Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 462 Tien Shinhan + Ultraman Tiga = Revive, My Old Sly Pen

The camera suddenly shifts to reveal two figures, invisible to the naked eye, engaged in fierce combat in the Temple of the Gods.

If it weren't for the occasional "bang bang bang" sounds in the air, you would never guess that there were two soldiers locked in a brutal fight.

"boom!"

Bobo's palm grazed Fang Yu's nose, leaving five deep finger marks on the stone pillar behind him.

Fang Yu's Mangekyou Sharingan's tomoe spun wildly, finally capturing the true trajectory of that dark afterimage!

"Follow me!"

He lashed out with his right leg like a whip, while his tail simultaneously curled towards Bobo's ankle.

This feint made Bobo let out a rare "Eh!" and he had to step back and lean back.

But Fang Yu's offensive has only just begun!
"Let me show you that I'm not just all about fists!"

"Eight Gates Formation, Seventh Gate: Gate of Shock! Open!"

"Gene lock! Open!"

Energy surged from his pores like flames, and Fang Yu's speed instantly increased several times over!
Bobo's previously composed expression finally showed a hint of confusion, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his dark face.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The explosions from their fists colliding created a continuous roar, and the floor tiles of the Heavenly God Temple continued to crack in the aftershocks.

The celestial being watching the battle trembled slightly as he held his staff, which symbolized the highest power on Earth and creaked under the strain.

"Such rapid progress." Two blurry figures were reflected in the god's cloudy eyes. "He actually managed to fight Popo to this extent."

At this moment, Fang Yu was completely immersed in the rhythm of the battle.

His third-order gene-level muscle control allows every inch of his tendons to exert extremely high efficiency, and his newly formed Saiyan tail is as flexible as a third arm.

Just as Bobo delivered a chop to his neck, his tail suddenly wrapped around the overhead beam, and he swung up like a pendulum, his legs twisting like scissors toward Bobo's throat!
Bobo had to cross his arms to block, and was pushed back seven steps by this strange force.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Fang Yu had already assumed the starting stance for the Dongdong Wave!
"Hey~"

A wave of energy surged towards them, but Bobo suddenly opened its mouth wide!
The terrifying energy rushed straight towards Bobo, but as it approached Bobo, its trajectory was altered by the enormous suction force in its mouth, and it was swallowed up entirely!

Seeing this, Fang Yu stopped.

He had to admit.

Mr. Popovich's physical strength cannot be explained by conventional methods.
Only when the difference in combat power is too great will this situation of energy being swallowed occur.

The deity suddenly raised his staff high, shouting, "Stop!"

Fang Yu staggered and knelt on one knee, his whole body steaming.

Bobo's dark face showed a rare sign of fatigue, and his baggy pants were mostly soaked with sweat.

"Unbelievable." The Celestial floated in front of Fang Yu. "In just seven days, you've already managed to fight Bobo to this extent. This surpasses the vast majority of warriors."

Bobo walked over, wiping his sweat, and suddenly reached out to pinch Fang Yu's tail, causing Fang Yu to stumble. "Is it this tail that brought about the change?" Confusion appeared on his dark face. "Something more fundamental is evolving within you."

Dragon Ball Fang Yu grinned, panting heavily.

Only he himself knew how much combat experience the Fang Yus from other worlds had shared during those seven days.

The three types of Haki from the One Piece world, the chakra control from the Naruto world, the combat experience from the Ultraman world, and so on—all these abilities are synchronized at this moment.

“So,” he swayed as he stood up, a triumphant smile playing on his blood-stained lips, “am I now qualified to meet the gods?”

The God and Bobo exchanged a glance and suddenly burst into laughter at the same time.

"Come with me." The god turned and walked into the depths of the temple, his staff striking the ground with a long echo. "It's time for you to know the true secret of the Dragon Balls."

Fang Yu suddenly stopped in his tracks. "I don't want to know the details of that thing."

He said he didn't want to know, but he actually already knew about Namek from the comics. Fang Yu stretched his shoulders and said, "My purpose in coming here is to become stronger. I don't want to know anything else."

The god was speechless and could only nod. "Alright then, young man, I will give you a training course. As long as you persevere, you will become stronger."

"Well, before that, I want to go 'home' first."

The god, puzzled, asked, "Is there something urgent?"

"Yes, I want to." "Save the Giant of Light."

Dragon Ball Fang Yu's figure flashed in front of the Crane School dojo.

He looked around, his brows gradually furrowing.
The dojo gate was ajar, and sandbags hung silently in the courtyard, covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, clearly indicating that no one had swept them for a long time.

"Strange." Fang Yu pushed open the sliding door of the main house. Only a few futon marks remained on the tatami mat, and the kitchen stove was as cold as ice.

He lightly touched the tabletop with his fingertips, which were covered in a layer of dust.

Where did they all go?

"Did these guys slip away just as I was about to go find the Dragon Balls to make a wish?"

"This is truly a surprise!"

Just as Fang Yu was about to leave, a gust of wind suddenly swept by, blowing up a piece of colored paper from the corner.

Fang Yu bent down to pick it up, a look of sudden realization on his face.

[Recruiting participants for the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament!]

"Was the cycle of holding the conference shortened after the last one?"

On the azure sea, a turtle-shaped island is basking in the sun.

As soon as Fang Yu appeared on the beach, he heard a fierce argument coming from inside the house.

From inside came Goku's signature loud voice: "This time, I'll definitely be the champion!"

"Don't underestimate me, Goku! I've been training like crazy lately! This championship will definitely be mine!"

Little Wukong scoffed, "Absolutely impossible!"

"Huh?!" Krillin's bald head turned red with anger as he jumped up and pointed at Goku's nose. "Who was it that I kicked off the stage back then? Want to have another match now?"

When Fang Yu pushed open the door, he saw the two of them head to head, locked in a fierce struggle. Goku's tail was all puffed up in a fluffy ball, while Krillin's bald head gleamed with an angry red light in the sunlight, looking just like two marbles about to collide.

Fang Yu thought to himself that when this World Martial Arts Tournament ended, Piccolo's subordinates would come and take a stroll around.

When Goku sees Krillin's corpse, he'll have something to cry about.

The two who were arguing finally noticed the figure at the door. When Wukong saw Fang Yu, he finally put away his bared teeth.

Fang Yu's appearances are always accompanied by a ton of delicious food.

Where is Master Roshi?

Krillin and Goku, standing head to head, pointed towards the bedroom.

"Oh!"

Fang Yu arrived at the bedroom door, and without knocking, kicked it open!

Upon opening the door, Master Roshi was startled and quickly stuffed the thing he was fiddling with under the bed.
"Heh, I knew you weren't up to any good. Let me see what all this is?"

Master Roshi hurriedly tried to stop him, but Fang Yu's hand moved so fast it was almost unbelievable, as if he had forgotten to turn off the auto-pickup function!

Fang Yu chuckled as he looked at the wig, fake beard, and black training clothes that had appeared in his hand. He said to Master Roshi, "Master Roshi probably doesn't want those two disciples outside to find out that he's impersonating 'Jackie Chan' to compete for the World Martial Arts Tournament, right?"

Master Roshi, looking pained, plopped down on the edge of the bed. "What are you doing, kid? I haven't saved a single penny for my retirement!"

"What else can I do? Of course, I'll learn the Kamehameha!" Dragon Ball Fang Yu suddenly slapped his forehead, remembering something.

"By the way, Mr. Kame, you know the Crane Style."

"Solar Fist?"

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On a side note, have you ever seen this before?
Have you seen this before?

These things are everywhere in the fields. When I was a kid, I used to use them as meteor hammers.

I only found out yesterday that this bastard is called datura, and it's extremely poisonous. It's native to India; one lick and you're instantly incapacitated, delirious, and mentally unstable.

(End of this chapter)