### Chapter 4: Bang and Bomb Join Forces
"Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist · Dissipation!"
Bang didn't dare to be careless in the slightest. His hands traced a perfectly circular trajectory, instantly deploying his exquisitely gentle force.
Like the most dexterous flowing water, he barely managed to guide, deflect, and unload the violent fist force capable of shattering mountains.
The wind from the punch grazed his body, plowing a deep gully in the ground behind him!
"Roar—!!!"
Kouki, having fallen into madness, had completely turned into a fierce beast that knew only destruction. His crimson eyes held only the desire to annihilate.
He let out a roar that didn't sound human. His fists turned into a blur of afterimages, blasting toward Bang like a violent storm!
Every punch contained terrifying power capable of cracking mountains and splitting rocks!
Bang pushed the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist to its limit. His figure drifted like willow catkins amidst the violent shadows of fists, dodging, deflecting, and dissolving the force.
That continuous, peerlessly exquisite defense was like a small boat navigating through stormy seas.
However, he soon discovered an even trickier problem.
Kouki's power seemed endless, completely tireless.
Meanwhile, Bang had to dissolve this terrifying power while avoiding hurting Kouki.
With his hands tied like this, he actually fell into a deadlock, barely maintaining the situation!
"Bang! I'll help you!"
Bomb, watching from the side, saw clearly. With a low shout, his figure cut into the battle like lightning.
He saw his brother's predicament.
"Brother! Be careful! Don't hurt him!"
Bang shouted hurriedly, his voice filled with anxiety.
This child was only three months old!
"Naggy! I know!"
Bomb retorted grumpily, but his attacks were measured.
His addition was like injecting new strength into a taut string.
Bomb's fist technique was fierce and swift, forming a perfect complement to Bang's flexible flowing water.
One focused on defense, dissolving and eliminating force.
One focused on offense, restraining and suppressing.
The two brothers' minds were in sync, their coordination seamless, like two intertwining rapids.
They began to compress Kouki's space of movement step by step, suppressing that violent power little by little.
Finally, under their exquisite coordination, a fleeting opening appeared!
"Now!"
A sharp glint flashed in Bang's eyes. His figure cut in like a ghost, and with a precise and swift hand chop, using just the right amount of force, he struck gently at the back of Kouki's neck.
"Ugh..."
The violent golden-green aura suddenly extinguished. Kouki's crimson eyes instantly lost focus, and his small body went limp and fell.
Bang caught him with quick eyes and hands, holding him in his arms.
"Phew..."
Only then did Bang and Bomb let out a long, genuine sigh of relief, fine beads of sweat seeping from their foreheads.
The exchange just now, though seemingly brief, was incredibly dangerous. The mental and physical energy consumed far exceeded a life-and-death battle.
Looking around, the once tidy and spacious training ground had been reduced to ruins, with broken walls and dust filling the air.
Bang looked at this miserable state, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.
The repair fees... just thinking about it gave him a headache!
What shocked and even terrified the brothers even more was the power displayed by the sleeping infant in his arms.
Only three months old!
Just a single unconscious rampage.
And it caused such terrifying destruction!
This had completely exceeded the scope of a "genius" and reached the level of a "monster"!
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes and experienced it themselves, they would never believe such an existence existed in the world.
After carefully settling the unconscious Kouki into a room.
Bang immediately went to check on the disciples' injuries.
Fortunately, most were knocked out or injured by the violent shockwaves. Although they looked miserable, they were all superficial wounds and minor internal injuries. No one's life was in danger, which was a blessing in disguise.
When Kouki opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.
Sunlight spilled in through the window lattice, warm and cozy.
He blinked, feeling a bit strange physically.
The violent sensation from yesterday, like a volcanic eruption that almost tore him apart, had disappeared. The turbulent power in his body seemed... slightly calmed?
Like the sea after the tide recedes—still deep, but no longer so restless.
But immediately, huge panic seized him.
Yesterday... yesterday he lost control!
Did he hurt anyone?
Where is Grandpa?
What about everyone in the dojo?
He sat up abruptly and rushed out with bare little feet, anxiously looking for that familiar figure.
"Grandpa! Grandpa—!"
His anxious calls echoed in the corridor.
"Kouki? You're awake?"
Bang's voice came from the tea room, gentle as always.
He and Bomb were sitting opposite each other, sipping tea.
Kouki charged into the tea room like a small cannonball, throwing himself at Bang's leg. His small hands tightly gripped the hem of his clothes, his upturned face filled with self-blame: "Grandpa! I... I yesterday... I didn't hurt everyone, did I? Is everyone... is everyone okay?"
He knew all too well how terrifying the power inside him was.
Although he was only three months old, with his physical growth, his current combat power was definitely more than 10,000.
Master Roshi could blow up the moon with just a few hundred combat power.
King Piccolo could wipe out a city with a casual energy blast with a few hundred combat power.
And his combat power was over 10,000.
Although he tried desperately to control it yesterday, the flames of anger burned away his reason. He couldn't remember clearly what happened in the end.
"Kouki," Bang's large, warm hand landed gently on top of his head, carrying a reassuring power. His voice was soft yet firm. "Don't worry, it's fine. Everyone is fine. They were just startled and suffered some minor injuries. They'll be fine after a few days of rest."
Seeing that Kouki's first reaction upon waking was not to care about himself, but to worry about others.
The heavy stone in Bang's heart regarding the "risk of losing control" quietly loosened a bit.
This child had a pure and kind nature, and was always polite and obedient to the disciples in the dojo.
At least for now, before he took in that disciple "Garou" with the extreme personality, he still had considerable confidence in Kouki's character.
"That's good... that's good..."
Kouki's tense little body instantly relaxed, and he let out a long sigh, as if unloading a thousand-pound burden.
It seemed that at the last moment yesterday, his subconscious desperate suppression still had some effect.
Recalling the trigger yesterday, Kouki's small face wrinkled up again.
It was all because of that guy named "Daiben"!
He had clearly dodged, but the guy insisted on forcibly grabbing his tail.
For Saiyans, the tail is not only a balancing organ but also the most sensitive and fatal weakness.
The feeling of powerlessness and the fear of being controlled when the tail is grabbed is enough to ignite the most primal rage of any Saiyan!
Because of this incident, Bang not only severely reprimanded that disciple.
He also enacted an iron law in the dojo: Anyone, absolutely, absolutely is not allowed to make Kouki angry!
Especially, touching his tail is strictly forbidden!
Violators will be severely punished!
This tail had seemingly become a taboo in the dojo that no one dared to touch.
And as Bang watched Kouki's small figure, the determination in his heart to "teach him to control his power" became firmer than ever before.
Teaching this little guy the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist must begin as soon as possible.
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