“Oh, isn’t that Wuxiu and Bulma?” At that moment, Master Roshi also walked over.
Although he was soaked from head to toe like a drowned rat, the eyes hidden behind his sunglasses still brightened noticeably when they landed on Bulma’s revealing outfit.
“Long time no see, Master Roshi.” Sun Wuxiu gently set Son Goku down and respectfully bowed toward his teacher.
No matter how powerful he became, respecting one’s teacher and honoring the martial way remained the foundation of proper character.
“Hehe, long time no see, long time no see.” Master Roshi stroked his beard while carefully sizing up Sun Wuxiu.
A trace of surprise flashed behind his sunglasses.
“This kid’s Qi…
it’s actually become restrained to such an extent?
Even I can’t see through him anymore…” Master Roshi was secretly shocked.
However, on the surface, he maintained his usual carefree appearance.
At that moment, the little bald boy hiding behind Master Roshi cautiously poked his head out.
He looked at Sun Wuxiu with curiosity, admiration, and a touch of nervousness.
During the past year of training under Master Roshi, he had heard this name countless times.
“Son Goku’s older brother.” “A monster blessed with natural talent.” “A genius whom even Master Roshi constantly praises.” All these titles had filled Krillin with curiosity toward this senior brother he had never met before.
“Um…
are you Senior Brother Wuxiu?” Krillin nervously rubbed his hands together before quickly bowing.
“My name is Krillin.
I’m Master Roshi’s newest disciple.
Please take care of me in the future!” Sun Wuxiu looked at the noseless monk before him and smiled.
He knew very well that the person standing here would eventually become the strongest pure-blooded human on Earth and Son Goku’s closest lifelong friend.
“Hello, Krillin.” Sun Wuxiu returned the greeting with equal politeness.
“I heard from Master Roshi that he accepted a very clever disciple.
From now on, I’ll have to trouble you to help look after this idiot younger brother of mine.” Krillin froze briefly.
Originally, he had assumed that such a legendary genius would surely be arrogant and difficult to approach, just like many senior disciples he had encountered at Orin Temple.
Instead, Sun Wuxiu’s attitude was warm and approachable.
Every word he spoke felt as refreshing as a spring breeze.
“N…
No problem!
Please leave it to me, Senior Brother!” Krillin immediately straightened his back.
His impression of Sun Wuxiu instantly skyrocketed.
“Alright, we can continue catching up later.
Registration is about to close.” Sun Wuxiu pointed toward the registration hall.
“Let’s go meet the martial artists of this world.” Inside the registration hall, voices echoed endlessly.
Martial artists from all over Earth had gathered together.
The air was filled with the smell of sweat, medicine, and competitive spirit.
The arrival of Sun Wuxiu’s group did not attract much attention.
After all, in the world of Dragon Ball, a tailed child and a noseless monk were hardly unusual sights.
The registration process itself was very simple.
Fill out the forms.
Draw lots.
Wait for the preliminary rounds.
As everyone sat together waiting, casual conversation naturally began.
“By the way, where did Master Roshi go?” Krillin suddenly realized something.
The teacher who had been walking with them moments ago had mysteriously vanished.
“He said he was going to the restroom.” Son Goku scratched his head.
“But why is he taking so long?” Sun Wuxiu took a sip of water.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
Naturally, he knew exactly what that old pervert was doing.
At this moment, Master Roshi was probably putting on his Jackie Chun disguise, changing clothes, attaching his fake hair, and preparing for his grand entrance.
Master Roshi’s purpose was simple.
He feared that Son Goku and Krillin would become arrogant after gaining strength so quickly.
Therefore, he intended to enter the tournament himself under a false identity and personally defeat his disciples.
He wanted them to understand one important truth.
There is always someone stronger.
Only by maintaining humility could they continue climbing toward higher realms of martial arts.
His intentions were admirable.
For Son Goku and Krillin, such a lesson was indeed necessary.
However…
Sun Wuxiu slowly set down his cup and shifted his gaze toward the entrance.
An elderly man dressed in a black Zhongshan suit with silver hair was slowly entering the hall.
Many participants immediately turned to look.
“Jackie Chun…” Sun Wuxiu silently repeated the name in his mind.
“Master, I understand your intentions.” “If this were the original timeline, your plan would have worked perfectly.” “But this time…” “I’m afraid I have to disappoint you.” Because Sun Wuxiu needed this championship as well.
It wasn’t merely about the 500,000 Zeni prize.
He wanted to firmly establish himself as the strongest member of Earth’s younger generation.
More importantly, he wanted to test the limits of his Turtle School martial arts without relying on the Twelve Talismans.
Only after confirming his true foundation would he consider using those abilities.
After all, this was merely a tournament, not a life-or-death battle.
“Wuxiu, what are you looking at?” Bulma leaned closer curiously.
“Nothing.” Sun Wuxiu calmly withdrew his gaze and stood up while loosening his wrists.
At that moment, the tournament announcement echoed throughout the hall.
The preliminary rounds were about to begin.
“Let’s go, Goku.
Krillin.” Sun Wuxiu walked at the front.
His steady figure resembled an immovable mountain.
“Let’s make this World Martial Arts Tournament our stage.” The rules of the preliminary rounds were straightforward.
A series of elimination matches would determine the final eight participants who would advance to the main tournament.
For Sun Wuxiu, this level of competition wasn’t even enough to count as a warm-up.
“Group 44, begin!” the referee announced loudly.
Several muscular martial artists immediately surrounded him.
“Hehe, this kid’s skin is pretty smooth.” “And he’s annoyingly handsome too.” “Let’s smash his face first!” “Exactly!
I’ve wanted to hit him ever since I saw him outside with that girlfriend of his!” However, the intense battle everyone expected never happened.
Instead, only a series of dull impacts echoed through the arena.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The audience couldn’t even see what had happened.
One moment the burly fighters were charging.
The next moment they were already lying on the ground.
Eyes rolled back.
Foam spilling from their mouths.
Bodies twitching uncontrollably.
Meanwhile, Sun Wuxiu remained standing exactly where he had started.
Both hands were still inside his pockets.
His feet had not moved even a single step.
“Too weak.” He shook his head and yawned.
His expression looked genuinely bored.
“At your level, you aren’t even qualified to make me take my hands out of my pockets.” In another arena nearby, Jackie Chun had just finished his own match.
When he witnessed this scene, his eyes narrowed immediately.
“Hiss…” Master Roshi quietly inhaled.
“That speed just now…” “Even I had to focus completely to see it clearly.” Originally, he had planned to teach his disciples a valuable lesson.
Now he was beginning to worry about something entirely different.
“If things continue like this…” “This old man’s reputation might end up getting destroyed instead.” The preliminary rounds advanced rapidly.
As expected, there were no surprises.
Sun Wuxiu.
Son Goku.
Krillin.
Jackie Chun.
Yamcha.
Nam.
Bacterian.
And Ranfan.
The final list of the top eight contestants was officially announced.
When Sun Wuxiu emerged from the preliminary arena, Bulma immediately rushed forward and threw her arms around him.
Around them, spectators cheered enthusiastically.
The true competition was finally about to begin.