“Th… This is way too tall!”
“Oolong’s mouth opened into an O-shape. ‘What did you eat growing up!'”
“Hehe, maybe the food at Kamis Lookout is just better.”
After seeing the rain stop, Son Goku took off his headscarf.
Master Roshi took off his sunglasses and carefully looked Goku over.
Then he put his sunglasses back on.
The Qi on this kid is bottomless.
“Master Roshi!”
Son Goku ran over, bowed to Master Roshi, and said, “Long time no see!”
Master Roshi acknowledged him, his tone much steadier than before, “You’ve grown up.”
Son Goku’s gaze swept across the crowd and finally landed on Yamcha.
The two looked at each other.
Son Goku’s pupils contracted slightly, then he grinned: “Yamcha! You’ve gotten a lot stronger!”
“You too, Goku.”
Just a few simple words.
But the information exchange between the two martial artists was already completed in that instant.
Son Goku could sense that powerful Qi on Yamcha.
Yamcha could also perceive that every inch of Goku’s seemingly casual body was in a state of perfect standby.
However, Son Goku’s Aura seemed to have no difference from the original work, and was even a bit higher.
Converted, it is about 290 Power Level.
Looks like I was overthinking it.
The deviation of the original plot didn’t affect the future much.
“Yo! Everyone is here!”
Yamcha looked into the distance and saw the Earth F3 of the dragon ball world had arrived.
Krillin wore a baseball cap, followed behind by Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu.
Tien Shinhan still had that stern look, his three eyes scanning the audience, nodding slightly to greet them.
Chiaotzu floated beside his shoulder, timidly waving at everyone.
Krillin first saw Goku and was stunned for a moment.
“Goku? You’re Goku!”
“Why did you grow so tall, it’s not fair, why can you grow while I can’t!”
“Hahaha, Krillin, you’re still the same as always!”
“What same as always, I’ve gotten a lot stronger!”
Krillin patted his bald head, his eyes truly revealing confidence.
Tien Shinhan walked up to Yamcha and stopped.
The two didn’t speak.
Tien Shinhan looked at Yamcha for two seconds and nodded.
Yamcha also nodded.
Communication between martial artists is just this concise.
Master Roshi watched these young people gather together nearby, and amidst his emotion, he suddenly clapped his hands.
“Alright, alright, go register first, it’s about to close.”
Only then did everyone remember the business at hand.
A crowd of people swarmed toward the registration desk.
Looking at this bunch of contestants with powerful Aura, the staff member stamped with shaking hands.
…
In the evening, the only decent restaurant on Papaya Island.
The round table was filled with dishes, and Son Goku and Oolong were fighting to pick up the last piece of roast meat.
Krillin protected his bowl of soup on the side, Tien Shinhan occupied a corner alone, eating leisurely, while Chiaotzu helped him pick food.
Bulma sat next to Yamcha, occasionally poking his arm with her chopsticks.
“Eat less meat, eat vegetables too.”
“… I know.”
Master Roshi drank beer, narrowing his eyes as he looked at this table of people.
Launch sat opposite, eating white rice in small bites, her gaze occasionally drifting towards Tien Shinhan’s direction.
Lively as it was, everyone knew in their hearts that starting tomorrow, the people sitting at the same table would be opponents.
…
Late at night.
Contestant dormitory, double room.
Krillin lay on the left bed, turned over, and found that Goku on the opposite bed wasn’t sleeping yet.
“Goku, you still haven’t slept?”
Son Goku had his hands pillowed behind his head, staring at the ceiling.
“Can’t sleep.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Thinking about being able to compete with so many masters tomorrow, I’m so excited I can’t help it.”
Son Goku rolled over and sat up, clenching his fists, that smile on his face was as pure as could be without a trace of Impurities.
“Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, and Krillin you too, it feels like everyone has become so strong!”
Krillin also smiled, with both hands cushioned behind his head.
“That’s true, three years, I really want to see how much everyone has actually gotten stronger.”
He paused, turned his head, “By the way Goku, tomorrow I’ll let you witness the results of my three years of training.”
“Alright!”
Son Goku lay back down, but his eyes were still open.
There was a crack on the ceiling, and rainwater seeped in, forming a small water stain.
Son Goku looked at that water stain, and Mr.Popo’s face on Kamis Lookout appeared in his mind.
“When defending, be as quiet as the sky.”
“When attacking, be faster than lightning.”
Just two simple sentences.
Son Goku practiced in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and Kamis Lookout for nearly three years before barely touching the threshold of that Realm.
Being able to do it was really not easy.
But tomorrow is the time to test the results.
“Krillin.”
“Hmm?”
“Good luck tomorrow.”
“… You too.”
Krillin turned off the lights.
Moonlight leaked through the clouds, shining on the huge dome of the World Martial Arts Tournament venue on Papaya Island.
But on the roof of the venue, a pair of eyes were gazing at the night sky.
The white cloak rustled in the wind.
The next day.
May 7th.
Just as dawn broke, the outside of the World Martial Arts Tournament venue was already crowded with people.
In the backstage passage, a staff member shouted with a megaphone.
“The 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament preliminaries are about to begin!”
“All contestants, enter the Arena immediately!”
Inside the World Martial Arts Tournament venue was a huge Arena.
Eight stone Arenas were arranged side by side, each Arena being fifteen meters long and wide, with out-of-bounds areas marked by white lines around them.
The rules of the preliminaries were very simple: being knocked out of the Arena or losing consciousness meant elimination.
Seventy-two contestants were randomly divided into eight groups, screened through a knockout format per group, ultimately leaving only eight people to enter the main tournament.
The rules were simple and brutal.
The Tournament Announcer shouted at the top of his lungs over the broadcast: “First round, start!”
Arena One.
Yamcha stood on the stage, without even taking a starting stance.
Opposite him was a muscular giant over two meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body and three gold medals hanging around his neck.
He was said to be a three-time champion of the South District Fighting Championship.
The big man patted his pectoral muscles, looking down at Yamcha.
“Kid, I hate handsome guys the most, don’t blame me for starting…”
“Arena One, Yamcha wins!”
The referee was stunned for a second before shouting it out.
A commotion came from the auditorium.
“That guy didn’t do anything?”
“How did that big guy jump down by himself?”
Next door at Arena Two.
Standing opposite Krillin were three contestants who took the stage one after another.
The first one rushed up, Krillin sidestepped and flashed, his palm strike chopping the opponent’s back neck, and the person flew straight out of the Arena, smashing into the third row of the auditorium.
Seeing this scene, the second one went weak in the legs and surrendered with a raised hand.
The third one had some foundation in kung fu and threw a decent set of combo punches.
Krillin blocked all attacks with a single index finger, and then flicked him on the forehead.
The person flew fifteen meters away.
Arena Three was even more exaggerated.
Tien Shinhan stood in place from beginning to end without moving.
Every opponent who rushed up, as soon as they entered the three-meter range, was bounced away by an invisible Qi wall.
The referee didn’t see the process clearly.
Arena Four.
Son Goku chatted with his opponent with a grin: “Your move is quite interesting, do it again!”
The opponent cried.
He had already used his lifelong ultimate techniques three times, each time easily dodged by this long-haired kid, who still wore a sincere smile on his face.
“I, I surrender…”
Unsurprisingly, until the end, that Chai Bawang also lost to Goku once again.
On Arena Five, a young girl with a ponytail kicked her opponent out of the Arena boundary with one kick.
Her movements were clean and neat, standard Turtle School legwork.
Master Roshi pushed his sunglasses on the auditorium, his mouth twitching slightly.
Could she be…