RNP Chapter 359 Double Gravity
Chapter 359 Double Gravity
Krillin was training on the beach near Master Roshi's House, where the sun was blazing and the sand was scorching hot.
He was covered in heavy sandbags and ran with difficulty on the beach, leaving deep footprints with every step. Sweat poured down his body, only to be instantly absorbed by the scalding sand.
Krillin would also unleash a Spirit Slash at the sea, the sharp energy blade whistling as it flew towards the surface, creating giant waves several meters high that surged and churned for a long time.
Yamcha chose the desert as his training ground, where the wind whipped up yellow sand, creating an extremely harsh environment.
He threw punches into the wind and sand, each punch accompanied by a whooshing sound, sending the surrounding sand flying everywhere.
Yamcha also uses the sand dunes in the desert to continuously practice jumping and dodging. In the sea of sand, his figure moves quickly like a black lightning bolt.
Tianjin Rice and Dumplings are cultivating in a remote valley, with steep mountain walls on both sides.
Tien Shinhan unleashed his Tri-Beam and Do-Dong-Blast attacks. The Tri-Beam was incredibly powerful, blasting huge craters into the mountainside with each shot; the Do-Dong-Blast, on the other hand, was like a ray of light, accurately striking distant targets.
Meanwhile, Dumpling was focused on practicing his superpowers. He kept his eyes closed, his forehead covered in sweat, and tried his best to move objects with his telekinesis. Even if it was just a small stone, he would do his best.
On this day, Shang Yun, Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong, and Piccolo arrived at the summit of the snow mountain.
The wind was fierce, and Son Gohan stood upright on the edge of the cliff, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
Goku and Piccolo stood on either side, shoulders hunched, the former grinning to reveal his signature fangs, the latter exuding a chilling aura from his dark green body.
Shang Yun was surrounded by a pale golden aura, hovering about ten feet above the three people. As he lowered his eyes and focused his mind, the Prajna True Qi flowing in his palm collided with the snow falling all around, condensing into a barrier of floating ice crystals.
"Are you ready, Gohan?" Goku's voice was filled with excitement.
After receiving a firm nod from Gohan, Piccolo suddenly roared, "Attack!"
A dark green afterimage, accompanied by a whooshing sound, launched the first attack. At the same time, Sun Wukong's fist ripped through the snow curtain from the other side.
Son Gohan's pupils contracted sharply, and his youthful face tensed.
Son Gohan unleashed his left palm to deflect Piccolo's claw attack, and just as his right fist was about to block, it was grazed by Goku's straight punch.
The shockwave from the collision of the two immense forces ripped away the snow piled up on the cliff edge. Son Gohan staggered back two steps, but ultimately could not withstand the double attack and fell down the mountain.
"Oh!"
The snow mist exploded three zhang high, Piccolo squinted his beady eyes, and Goku somersaulted down.
In the snow pit, Son Gohan struggled to prop himself up on his elbows, his eyelashes covered in ice, yet he still stubbornly looked up: "Please train me even harder!"
Son Gohan's blood-stained fingertips dug deep into the snow, leaving a glaring red line across the white snowfield.
Son Gohan suddenly pushed himself up from the snow, his thin but stubborn figure standing tall in the wind and snow.
His eyes burned with a fiery intensity as he stared straight up at the sky, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked: "I want to become stronger, as strong as Dad, Godfather, and Uncle Bick!"
The biting wind whipped up Gohan's disheveled hair, but it couldn't dispel the burning determination in his words.
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At the Capsule Corporation, the metal equipment in the employee gym gleamed coldly. Yamcha, holding a dumbbell, suddenly exerted force, and with a crisp "crack," the steel dumbbell was snapped in two.
Yamcha stared blankly at the twisted metal fragments in his palm, but his peripheral vision drifted uncontrollably to the equipment area—three girls in sports vests were practicing combat, sweat rolling down their wheat-colored skin and leaving dark stains on their tight-fitting clothes.
"Hey! What are you doing? Stop staring at pretty girls and get back to training!"
The fitness instructor grabbed a rubber megaphone and roared, making the chandelier sway violently.
Yamcha hurriedly wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down: "Yes! Yes!"
But when he bent down to pick up the dumbbell fragments, his gaze became fixed on a girl's swaying ponytail and he couldn't tear it away.
Meanwhile, in the atrium of the Capsule Corporation, Dr. Cliff was talking to Vegeta via a display screen.
Dr. Cliff's cold sweat slid down his glasses: "Mr. Vegeta, three hundred times gravity... are we really going to activate it?"
Inside the gravity chamber, Vegeta's battle suit was soaked with sweat, and pale blue veins throbbed beneath his pale skin.
He knelt on one knee, bracing himself against the ground, and gritted his teeth as he forced out a few words: "Enough talk...start!"
As the blue light from the console surged, the air seemed to turn into a viscous liquid.
Vegeta's fingernails dug deep into the metal floor, leaving clearly visible claw marks behind him.
When Yamcha heard that Vegeta had entered the 300x gravity chamber, his hand holding the protein bar tightened suddenly, and crumbs fell onto Pull's furry head.
Yamcha dragged Poole by the tail and ran wildly, while Poole's four short legs kicked wildly in the air.
Yamcha rushed to the gravity chamber door, panting heavily. His forehead slammed heavily against the metal door with a dull thud, but he didn't bother to rub it. He immediately peered inside through the observation window on the door.
The steel doors of the gravity chamber slammed shut, and three hundred times the force of gravity pressed down instantly, as if it were a tangible force. Vegeta slammed one knee heavily onto the metal floor with a dull thud, and the muscles beneath his battle suit trembled violently under the invisible force.
He gritted his teeth, trying to prop himself up, his neck veins bulging, but his arms trembled uncontrollably, and the ground gradually caved in with spiderweb-like cracks under the pressure.
"Tch... a mere three hundred times..." Vegeta growled, his throat stained with blood. Large beads of sweat, under the influence of gravity, were crushed into fine mist as soon as they left his forehead, drifting into the air.
He exerted his strength suddenly, and a dazzling green flame rose around his body. He stood up with difficulty, and every movement seemed to be a struggle against an invisible giant hand.
Immediately afterwards, Vegeta began to swing his fists mechanically. The sound of his fists cutting through the air was dozens of times heavier than usual, and each punch was accompanied by a faint cracking sound from his bones.
His movements gradually became distorted, yet he stubbornly maintained his fighting stance, forcing himself to execute moves under the suffocating gravity.
The air blasts kept crashing against the walls in the confined space, denting the metal walls of the gravity chamber.
As his strength waned, Vegeta's breathing became increasingly labored, and his movements grew slower.
Vegeta staggered forward, his knees almost buckling and he knelt, but he managed to steady himself with superhuman willpower.
His aura flickered, and sweat mixed with blood dripped from his hair onto the ground, instantly crushed into tiny particles.
"Kakarot... I will never lose to you..."
Vegeta's voice was almost squeezed out through clenched teeth, his eyes burning with a frenzied fighting spirit.
Despite the torment of 300 times the force of gravity, Vegeta continues to push his physical limits, and every second of perseverance is a challenge and a transcendence of himself.