>>5954332Approaching you was a rather rugged man in every sense of the word, currently adorned in a varsity leather wool orange jacket with a semi-gloss finish and followed by a complementary green sleeveless tanktop with baggy orange cargo pants and green Feiyue shoes. His long platinum blond hair with black highlights, healthy glowing tan skin, and piercing dark eyes were the prime definition of a pretty body. A rough-hewn diamond just waiting to be polished and luster with the moon's radiant glow. Only one man came to mind with these features, Yamcha Gojo. In short, aside from Mark Saitan, he was the one you'd call the strongest male you've ever fought in your life.
Unlike Mark, however, you tied in a mano el mano battle with your pride on the line against Yamcha. That was the closest you had ever been to defeat, with only your defeat coming from the superstar himself. In your defense mind you, it was the second day of Aunt Flow, and you didn't take your special medicine to alleviate the pain and hunger. Of course, you hate thinking like that as it was no better than losing just cause someone grabbed your tail. That's precisely why you put your body through rigorous, hellish training to overcome such weaknesses. Also, even if you were at your peak, you weren't sure if you could beat Mark. The earthlings of this world were incredibly strong, especially the humans.
How much was their strength as descendants of Homo Neanderthalensis or the curse of Oden you couldn't say. What you did know was that they weren't ones to be underestimated, especially when they had an innate skill to regulate their innate power. Earthlings can raise and lower their power and ki output far more smoothly than anyone you've ever seen. Some were quite masterful at the art, going as far as to achieve the adrenaline-boosting, hysterical strength-based technique known as High Tension/Hi-Tension. Such a white-knuckle intensifying technique made up for not being quite as physically adapted to combat as most other races. Allowing them to even the playing field by pushing their body beyond the limits of what’s safe. A achieving a limit break of sorts.
By breaking their self-limiting shells, even if it's only the surface, they will go to the next level and ascend. In exchange, unlocking hidden stores of strength or accomplishing unheard-of feats thanks to the adrenaline coursing through their veins. In times of crisis or sheer adversity, even the weakest fighter can become a force to be reckoned with. Raw power can be overcome by skill and martial prowess, you know that better than anyone given your routine butt-kicking sessions with Grandma Fanfan. That's why you don't wanna disrespect the martial focus honed by either Mark or Yamcha. Speaking of, you remember firsthand the different sort of intensity that the wolf-themed jungleman gave off.
