Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out!

Solo closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his body.

The skill icons in the lower right corner of the field of view are clearly visible, with the icon for [Combat Power x50] floating there quietly, glowing faintly.

Solo immediately tried to add a virtual point to the skill that increases combat power by 50.

In the blink of an eye, the skill icon turned black and white, like a lamp that had been extinguished.

"Whoosh!"

Instantly, an extremely heavy sense of oppression swept over my entire body.

The pressure was many times stronger than before, as if an entire mountain was pressing down on us.

Solo was so pressed down that he almost squatted on the ground, his knees bent into an arc, his jaw clenched, the veins on his forehead bulging slightly, and his breathing becoming rapid.

Immediately afterwards, Solo added another point to his passive skill, which increases combat power by 50.

In a short while, the skill icons returned to color, and the light shone again.

The feeling of oppression quickly disappeared, and my body felt relaxed again.

Wow, you can do it this way!

Solo was overjoyed, and a smile spread across his face.

Because if you keep training at a combat power of 5, your basic combat power will definitely increase slowly.

However, if you hone your body with a combat power of only 1000, your basic combat power will definitely increase significantly.

That's exactly right!

Solo clenched his fist, feeling the suppressed power within him, then relaxed it.

……

After training in the gravity training room for a full three hours, Solo emerged from the room, drenched in sweat.

He pushed open the metal door, his steps heavy, his clothes soaked with sweat and clinging to his skin, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead down his nose.

As soon as he left the training room, Solo spotted Bulma standing in the sunlight.

Sunlight shone from behind her, casting a long shadow on the ground.

"Bulma, get me something to eat, I'm starving!" Solo said breathlessly, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

"Go, prepare some food." Bulma immediately gave the order to the chef robot beside her, pointing towards the kitchen.

The chef robot's eyes flashed, it beeped, and immediately turned to get to work.

"How's your training going, Solo?" Bulma asked with concern, and thoughtfully handed Solo a bottle of mineral water.

"Thank you," Solo said, taking the bottled water from him.

He unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted his head back, and took a big, satisfying gulp.

Water droplets slid down the corners of his mouth and dripped onto the ground along his chin.

"Not bad," Solo thought to himself, pleased with himself.

I used to think I was a good-for-nothing.

It turns out it was because the environment wasn't good.

Improving one's strength on the planet Arantis is an extremely difficult task.

However, the situation is completely different when training in a gravity training room.

Solo felt as if he were in his element.

"You're already so strong, yet you still train so hard," Bulma exclaimed, crossing her arms.

"I have a feeling," Solo said in a low voice, his gaze fixed on the distance. "This trip to Namek will be far more complicated than we imagine!"

"Really?" Bulma paused, tilting her head. "Are Namekians that powerful?"

"They might not be Namekians." Solo shook his head, his brow furrowing slightly. "They could also be an evil organization from the depths of space."

"If it's that scary..." Bulma's lips twitched slightly, she stuck out her tongue in fright, and tapped her lips with her finger. "Maybe I shouldn't go..."

"Hmm." Soro nodded, glancing at Bulma. "You'd better not go."

He did not agree with Bulma going to Namek with him.

……

The chef robot quickly served up a variety of specialty dishes.

The tray was filled with plates, steaming hot.

Solo began to eat with relish, his chopsticks flying across the plate as he swept up the dishes on the table like a whirlwind.

"By the way... Solo, do you have a twin brother?" Bulma blinked and suddenly asked.

"No," Solo shook his head, then asked, "Why do you ask?"

"N-nothing... When I was 10 years old, someone with the same name as you saved me, but I can't remember what he looked like." Bulma rubbed her head and told the truth.

"Do you think it's possible that I traveled through time and went back to when you were 10 years old?" Solo chuckled.

Bulma stared blankly at Solo, her beautiful eyes blinking rapidly. Suddenly, she felt that what he said seemed to make a lot of sense.

"I'm full." Solo put down his chopsticks, stood up from his chair, and said, "I'm going out for a bit."

"Snapped!"

With that, Solo immediately took off, his feet leaving the ground and his body hovering in mid-air.

"Huh?" Bulma blinked, looked up, and asked, shielding her eyes from the sunlight with her hand. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find Krillin!" Solo glanced down at Bulma, a smile playing on his lips.

"Krillin?" Bulma was a little taken aback, her brow furrowing slightly. "What do you want with him?"

"Let's have a go at him." Solo grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.

Bulma: "..."

Bulma froze instantly, her mouth slightly agape and her eyes wide.

You have a combat power of 5, and you want to challenge Krillin, who only has 1700?

Bulma's mind conjured up the image of Krillin being beaten to a pulp.

"Krillin didn't do anything to you, did he?" Bulma asked quickly, raising her voice.

"Let's go." Solo didn't waste any more words. With a swift movement, he transformed into a streak of light and flew rapidly towards the island where Master Roshi was.

In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared into the sky, leaving only a faint ripple of air.

Bulma stood there, looking up in the direction Soro had disappeared.

She silently wiped away her sweat, her fingers brushing across her forehead, and observed a 10-second moment of silence in memory of Klin.

When did Klin offend Solo?

I hope I won't get beaten to death.

It shouldn't be like that...

Solo doesn't look like a bad guy.

Bulma bit her lip, her brows furrowing.

He hesitated for a moment.

"Hey!" Bulma cupped her hands around her mouth, making a megaphone shape, and shouted, "Do you know where Krillin is?"

"I know." Solo's voice carried from afar, echoing in the air.

Bulma's expression stiffened slightly, her lips twitched, and then she immediately shook her head.

Should we call Klin and ask him to leave beforehand to avoid trouble?

……

Master Roshi's island.

The waves crashed against the rocks on the shore, making a splashing sound.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, blew through the trees on the island.

Klin was punching and kicking at thin air on the island.

His fists drew arcs in the air, each punch carrying immense force.

When the foot kicked out, a small patch of sand on the ground was blown up.

Sweat dripped down his bald head and onto the beach.

Master Roshi sat in a recliner, holding a magazine in his hand, looking at something behind his sunglasses.

The sea turtle lay on the beach, its head stretched out, its eyes fixed on Klin.

"ha!"

Klin gathered energy in his hands, and a ball of light pulsed in his palms, making a sizzling sound.

He thrust his arm forward with a sudden burst of energy, which shot towards the distant sea at incredible speed, leaving a trail of light in the air.

"call out!"

The energy traveled rapidly across the sea surface, cutting through the water and leaving a long white trail on the horizon.

The waves surged to both sides and took several seconds to recede.

Krillin took a deep breath, his chest heaving, scratched his head at Master Roshi, grinned, and revealed two rows of teeth.

……

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