Dragon Ball: I, Yamcha, am the strongest in the universe

Chapter 19 Actual combat is the only criterion for testing strength
Inside the Flame Mountain branch of the Black Silk Army, several beast-like humans carrying submachine guns and wearing wolf heads gathered together, chatting and playing cards while smoking cigarettes. From time to time, bursts of malicious and obscene laughter could be heard.

For these vulgar ruffians, the content of their chats is nothing more than which young wife is pretty, which young wife is better at sex, etc.

Even a principled superior like Captain Leopard should not expect all his subordinates to be good men and women.

The Black Silk Army is an evil organization after all, so don't expect many good people among them.

"Come on, come on, today's ring battle is about to begin."

There was a commotion outside, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Is there another ring fight today?" Seeing this, one of the wolf-headed beastmen who was playing cards immediately patted his butt and stood up, leaning his head to look around for a while and then asked in confusion.

"It seems so." Another wolf-headed beast-like person said, "The frequency of the ring battles seems to be increasing recently. We had three battles yesterday."

Then he said with admiration.

"As expected of him, I wish I had half his strength."

It is the nature of all species to worship the strong, especially beast-type humans, who worship the strong more than ordinary people.

"Don't dream here, just play your cards honestly. That guy can take care of ten little Karamis like you in one breath." The last wolf-headed beast-like man hit his friend.

"Ten? I bet twenty!"

"Thirty!"

"Hey, hey, hey, stop looking down on others."

The wolf head who was ridiculed was so angry that his face turned green.

"How long do you think these guys can last this time?"

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open, and a beast-like man with a bear head walked in from outside and interrupted: "I just heard that the people on the ring this time include the owner of the Muay Thai gym in the south, the jonin of the Koga-ryu in the north, and the ninjas from the west. None of them are mediocre and can at least last for an hour."

"One hour?"

"The guy who claimed to be a 10th degree judo master couldn't even last a single round. I bet a month's worth of money on him, but he couldn't even last three minutes."

"About half an hour at most."

Several people were discussing each other word by word.

"No fight, no fight."

The wolf head who stood up first pushed the cards in his hand onto the table with an annoyed look on his face: "I'm going to watch the game. This time I want to buy five minutes to be defeated."

"Hey, hey, hey, stop playing dirty. You've obviously lost. Give me the money."

"Catch him! Don't let this thief get away!"

Three minutes later.

"Everyone, thank you for letting me." Yamcha, wearing a white training suit, stood in the center of the ring with his hands behind his back. His breathing was steady, with only the ends of his temples slightly wet.

Around him, there were people lying on the ground in all directions. Judging from the clothes they were wearing, they were the martial artists that the beastmen had talked about before. There were martial artists who had originally opened a martial arts hall near the Flame Mountain, and there were also martial artists who came here to teach Yamcha a lesson. Without exception, they were all defeated.

In the early days of Dragon Ball, martial arts flourished. Many people spent money to practice martial arts and were eager to learn martial arts. This was the time when all the martial arts halls and martial artists were at their most prosperous.

Yamcha set up a ring and announced to the public that no matter how many people came and no matter what means they used, as long as they could defeat him in the ring, they would receive a bonus of 50 Sony.

With the help of Captain Leopard, the news spread quickly and many people wanted to give it a try.

You should know that the world's number one martial arts tournament, which gathers most of the martial arts masters, has a prize money of only 50.

This is a considerable fortune, at least before the currency in the Dragon Ball world becomes inflated.
So challengers came in an endless stream.

At the beginning, Yamcha still had some difficulty, but with the auxiliary ability of Pearl Jam, Yamcha quickly adapted to the battle.

Although the imitation master version of "Pearl Jam" is only one tenth of the effect, but if you do it three times a day, any internal and external injuries will be cleared up.

As a result, Yamcha's strength improved rapidly during this period.

Only three months had passed, and now he was able to defeat many gym masters easily without taking any damage.

In fact, Yamcha's original intention was to find some real boxing masters and learn their moves.
However, true masters would not look down upon such a small amount of money as 50 Sony. It is not like the world's number one martial arts tournament where one can gain fame, so the visitors are just ordinary masters.

There are very few people who can even force Yamcha to use his 'Wolf Fang Wind Fist', let alone defeat him and force him to learn it.

Fortunately, actual combat is the only criterion for testing one's strength. Even though he did not learn the boxing techniques he wanted, Yamcha made rapid progress through a large amount of actual combat. At least in these three months, his strength has at least doubled.

"As expected of you, brother Yamcha. Your strength is getting stronger and stronger. None of those self-righteous martial artists can be your opponent."

The sound came before the person arrived. The long-lost rough laughter sounded again, and Captain Leopard walked slowly in from outside the door.

"Commander Leopard, why is the quality of today's challengers so bad?"

Yamcha exhaled a breath, jumped off the ring, ignored the admiring gazes around him, and took a glass of juice from the servant and started drinking.

Commander Leopard was a little surprised and said, "Why? Brother, you haven't had enough fun yet?"

Yamcha bit the straw and answered casually: "Not enough. This is far from enough. This level can't even warm up. I just got a little excited and they all fell down. When will the next batch arrive? Let them come over now."

The quality of challengers in recent times has dropped sharply, not to mention real masters, there are not even any characters with names from the original work. Even Yamcha suspects that these challengers are not as strong as his fellow disciple from Klingdorin Temple. After all, he has the confidence to participate in the world's number one martial arts tournament.

'Speaking of the World Martial Arts Tournament, should I participate? If I remember correctly, the 747th World Martial Arts Tournament will be held next year (A.D. ).'

'The champion is King Chaiba?'

Before the 20th World Martial Arts Tournament, it was held every five years. Starting from the 21st tournament, it was changed to every three years because of the sponsorship.

After hearing what Yamcha said, Captain Leopard's mouth twitched slightly, and he said helplessly: "I'm afraid I have to disappoint you. All the guys who opened martial arts schools nearby have been here. Today's batch is the last one."

He patted Yamcha's shoulder with both emotion and envy, and said sincerely.

"Brother, you are so strong."

(End of this chapter)