! Cheng Long's muscles are bulging all over his body right now, he looks incredibly powerful."

What kind of power does he possess? Let's wait and see!

Sun Mo's eyes flashed with excitement when he saw Master Roshi like this.

"I'm going to go!"

Cheng Long beckoned with his finger and said, "Bring it on, kid!"

Sun Mo roared and launched a strong attack.

His punches were even more ferocious than before, and their power was no weaker.

After Jackie Chan transforms into his muscular form, his strength and speed increase dramatically.

He no longer used agile moves to fight his enemy, nor did he rely on hit-and-run tactics to deflect force; instead, he chose to confront Sun Mo head-on.

As for winning or losing, Cheng Long knew he could no longer completely control the outcome.

Only by defeating Sun Mo head-on can we truly convince him.

The dull thuds of each punch landing were like the thunder of a drum, exploding in the arena.

Cheng Long absorbed every attack from Sun Mo, while Sun Mo also absorbed every attack from Cheng Long.

In this clash of strength, Jackie Chan clearly had the upper hand, but only by a hair's breadth.

Sun Mo's body swayed, but his feet were firmly planted on the ground like nails, and he retaliated with an even wilder offensive.

Seeing that Sun Mo had unleashed even greater power than before, Cheng Long was once again shocked.

"So, this kid has been hiding his strength all along, only revealing it when I used my strongest power..."

There's no other way but to fight back with all our might!

After a prolonged struggle, Cheng Long finally leaped backward, quickly bringing his hands together at his waist.

"Let me show you my special skill!"

"Kamehameha!"

A blue-white orb of light condensed in his palm, illuminating his face and muscular physique.

A hint of excitement appeared on Sun Mo's face.

He also placed his hands on his waist, forming a calyx shape, and assumed the posture of the Kamehameha.

"Kamehameha!"

"Here you are!"

"Whoosh!"

Two incredibly thick beams of blue-white energy collided violently in the center of the arena!

This is a martial arts competition, and Cheng Long knows he can't use his full strength. But he doesn't know that Sun Mo thinks the same way.

The two Kamehameha attacks didn't simmer at all; they simply exploded.

"Boom!" A burst of white light engulfed everything, and the audience closed their eyes.

The next moment, a huge shockwave spread out in a ring, and the entire arena groaned under the strain.

"Click..."

A mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

As the light faded, the two remained standing, with a bottomless crater blasted into the center of the arena.

Cheng Long's chest heaved violently, and his bulging muscles began to tremble slightly, clearly indicating that he had exerted himself greatly.

Although Sun Mo was also panting heavily, his breathing was relatively steady, and his eyes remained bright.

Seeing this, Cheng Long's heart tightened.

"I'm doomed! My stamina is almost completely depleted, while he looks like he could fight another three hundred rounds!"

"Sigh, I'm too old; I simply can't outlast him!"

"What should we do...?"

Cheng Long quickly began to rack his brains.

He was pondering what other unique skills he could use to defeat Sun Mo.

We absolutely cannot let Sun Mo win!

He has only been training for less than a year, yet he has already won the world's number one championship. Who knows how arrogant he will become in the future.

Under Sun Mo's gaze, Cheng Long's muscles atrophied, and he reverted to his previous withered old man appearance.

Sun Mo said, "It seems I'm going to win!"

As he spoke, Sun Mo suddenly threw a punch at Cheng Long.

However, just as he set off, a sudden change occurred.

He suddenly couldn't sense Jackie Chan's presence anymore.

You can see him standing there, but it's as if he's not there at all.

Without thinking twice, Sun Mo rushed forward and delivered a powerful punch.

However, Jackie Chan merely shifted his body slightly to the side.

The movement was so small it was almost negligible, yet Sun Mo's fist grazed his body by the slightest distance.

Sun Mo's heart tightened, and he quickly changed his fist into an elbow, followed by a fierce knee strike!

However, this sudden change of tactics still failed to hit Cheng Long.

Sun Mo's pupils constricted, and he abruptly increased the distance between them.

The image of Cheng Long trying to avoid him kept replaying in his mind.

In that instant, Cheng Long's movement no longer relied on visible exertion.

It was as if a preparatory move was hidden, making it completely unpredictable for him.

Sun Mo launched another attack, his offensive as fierce as a storm.

However, Cheng Long's body was like a willow catkin, drifting lightly in the wind.

No matter how fast Sun Mo's fist was, it couldn't touch him.

Sun Mo thought to himself, "This can't possibly be the Ultimate Instinct, but it's still a pretty good skill..."

After all, he knew very well what the limits of Master Roshi's abilities were.

Unable to figure it out for a moment, Sun Mo stopped thinking about it and launched another fierce attack on Master Roshi.

However, the subsequent attacks seemed even more intense.

But he still couldn't catch any premonition of Cheng Long's power, and tried many times but failed to hit him.

Sun Mo discovered that the more ferocious and precise his attacks were, the more clumsy and ridiculous they appeared.

It's like a clumsy giant bear trying to pat a nimble butterfly.

If someone else encountered this situation, they might feel anxious, surprised, or furious...

But Sun Mo was different; the outcome of this duel didn't mean much to him.

This kind of rare and precious martial arts duel is a valuable source of experience for him.

Sun Mo abandoned his aggressive and sweeping fighting style.

They launched their attack cautiously.

This feeling was like entering a state of enlightenment, and he wanted to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible.

Even after being hit twice by Cheng Long, he still chose to endure it and continue.

The battle between the two was no longer a clash of strength and power, but a battle of extreme dodging and attack.

As fists and feet clashed, a frenzied cheer erupted outside the ring.

Bulma, watching the two fight, exclaimed in amazement, "Unbelievable! That old man is so strong!"

Wukong leaned half his body over the railing, his eyes shining with an eerie brightness.

"The old man's dodging method was amazing!"

Sun Mo is amazing! He's learning from him, and I want to learn too!

The duel between the two is no longer just about speed... it's about rhythm.

Klin's bald head was covered in sweat; he was the one who was watching with the most difficulty and the most focus.

As a fellow disciple of the Turtle Hermit School, he understood martial arts better than others, and was thus most deeply affected.

"I thought Sun Mo was already very capable, but I never expected there was such a capable old man!"

There are always people more capable than you, and there's always someone better than you!

After receiving the capsule, Namo planned to watch the match before leaving.

Seeing Jackie Chan's amazing performance, I couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"As expected of Master Roshi, he's truly amazing..."

A spectator nearby chimed in, "Yeah, that young man truly lives up to his reputation as a disciple of the God of Martial Arts, he's really strong..."

Namo was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes, as expected of Master Roshi's disciple, truly amazing!"