Dragon Ball: I Can Obtain the Memories of a Boss

"coming."

Su Ming suddenly opened his eyes. A month had passed, and the accumulated star power had reached its peak.

The week is almost here.

At this moment, Su Ming held nothing back, fully activating the Stellar Transformation technique, not only absorbing the stellar power from his former star core, but also the stellar power emitted by the surrounding planets.

In an instant, an energy tide swept through the universe.

One light-year, ten light-years... up to a hundred light-years, even extending to the unknown.

The power of the stars rapidly converged, and Su Ming was immediately engulfed by this surging power. His body was subjected to relentless tempering, but the mental state he had cultivated over the years allowed him to remain completely calm at this moment.

It continuously absorbs the power of these stars.

Another three days.

"Give it to me!"

Su Ming let out a soft shout, and his aura paused for a moment before becoming even more surging.

The phantom of the star core behind him was directly absorbed into his body, causing his dantian to become turbulent and overflow with the power of stars.

Gradually, the dantian transformed into a small asteroid.

At this point, Su Ming officially broke through to the Xing Zhou level, his cultivation level increased significantly, and his strength also improved slightly.

The "Stellar Transformation" technique was ultimately a latecomer; although its cultivation speed was extremely fast, it still couldn't compare to the divine power that had been cultivated long ago.

Their combat strength didn't increase much; on the contrary, their spatial abilities made significant progress.

The Stellar Transformation Technique is closely related to the Dao of Space. When he first cultivated to the Nebula stage, his mastery of space improved significantly. Now, he has advanced from the Star Core stage to the Xing Zhou stage.

It was an epic leap, to the point that Su Ming now felt as if the space itself was in his hands.

"With this breakthrough, our previous ideas should be able to come to light."

Su Ming had previously studied the ultimate techniques within space, but he had never been able to successfully develop them, ultimately because his grasp of spatial power was too superficial.

As a result, there has been no progress for a long time.

Suddenly, a faint ripple seemed to appear in the sky above the universe. It was very weak, like someone gently touching the surface of water, leaving only a faint ripple, as if a gaze had been cast upon it.

The realm of the God of Destruction, sometime in the distant past.

"I never imagined that a mere mortal could wield such powerful divine strength. Shall we go and take a look?"

Weiss looked at Su Ming through the sphere on the scepter, his eyes filled with curiosity.

He had just been planning to eat when he discovered an extremely powerful divine force flashing through the universe, much stronger than that of the Supreme Kai, and completely unfamiliar. He subconsciously used his scepter to take a look, but he never expected to see such an interesting scene.

I glanced at the house not far away, where a sleepy cat was still lounging.

"Never mind, there's no rush."

Weiss was about to put the image away.

The next moment—Su Ming looked up at the sky, as if searching for something… perhaps it was him.

"You felt it? That's great."

Weiss smirked and put away his scepter. Even though he hadn't deliberately concealed his power, it was still obvious to everyone.

But it doesn't matter. There's plenty of time in the future anyway. This guy is still too weak. He needs to grow stronger. He should be a good candidate for God of Destruction.

Especially since this guy needs to absorb star cores to cultivate, wouldn't he be a perfect match for the God of Destruction?

In this respect, he is far superior to Lord Beerus.

"Never mind, let's eat first."

I took out a bento box, still steaming hot, and began to eat it with relish. It was an elegant experience, yet extremely satisfying.

in the universe.

Su Ming searched everywhere until the faint spying disappeared. Even with his constantly evolving Observation Haki, which had long surpassed Roger's level, he could not detect the spy.

"who is it?"

With a look of doubt on his face, he wondered who, besides those few big shots, could possibly hide from him at this time, leaving him without even a trace of information.

Boss?

No way, it couldn't be that guy Weiss, could it?

Only that guy could be so silent and stealthy that he couldn't even find a clue.

Su Ming wasn't sure either, and the next moment, he disappeared into the universe.

Returning to Earth was as easy as eating and drinking for him.

As soon as he returned, Gohan pestered him to teach him martial arts, which was the only way for others to practice martial arts from other worlds.

Perhaps it's because it doesn't involve energy changes; it's simply about controlling the body.

Son Gohan was not interested in other special techniques; in his opinion, the beautiful yet powerful punches suited him best.

It has a different kind of beauty, unlike his father, who screams "Ahhh!" when he fights.

Su Ming naturally wouldn't refuse. Chi-Chi and Bulma also stood aside watching Gohan practice the Three-Body Stance and various punches. Although he was only three years old, he was already quite skilled and his punches were powerful.

Chapter 61 New Memories, Staying True to Oneself

"Chi-Chi, didn't you always want Gohan to be a scholar? Why are you supporting him to practice martial arts?"

Bulma was curious because when Chi-Chi was pregnant, she had said that she wanted the child to study hard and not become a martial arts fanatic like Goku.

Qiqi smiled slightly, not at all like a disheveled housewife, but still youthful and beautiful, with maternal love in her eyes.

“Practicing occasionally can improve physical fitness. Besides, isn’t your Su Ming teaching him? With him as an example, I’m not worried that my little Gohan will become a martial arts fanatic like Goku.”

There was a hint of envy in his words.

The two of them often get together, and travel is extremely convenient; they can simply fly their aircraft to see each other whenever they want.

When girlfriends get together, especially married women, besides shopping, they talk mostly about their husbands.

She also learned that Su Ming was different from Sun Wukong, who was obsessed with martial arts. He was very family-oriented and romantic, and would bring gifts home every time he went on a long trip.

She also learned that the fireworks display and the white horse ride were all to fulfill Bulma's childhood dream of a prince riding a white horse to marry her.

Bulma smiled broadly, her face beaming, when she heard Kiki praising Su Ming.

Life was easy and pleasant, and they didn't feel the slightest worry about the Saiyans arriving in eleven months.

Even though Su Ming had previously said that his strength could easily defeat the cosmic emperor Frieza.

Even if they are just training the group and may not necessarily take action, they are still the anchor of the group.

With him around, I feel nervous and focused, but I never feel despair.

In this relaxed atmosphere, time passed quickly. Due to his exceptional talent, Son Gohan's fighting power continued to grow, and he became increasingly interested in practicing martial arts.

Su Ming estimated that in a few more months, Son Gohan would be able to successfully break through to the Ming Jin level, at which time his strength would definitely increase significantly.

The time came to the night of Su Ming's last day at the age of twenty-six.

"I hope to get a follow-up memory."

Su Ming thought to himself that, apart from Dr. Erskine and Pirate King Roger at the beginning, none of the memories of the other three were complete, and the memories he had obtained were from when they were relatively weak.

The opportunities and techniques they obtained were not particularly powerful or heaven-defying, except for Qin Yu.

The "Stellar Transformation" technique was already very powerful; it was a cultivation technique that he had to research and create himself.

As the last second of his twenties passed, a not-so-large memory surged into Su Ming's mind once again.

My consciousness was not clouded; I remained clear-headed throughout the entire process, and even my eyes did not waver.

"It seems that over the years, the soul has grown a lot and is now able to accommodate the integration of unfamiliar memories."

Su Ming chuckled; his years of cultivation had not been in vain.

However, this memory is somewhat... too simple and too rudimentary, yet it hides a peerless martial art that can be cultivated indefinitely, even faster and simpler than the "Stellar Transformation" technique.

Its growth potential is much higher than that of the current "Stellar Transformation," and it is also very suitable for the world of Dragon Ball, where bloodlines are paramount.

"This has really presented me with a very difficult problem."

His idea came true halfway; he didn't get the remaining memories of those three big shots, but he did receive a heaven-defying cultivation technique.

As long as you continue to cultivate according to the method you remember, there is no need to create the "Stellar Transformation" method later. You can just continue to cultivate. Even surpassing "Stellar Transformation" is not a big problem. You also don't need to rack your brains to think about how to surpass the Saiyan's multiple transformations. As long as you cultivate this method, you can also master the transformation ability.

The master who created this technique also used it to gradually rise from an ordinary person to the strongest, overwhelming all the geniuses and becoming an emperor against all odds with his incredible talent.

Such a broad road lies before you, full of endless temptations. Once you make your choice, you can easily walk step by step towards invincibility in this world.

"Why are you frowning so deeply? What happened?"

Bulma walked to the bedside, skillfully knelt on one leg beside his body, and with a gentle twist of her waist, straddled his waist and abdomen, her voice very soft.

She reached out and gently smoothed the wrinkles between his brows, unable to bear seeing Su Ming like this.

"I'm just thinking that we need to work harder, twice as hard. Even if the probability is small, if we try many times, we'll eventually succeed."

"What are you waiting for."