After watching Gwen go upstairs, Leo came to a quiet, dark alley.
He raised his right hand, forming a sword finger and pointing it at his forehead, then his figure disappeared from the spot.
...
Whoosh!
In just an instant, Leo's figure suddenly appeared on his home lawn.
The sound of the neighbors watching TV clearly reached his ears.
Hmm, it was R18 content.
It had to be said that American programs were truly stimulating, especially after midnight, they were really...
Tsk tsk.
Too bad, it all cost money, and Leo would never go out of his way to send money to these capitalists.
He could freeload off his neighbor—that guy watched it every day and was almost suffering from malnutrition.
...
After returning home, the first thing Leo did was take out his phone and skillfully call nearby restaurants to order takeout.
In 2008, there weren't that many delivery apps yet, so he had to call each one individually.
Ten largest pizzas, thirty hamburgers, two hundred fried chicken pieces.
As a Saiyan, he might not be good at other things, but his appetite was definitely top-notch.
It wasn't that he didn't want Chinese food, but these Chinese restaurants that had traveled across the ocean had become very strange to cater to Western tastes.
Things like General Tso's chicken, chop suey...
After trying them a few times, Leo had given up on that idea.
There were some more authentic Chinese restaurants, but they were all near Chinatown, which was quite far from his house.
To save time, he usually ate this junk food—high in calories, more suitable for him.
Due to the large quantity needed, it took over an hour for all of Leo's takeout to arrive.
After devouring everything, the food piled up like a small mountain was quickly stuffed into his stomach.
Only after finishing everything did Leo pat his unchanged belly and say with satisfaction:
"Comfortable, now I'm about eighty percent full."
Without any intention of resting, Leo simply cleaned up and threw the takeout boxes outside.
Then he turned and entered the basement.
The space of over a hundred square meters was occupied by various randomly placed equipment.
It looked no different from an ordinary gym, just with more complete varieties, but in reality, all the equipment here was specially customized. Even a small iron plate weighed over a hundred pounds.
Changing into the distinctive Turtle Hermit School martial arts uniform, Leo began his unwavering training.
Supporting himself with one finger on the ground, with thousands of pounds of weight on his body, Leo's figure constantly rose and fell, getting faster and faster.
Soon, sweat began dripping from his forehead, and the floor became wet.
Saiyan training, or rather Dragon Ball world training, was very simple—it was about tempering the ki within the body.
Ki was a magical energy contained within all living beings. From small things like maintaining normal life functions to large things like destroying stars with a single blow and destroying the universe, all relied on the effect of 'ki.'
To enhance the 'ki' within the body, improving physical fitness was the fastest path.
As life force increased, the strength of ki would also rise accordingly.
As a Saiyan, Leo had inherent advantages. Even without training, his body's natural development would make him much stronger than humans by adulthood.
Moreover, he had been consciously training according to Goku's training memories in his mind since elementary school.
By now, his physical fitness had reached an extremely terrifying level.
...
At 2 AM, the sweat-drenched Leo finally left the basement and went into the bathroom for a comfortable hot bath.
Lying in the bathtub, he closed his eyes slightly, feeling somewhat troubled.
"The training effects are getting worse and worse now. If my strength goes up another level, this kind of pressure-free training might not have even the slightest effect."
"Difficult, so difficult..."
He was already using the most expensive, specially customized equipment, but even so, it still couldn't keep up with the speed of his strength improvement.
Comparing with the memories in his mind, Leo had a relatively clear understanding of his own strength.
He was now clearly stronger than Goku who had just used the Ultra Divine Water and defeated the old Piccolo.
But weaker than the adult Goku who had undergone arduous training under Kami and defeated the young Piccolo.
Not strong, not weak.
This was somewhat awkward.
It was the same when placed on the current Earth.
He didn't take ordinary small fry seriously at all, but facing big bosses like the Ancient One and Odin.
Leo was also just small fry.
The current Leo dared to point at everyone on Earth and shout:
"Ancient One, please stand up for a moment—everyone else present is trash!"
To truly achieve invincibility in this world, he would need to transform into a Super Saiyan, or even reach the later transformations.
The Celestials, the five cosmic entities, even the Living Tribunal and the Beyonder—these existences couldn't be dealt with by ordinary Super Saiyans.
Still far from it!
However, Leo didn't need to worry. These types of beings were generally like background boards—without major incidents, they wouldn't rashly appear in the real world.
"Did you also come to this world with me?"
Holding an apple-sized golden crystal ball with a star inside.
Leo whispered softly.
Without a doubt, this was a Dragon Ball—the one-star Dragon Ball.
When Leo was found, this one-star Dragon Ball had appeared beside him.
His transmigration was inseparably related to the Dragon Balls, plus the one in his hand.
Leo had an intuition that all seven Dragon Balls had come to this world with him.
He had been searching for many years but had never found any trace of them.
"Forget it, I won't think about it anymore."
Splash!
Rising from the bathtub, revealing his muscular torso, Leo simply dried off and went to bed.
Even without the Dragon Balls, as long as he trained hard, he actually didn't need any wishes.
After thinking this through, Leo felt much more at ease and soon fell asleep.