"Hee hee hee~~~" Bulma instantly burst into a wide smile.
"What's so good-looking?" Son Goku leaned over with a puzzled look on his face.
Neo immediately reached out and pushed him back into the back seat: "What does a kid like you know? Run along and play somewhere else."
Son Goku immediately wore a baffled expression.
In the distance, on a mountain carved into a stone house engraved with the four characters 'Thousand Hammered and Hundred Refined', Puar stood on the viewing platform of the stone house, using a monocle to watch every move of Neo and the other two. A malicious smile instantly appeared on its face: "Hee hee~"
It immediately put away the monocle and ran happily toward the inner room, shouting excitedly as it ran: "Yamcha! We've got business!"
Inside the stone house, Yamcha was doing one-armed push-ups to train. Hearing Puar's shout, a flash of sharp light crossed his eyes. He got up, wiped away the sweat with a handkerchief, and a wicked smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "It's been a long time since we ran into anyone. Good! Puar, get the car ready! Today we're going to have a big haul!"
"Yes!" Puar ran out of the stone house looking very happy.
Soon after, accompanied by a roar, Yamcha rode a desert-specific sand buggy, taking Puar with him as they rushed out of the stone house like an arrow leaving a bow. They kicked up a trail of dust in the yellow sand and galloped swiftly toward the direction where Neo and the other two were.
The current Yamcha was a villain who made a living with Puar by robbing travelers who wandered into the desert. He considered himself the master of this desert, and anyone passing through here would be completely robbed by him.
On the other side, Bulma was about to start the engine and continue advancing toward Fire Mountain.
Suddenly hearing the roar of an engine from behind, Neo and the other two instinctively looked toward the back of the car, just in time to see Yamcha riding the sand buggy and pulling off an extremely handsome drift, blocking right in front of the off-road vehicle.
"Ah? What person is this?!"
Bulma was clearly startled, but because Neo and Son Goku were there, she remained relatively calm.
After seeing the newcomer, a trace of understanding flashed in Neo's eyes: "You really came after all, Yamcha."
Son Goku sat in the back row, feeling somewhat curious about this sudden stranger. He poked half his body out of the car window, his clear, large eyes full of innocence as he sized up the two strange guys in front of him: "Who are you guys? Why are you blocking our way?"
"Humph!"
Yamcha stepped on the sand buggy with one foot, put his hands on his hips, tried to put on a ferocious expression, and let out a cold snort that he thought was very aloof: "I am Yamcha, who rules over this area!"
"I am Puar!"
"I don't want to bully kids. Hand over your money and capsule obediently, and I'll let you go!"
Hearing this, Bulma frowned slightly: "It's desert bandits! Big Brother Neo, we've run into bad guys!"
"Bandits?" Hearing this word, Yamcha not only didn't get angry, but instead felt it was a kind of honor.
However, just as he instinctively raised his head and looked at Bulma inside the car following the voice, his pupils instantly dilated, and his originally fierce expression froze on his face. Immediately after, that face turned into the color of a pig's liver at a speed visible to the naked eye. His heart felt as if it had been tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand, and it began to beat at a crazily accelerated rate; the thump-thump sound could be heard clearly even by Neo.
"Ah… W-Woman!"
Yamcha stammered as he pointed at Bulma, the whole person dumbfounded: "Puar! You didn't tell me there was a woman here!"
Puar scratched its head, asking back with an innocent and puzzled expression: "Huh? Didn't I say so?"
Yamcha decisively turned around and mounted the sand buggy at lightning speed: "Let's retreat quickly!"
"Yes! Boss!" Puar hurriedly leaped onto the vehicle.
Seeing this scene, Neo narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed he had forgotten that Yamcha had the flaw of being afraid of women in the early stage; he really miscalculated. However, since he had already prepared to fight Yamcha, wouldn't it be a bit impolite for Yamcha to just leave like this?
Moreover, Neo also knew that Yamcha definitely wouldn't let the matter rest so easily and would surely find a way to attack them later. Rather than that, it was better to deal with them right now so he wouldn't sleep restlessly tonight.
He immediately opened the door, got out of the car, and flashed to block in front of them: "You drop harsh words and then want to leave? Isn't that a bit impolite of you guys?"
Looking at Neo blocking the way, Yamcha's expression instantly turned cold: "Get lost! I'm not in the mood to fight right now!"
"That's not up to you!" As Neo spoke, his figure flashed. Without any fancy moves, he threw a punch straight at Yamcha's face!
At this time, Yamcha was still immersed in the shyness and panic after seeing Bulma, his heartbeat pounding like a drum. He simply had no time to make any reaction to Neo's sudden attack.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound of flesh colliding rang out. Yamcha's nasal bone emitted a teeth-gritting cracking sound. Accompanied by a shrill scream, like a kite with a broken string, his whole body was blasted flying several meters away, crashing heavily into the scorching yellow sand.
Dust flew everywhere as Yamcha struggled to crawl up, feeling stars spinning before his eyes and his head buzzing incessantly while nosebleeds streamed down unstoppably.
"You… You're courting death!"
The piercing pain finally pulled Yamcha back to reality from the panic of gynophobia, replaced by towering fury. He had never suffered such extreme humiliation before. He gritted his teeth as he looked at Neo, fire virtually spewing from his eyes: "Since you're looking for death, then I'll grant your wish!"
Yamcha let out an angry roar, swiped his hand at his waist, and took out a capsule. With a fierce press, accompanied by the dispersal of a white cloud of smoke, a broadsword gleaming with cold light appeared in his hand.
Wielding the saber, Yamcha slashed down fiercely toward Neo. The blade cut through the air, making a whistling sound. He clearly used all his strength in this strike, vowing to split the ignorant guy in front of him into two halves.
However, in Neo's eyes, this slash was full of flaws.
"Too weak."
Neo shook his head in disappointment. Yamcha was no match for Son Goku to begin with, and after special training, Son Goku's combat power crushed him even more thoroughly.
And Neo, who had synchronized all of Son Goku's combat power, could naturally crush Yamcha as well.
Just at the moment when the blade was about to touch the corner of Neo's clothes, Neo slightly sidestepped. The fierce blade wind brushed past his lapel without even blowing a single strand of his hair out of place.
"What?!"
Yamcha's pupils shrank abruptly. Before he had time to change his move, he felt a sharp pain strike his abdomen.
"Bang!"
Taking advantage of the momentum, Neo kicked up, accurately and viciously kicking Yamcha right in the dantian qihai area. Yamcha instantly felt as if his internal organs had shifted out of place, and the broadsword in his hand flew out of his grip. His entire body flew backward once again, plowing a deep trench in the sandy ground, before finally kneeling powerlessly on the ground, panting heavily and unable to catch his breath for a long time.
"Th-This is impossible…"
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