Dragon Ball Breakthrough

Chapter 5 Breakthrough Limitation
Hot, very hot.

At this moment, Yamcha felt that there was no place in his body that was not surrounded by a burning sensation, and even all the cells seemed to be burning.

It was very painful, and I really wanted to just let it go and die, but my instinct told Yamcha not to give up.

Life is undergoing qualitative changes, and all the changes are telling him that his body, spirit, and even the most essential parts of his life are also undergoing earth-shaking changes.

Memories, countless fragments of memories appear on the consciousness like a movie, and many things that have been forgotten in this life and the previous life are all remembered.

"What is life, and what is the meaning of living?"

Yamucha fell into confusion when he saw himself who was eating and waiting to die in his previous life.

In his previous life, he was very ordinary. He was born in an ordinary family, and his parents were very traditional. Because of the filial sons born under the stick, he would be beaten up by his father every time he made a mistake, which made him even more rebellious. If you read well, you will not do anything, and in the end you can only help others to get by with a part-time job.

Because he was ordinary and ordinary, he would not be likable, and he didn't know what he was doing with his life. If it wasn't for the comprehensive variety of entertainment at that time, he would have thought about dying.

And in this life, he has become Yamcha, even though he is only a small character, he is also a genius.Possessing martial arts qualifications that are not weaker than ordinary people, handsome and tall, and besides Wukong, the son of destiny, as a companion, and a cute girl who admires him, the meaning of his existence is ready to be revealed.

"Become a martial artist and protect those around you."

The theme song of Dragon Ball Super rang in the depths of his consciousness. At this moment, Yamcha's mood was extremely hot, his purpose of living.

"The purpose of my life is to constantly surpass myself, break through the limit, and become the most powerful existence."

When the thoughts were extremely clear, Yamcha found that the fiery pain in the body disappeared, followed by a cool and comfortable feeling.His body, spirit, and even the essence of life seemed to break through an invisible door and break through the limit.

"This is such a strong power. I feel that I have great potential at this moment."

Although he has not yet come to his senses, Yamcha is very aware of the potential power of his body at this moment, and he has definitely broken through the limit of the earthlings.Even because of breaking this barrier, his current combat power has doubled.

Character attributes: Yamucha, 16 years old.Combat power: 16, favorite skill: Spike Fang Fengfeng Fist.

Breaking through the restrictions in all directions has also improved Yamcha's mental power, but such a message emerged in his mind as he gradually woke up.

"Is this the benefit of breaking through the limit? It's really good."

Slowly opening his eyes, Yamucha sensitively felt a fiery source of life around him.

"Sun Wukong."

"Ah, Yamucha, you finally woke up. Are you okay? You scared me to death." Seeing Yamucha wake up, Pu'er burst into tears with excitement.

The others turned their heads when they heard its sound.

When the cute little Wukong heard someone calling his name, he immediately turned his head with a smile and said, "Are you calling me?"

Simple smiling face, immature like a baby, but Yamcha knows how terrifying the future of this little kid is, not only because he has read the original book and knows the follow-up development, but also because he can feel the little Wukong inside the body after breaking through the limit. That huge potential.

"It's like the sun, and it's much stronger than ordinary people on Earth. Can we only say that it's worthy of being a Saiyan, or is it because it's the child of destiny?"

After thinking for a while, Yamucha patted Wukong on the head, and said confidently: "Wukong, I will definitely surpass you in the future."

This nonsensical sentence made Boulma completely confused, and even wondered if the handsome long-haired guy in front of him had lost his brain, but it is undeniable that Yamucha at this time is really handsome, making her heart like a deer bounce.

"You idiot are still in the mood to talk about this. Isn't the most important thing for us now is to find a way to get out of here. We will be roasted to death when we arrive tomorrow. At that time, we will talk about whether to surpass or not." Oolong was furious Said, at this moment, it really regrets being on the thief ship of Buma and the others.

After being reminded by Oolong, Yamucha immediately came to his senses.

"Have we been locked in the iron walled room?" Looking around, Yamucha thought in secret.

"You only know now." Oolong shouted.

"This iron-walled room is very thick, there is no way to break it, and the top is super-strengthened glass. It seems that we are really going to die this time." Boulma sat aside with his knees in his arms, and said weakly.

"Don't give up easily until the end." Yamcha, who is familiar with the direction of the plot, will naturally not despair.

"Well said, how can you give up so easily." Looking at Yamcha, Xiao Wukong also had a determined face, and he also found that the former seemed to have changed. Then it seems that this is no longer the case, and there is even a great chance of losing.

Little Wukong didn't understand why Yamcha said that he wanted to surpass himself, since the other party was already far stronger than himself.And because of Saiyan's nature, he really wanted to fight Yamcha.Of course, the most important thing at this stage is to leave this iron-walled room. Although he is stupid, he still knows the importance.

Guixianren's shocking blow came to Wukong's mind again, and he also put on a posture.

Sensing the change in Wukong's momentum, Yamcha paid close attention.

Character attributes: Sun Wukong, 12 years old.Combat strength: 12, favorite skills: stick technique, monkey boxing, boxing guessing.

"I didn't expect to be able to watch the information of Xiao Wukong. It seems that I am not a small person."

While meditating in his heart, Yamcha, whose spiritual power has been sublimated, also became very sensitive. Although he couldn't see clearly the principle of Xiao Wukong's Kamehae Qigong with his naked eyes, the sensitivity of his mental power made him "see" such a process, even in great detail.

"Turtle School Qigong."

The faint blue light beam shot out from Wukong's hands, and then hit the iron wall. Although the power was already good, it was still too weak to face the [-] cm thick steel plate, and the wall did not change much.

"No." After delivering such a blow, Xiao Wukong also fell down, exhausted.

"Is it really not possible? I'm still going to become a roast suckling pig?" Wulong cried bitterly.

"It turns out that Qi is used in that way."

Capturing the principle of Kamehae Qigong, Yamcha closed his eyes and felt the power in his body.

The strengthened spirit made it easy for him to feel the life energy contained in his body.

"Sure enough, everyone has qi, but it's very difficult to use it."

Holding his right arm, Yamucha gave a loud drink, and suddenly a ball of light the size of a table tennis ball burst out of his palm.

Yamcha's momentum made everyone pay attention again, and all of them widened their eyes when they saw the bright blue ball of light.

"Yamucha, you, when did you become so powerful." Pu'er suddenly found that the person in front of him seemed to have become a stranger, and it must be the most familiar partner who gets along day and night.

"It's amazing, what kind of skill is this?" Little Wukong was most excited.

Everyone got excited except Boomer.

"Yamcha, don't waste your energy, even Wukong can't break through this wall."

Although Yamcha is imposing, but the rational Boulma knows that unless there is the skill of that old man Guixianren, otherwise this thick iron walled room will be difficult to break.

"It's true that this wall is very thick and we can't break it, but what about the glass above it."

Controlling the air bomb in his hand, Yamcha said calmly.

"Yes, yes."

Under Bulma's ecstatic gaze, Yamcha yelled, "Fuck the bomb!"

After finishing speaking, the blue air bomb hit the ceiling with the force of a gust of wind.

(End of this chapter)