Son Goku stood beside him and hadn’t moved at all.
But Yamcha noticed that Son Goku’s shoulder muscles were tightly tensed, and his martial arts shoes were slightly gripping the ground.
It was excitement.
This combat maniac’s first reaction upon seeing Piccolo display such power was actually happiness.
“Goku.”
“Hmm?”
“Do you know that Majunior?”
Son Goku was silent for two seconds, then smiled slightly.
That smile was different from usual; it lacked a bit of innocence and held something indescribable.
“Yeah, sort of.”
Son Goku only said that much.
The Arena’s broadcast System sounded again.
The Tournament Announcer’s voice was noticeably weaker than before, lacking breath support.
“The, the first match is over! Majunior wins!”
“Next, the second match!”
“Contestant Shen versus Tien Shinhan!”
Tien Shinhan turned around and walked towards the Arena direction, and when he passed by Yamcha, he paused for a moment.
Yamcha watched his back.
“Be careful, that old man is no simple matter.”
Tien Shinhan didn’t say anything more and strode towards the Arena.
And at the entrance on the other side of the Arena, an old man slowly walked out.
Out of the passageway on the other side of the Arena walked an old man.
Saying he was an old man, he actually looked more like an upper-middle-aged person, with a lean and thin figure, wearing a wrinkled white shirt.
The most ridiculous thing was his walking posture.
His two legs swung back and forth like noodles, his upper body swayed left and right, and his head nodded to the rhythm bit by bit, vividly resembling a duck that had just learned to walk.
The audience instantly exploded.
“What is this?!”
“How did this old man advance to the top eight? He must have used connections!”
“Look, look, he stepped on his own pant leg…”
“Hahahaha!”
Laughter rose one after another; even the popcorn vendor in the corner of the venue stopped to watch the commotion.
The referee wearing sunglasses raised the microphone, his voice very loud.
“This is Contestant Shen! Participating in the World Martial Arts Tournament for the first time!”
The referee changed his tune.
“And his opponent, Tien Shinhan, is the champion of the previous tournament!”
I believe everyone present is not unfamiliar with him; the final match between him and Son Goku remains the most-watched video on the Global Martial Arts Channel to this day!
I wonder how many moves this newcomer contestant can endure under the champion!”
The Tournament Announcer’s phrasing was already very polite.
Translated into human words, it meant: This old man is purely here to deliver himself.
In a seat near the front left of the audience, a round, short-and-fat youth sat there with his arms crossed, his expression extremely ugly.
Yajirobe.
With a samurai sword tucked at his waist, he heard the mocking laughter around him.
“A bunch of idiots.”
He had the qualification to curse.
Because in the preliminary rounds, it was this old man who looked like he could fall apart at any moment that knocked him out with a single headbutt.
A single headbutt.
At that time, Yajirobe didn’t even see clearly how the old man moved.
He only felt a blur before his eyes, took a hit to the forehead, and then knew nothing more.
When he woke up, he was already lying in the infirmary, and the nurse next to him asked if he wanted an ice pack.
What is the most humiliating thing in the world?
It’s not losing; it’s losing without even knowing how you lost.
But where Yajirobe was smarter than most people was that he knew being unconvinced was useless.
The oppressive feeling transmitted by the body at that instant could not be disguised by coincidence.
Therefore, that old man’s strength was so profound that he couldn’t bottom it out at all.
“Forget it, forget it.”
“Anyway, there’s a more unlucky guy blocking the knife for me.”
…
On the Arena.
Tien Shinhan.
Three eyes, bald head, yellow short-sleeved martial arts uniform, green martial arts pants.
Standing at the edge of the Arena, his arms hanging down naturally, his breathing steady.
Master Roshi pushed up his sunglasses outside the contestant passageway.
“This kid…”
Master Roshi said half a sentence in a low voice.
This wasn’t Tien Shinhan’s first time participating in the World Martial Arts Tournament, but compared to three years ago, his entire temperament had completely changed.
Three years ago, Tien Shinhan was strong, but there was a restless drive on him, his obsession with winning and losing was too heavy, and every move carried the flavor of “I want to prove myself.”
Now it was gone.
He stood there unhurried, impatient, and motionless.
“The enemy doesn’t move, I don’t move.”
Master Roshi recited, “This is one of the hardest things for a martial artist to achieve.”
Launch didn’t know when she had turned blonde, continuously shouting cheers for Tien Shinhan.
On the Arena.
Kami finally walked to his position, and even almost tripped over himself.
He held his knees, panted a few breaths, raised his head, and looked at Tien Shinhan with a smile.
“Young man, please go easy on me.”
There was another burst of jeering laughter in the audience.
Tien Shinhan didn’t laugh.
His three eyes simultaneously locked onto the old man opposite him, and the pupil of the third eye right in the middle of his forehead slightly constricted.
The referee gave the order.
“The second match, Contestant Shen versus Tien Shinhan, begin!”
Tien Shinhan didn’t move.
Kami didn’t move either.
Two seconds.
Five seconds.
Ten seconds.
The evening breeze blew over from the sea surface, sweeping across the Arena, rustling Kami’s clothes and Tien Shinhan’s belt.
Other than that, there was no change on the field.
The audience became restless.
“Fight! Why are you both standing still?”
“Is Tien Shinhan too embarrassed to hit an old man?”
“Hurry up, the drinks I bought are already finished!”
But the expressions of the people in the contestant passageway were completely different.
Krillin’s palms were full of sweat.
He could sense that the air between those two people on the Arena was not the same thing as the surroundings.
That was an invisible thing colliding against each other.
Son Goku’s smile also converged; he crossed his arms in front of his chest, his gaze closely staring at the Arena.
Yamcha leaned against the doorframe.
He was also looking at that Kami.
Shen.
Kami’s purpose wasn’t to win the championship, but to Seal Piccolo.
But now the match lineup had changed, and Kami’s first opponent changed from Yamcha in the original work to Tien Shinhan.
How would this match go?
Yamcha wasn’t sure.
Because in the original work, Kami was basically a crushing match against Yamcha, but Tien Shinhan…
was different.
Now, having undergone even harder training than in the original work, at this moment, according to Power Level, Tien Shinhan was around 250, undoubtedly stronger than Kami’s 220.
His strength had already caught up to the Power Level at the beginning of dragon ball Z.
On the Arena.
Kami still maintained that smiling appearance, tilting his head to look at Tien Shinhan.
“Young man, won’t you make the first move?”
Tien Shinhan didn’t move.
His three eyes stared at the old man’s movements.
“Senior,”
“From the time you walked onto the Arena until now, your breathing frequency hasn’t changed once.”
Kami’s smile paused for a second.
“When you walked with that kind of footwork, your center of gravity was always right in the middle of the line connecting your two feet.”
Tien Shinhan’s third eye widened slightly.
“Intentionally exposing flaws to lure me into attacking first—such a method might be useful against ordinary people.”
Kami fell silent.
The noisy sounds in the audience disappeared.
Although most people couldn’t understand what Tien Shinhan was talking about, everyone felt the shift in atmosphere.
On the Arena, Kami slowly straightened his waist.
His spine stretched out joint by joint, and his height instantly grew by over a dozen centimeters.
The smile was still there, but his gaze had changed.
“Not bad.”
“Lately, you youngsters are much more outstanding than I imagined.”
He kept his hands behind his back, his aura still restrained, but his standing posture was completely different.
“That old man… is like a completely different person.”
Someone in the audience whispered.
Tien Shinhan didn’t reply.
What he was waiting for was this exact moment.
He moved.
Tien Shinhan took the first step, and the entire Arena shook slightly.
His speed wasn’t considered fast.
But the landing spot, angle, and timing of every step were just right.
The first punch was thrown.
Kami sidestepped to dodge.
Tien Shinhan’s second punch followed closely, and at the same time, his right leg swept horizontally, blocking off Kami’s retreat path.
Kami didn’t retreat.
He stepped forward half a step, entering the blind spot of Tien Shinhan’s attack, while his right palm slid along the inner side of Tien Shinhan’s forearm, giving a gentle push.
Tien Shinhan’s entire arm was pulled off direction by this force.
Deflecting a thousand pounds with four ounces.
Those who knew the ropes in the audience gasped softly.
There was no panic in Tien Shinhan’s eyes.
At the same time his arm was pushed off course, his elbow tip had already changed direction, diagonally cutting upward from below toward Kami’s jaw.
Fast.
Kami tilted his head back, and the elbow tip swept past the tip of his beard.
The two of them had exchanged blows for no more than three seconds, yet they had already gone through seven or eight moves.