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

Chapter 254 The Cunning Bardos

Bardos turned and went inside, where Bulma had already prepared lunch.

Sun Mo followed behind, his mind filled with the scene of their earlier sparring match, and the more he thought about it, the more frustrated he felt.

It's so frustrating not being able to hit it!

During lunch, Sun Mo ate absentmindedly, dropping his chopsticks several times while trying to pick up food.

Number 18 arrived, sat next to him, and seeing his expression, asked, "What's wrong?"

Sun Mo recounted what had happened.

After listening, Number 18 encouraged him, "Eat more, and keep up the good work this afternoon. This shows you have a lot of room for improvement!"

Sun Mo nodded.

"That's true!"

The practice continued in the afternoon.

This time, he was indeed more composed than in the morning, began to pay attention to the signs of his movements, and started to try to deceive Bardos with feints.

But it didn't work.

It was as if Bardos could see through all his thoughts, and she could always anticipate his predictions.

He feigned an attack with his left fist, and she slightly tilted her head.

He kicked her with his right leg, and she jumped to avoid it.

He even deliberately created an opening to lure Bados into making a move, but Bados didn't fall for it at all. Instead, she took advantage of his unsteady balance and gently patted him on the back of the head.

"Your intentions are too obvious. You're even trying to lure me into making a move. Are you serious?" Bardos said.

Sun Mo felt like he was going crazy after being criticized again.

Never before had a battle made him feel so powerless as he did now.

That sense of powerlessness stems from a despair of being completely seen through.

The other party knows everything you do.

The other person understands what you're thinking.

Before you even move, the other person is already waiting for you.

Whenever Sun Mo felt frustrated or irritable, he would comfort himself: Only by leaving your comfort zone can you become stronger!

After another fierce battle, Sun Mo was once again bypassed by Bados's attack, and he stumbled and almost fell flat on his face.

This made Bardos cover her mouth and laugh at her.

They're both angels, but this woman is so different from Weiss. Weiss is an elegant gentleman, while she's a scheming and manipulative woman.

He's always making fun of himself.

At that moment, number 18, dressed in sportswear, walked over.

"Miss Bardos, may I go with him?"

Bardos smiled and nodded: "Okay, come on."

Sun Mo thought to himself, if the two of them attacked from two directions at the same time, surely they wouldn't even be able to touch the hem of each other's clothes?

Sun Mo walked over to Number 18, and the two exchanged a glance.

"superior."

Sun Mo charged forward from the front, while No. 18 flanked from the side.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, attacked almost simultaneously.

Sun Mo's right fist aimed straight at Bados's face, while number 18's left leg swept across Bados's lower body.

That was a truly exquisite move, perfectly timed and angled; most people simply couldn't dodge it.

However, Bardos used a soft approach to overcome hardness, guiding Number 18's fist to smash into Sun Mo's face.

Number 18 exclaimed in surprise, "Are you alright?"

Sun Mo rubbed his face and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, let's continue!"

Sun Mo retreated half a step, and Number 18 stepped forward to take over. The two began to attack alternately, with one retreating and the other advancing, forming a continuous offensive.

The lawn in the yard was trampled into a mess, and grass clippings and dust filled the air.

Kobados was like a fallen leaf, drifting through the air amidst the fists and kicks of the two, dodging them perfectly each time.

Sun Mo's fist grazed past her ear.

Number 18's palm brushed against her back.

The two fought for a full hour, sweating profusely, but neither managed to land a single solid hit on Bados.

He didn't even touch the hem of her clothes, let alone her flying ponytail.

Sun Mo finally stopped, hands on his hips, panting heavily.

Even on the 18th, she stopped. Even with her seemingly limitless energy, her breathing quickened and sweat appeared on her forehead.

She had plenty of energy, but because she sweated a lot during exercise, her body started to become dehydrated.

The two of them picked up the water and gulped it down.

Bardos picked up a cup of full-sugar milk tea.

After taking a sip, he praised, "Not bad, the two of you together are much better than one person alone."

Sun Mo asked, "Miss Bardos, how did you do that? Does the Ultimate Skill really require no brainpower at all?"

Bardos said, "It's not all Ultra Instinct; it also includes my own understanding of you."

Before you make any move, every muscle in your body is telling you in advance what you are going to do.

I can see the direction of the flow of energy within your bodies, sense the shifts in your center of gravity, and even discern your intentions to attack from the subtle movements in your eyes.

She paused, then added, "How could you possibly hit me when your attacks are based entirely on known information?"

Sun Mo fell silent.

That's what they say, but what kind of perception would be needed to reach that level?

As darkness fell, the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving only a faint orange glow on the horizon.

Bardos glanced at the sky and said, "Let's call it a day."

Sun Mo was so tired that his legs were almost giving way, and he nearly collapsed to the ground upon hearing this.

Number 18 helped him up and calmly asked, "Are you alright?"

Sun Mo glanced at her and suddenly realized that Number 18 was no ordinary person.

He felt his endurance was already quite strong, but her seemingly limitless stamina still far surpassed his.

The three returned to the house, where Bulma had already prepared dinner.

After washing her hands, Bardos sat down at the dining table and looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table, a satisfied expression on her face.

Sun Mo sat opposite her, eating while reviewing the day's battle.

My mind was filled with what Bardot had said: too slow, too obvious, too direct.

The more I think about it, the more I feel like a beginner.

Bardos ate her meal elegantly and slowly as usual, taking almost an hour to finish.

After dinner, Bulma started packing things for her.

"This is braised pork belly, this is sweet and sour pork ribs, this is dumplings, and this is—"

Bulma deftly stuffed the lunchboxes into a large bag, explaining the contents to her as she did so.

Bardos said somewhat embarrassedly, "Miss Bulma, this is too much."

Bulma waved her hand and said, "Not much, not much. You didn't try these things last time you came. Take them back for Lord Champa to try as well."

Bardos hesitated for a moment and said, "But Lord Champa has been controlling his weight recently, and I'm afraid he'll gain weight if he gains so much all at once—"

Bulma was at a loss for what to do.

Sun Mo stood up, strode over, and removed all the food.

Then he took two buckets of instant noodles and stuffed them into Bados's hands.

"Here, take this back for Lord Champa's dinner."

Bardos looked down at the two boxes of instant noodles in her hand and asked curiously, "What are these?"

Sun Mo explained how to use the instant noodles and assured Xiang Pa that it would definitely satisfy him.

Bardos breathed a sigh of relief; Earth's food would not disappoint her.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Sun Mo."

After saying that, Bardos picked up the two boxes of instant noodles and disappeared in a stream of light.

Universe 6.

Champa's abode, the planet of Destroyer.

Xiangpa was lying on the sofa, holding a bag of dried fish in his hand, stuffing them into his mouth one by one.

"It's so nice that Bardos isn't here—"

Suddenly, a streak of light flashed, and Bardos appeared in the hall.

Champa immediately sat up, her eyes lighting up: "Vados! Did you bring back anything good to eat?"

Bardos walked up to him expressionlessly and extended her hand.

I have two boxes of instant noodles in my hand.

"This one?"

Clearly, this was nothing compared to those hot dishes that were delicious and visually appealing, and Champa was quite disappointed.

After all, he had indeed tasted the delicacies of Universe Seven once.

But after Bardos prepared a bucket of it for him, he chewed it a couple of times, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Um?

"

After taking another big bite, Champa's expression visibly relaxed.

Then Xiangpa held the instant noodle box and slurped it up, eating with great relish, even drinking all the soup.

"Bardos, hurry up, soak the other bucket for me too, I can't wait three minutes—"