The Next Tournament, Perhaps You Will Be the Champion

One attack after another, unleashing his full strength.

Mr. Satan desperately tried to show off, his performance exceeding his usual level, making him feel an inexhaustible surge of power.

However, Talot stood there like a pillar holding the sea, unmoving.

To the untrained eye, Mr. Satan seemed to have the upper hand, leading the entire audience to cheer and clamor for him.

Outside the massive arena, the blonde referee was not one to misread the situation, but bound by his profession, he could only commentate on the match in his own way.

For a long time, Talot didn't retaliate, simply facing Mr. Satan.

In the end, it was a matter of giving some face to this so-called future savior of the world from the original story.

Mr. Satan was the kind of person who would never have been able to stand on his own if he hadn't been connected to the Z Fighters and his daughter hadn't married the protagonist's son.

In other words, Mr. Satan's future role was simply to alleviate the economic pressure on the Son family.

You can't say he's bad, he can't possibly be entirely good, otherwise he would never have been able to secure the title of world champion, let alone savior.

But if you say he's good, Mr. Satan is indeed the kind of person who engages in deception and trickery.

Of course, everyone talks about Mr. Satan, and everyone wants to be Mr. Satan.

After a round of frantic attacks, Mr. Satan finally showed signs of exhaustion. After unleashing his final punch, he performed a series of backflips to create a distance of several meters, then stood panting, his hair slightly disheveled.

"H-how was that?" Mr. Satan's exaggerated appearance made Talot feel particularly familiar.

Those who didn't know better would really think he was something special.

Talot remained unimpressed, still unmoved and silent.

This left the Z Fighters in the waiting area backstage puzzled.

Logically speaking, this kind of guy was nothing to Talot.

But Talot didn't immediately knock him out of the ring.

"Could it be that there's something special about this guy?" Son Goku curiously poked his head out, but his ki sense told him that he wasn't strong at all.

No one answered him, but on the other side, the ordinary contestants were expressing their opinions, convinced that Mr. Satan had held the absolute advantage from the beginning of the match and that the final result would definitely be Mr. Satan's victory.

How could they know that there is always someone better?

Living in the world of ordinary people, even if they had the opportunity to come into contact with the highest levels, they would only see what they were capable of seeing.

...

Located on the top floor of the backstage waiting area.

This was the best viewing spot, and also the super VIP room that Bulma had designed for herself.

At this time, Bulma was here with her family and friends, watching the progress of the match.

It is worth mentioning that Whis was also here.

Since a year and a half ago, Whis had often come to Earth to taste the food, and naturally became familiar with them over time.

The holding of this martial arts tournament was also at Talot's request for Whis's help, so that he could protect their competition, setting up a powerful protective barrier around the arena to ensure that they could fight well in the ring, without being afraid of the impact being too great and thus holding back.

"Seriously, why isn't he fighting back? Even if the other person is an ordinary person, can't he just knock him down?" Bulma was as impatient as ever, especially since she was pregnant, and would often shout out loud because of intense emotional fluctuations.

Talot not fighting back in the ring made her, as his wife, extremely anxious.

Bulma was pregnant?

That's right!

Just a few months ago, Bulma finally became pregnant with Talot's child, and it would be born in just over three months.

"Mrs. Bulma, it's best to calm down. Excessive emotions can affect the development of the child. I believe Talot must have a plan to act this way. Or perhaps, Talot is very concerned about this contestant named Mr. Satan," Whis said.

"I haven't heard him mention this Mr. Satan before," Bulma said suspiciously.

"Alright, alright, in any case, the result will definitely be Talot's victory. Let's just watch quietly here. No matter what the situation is, we'll know in the end," Gine said, holding Tarola in her arms, also helping to persuade Bulma not to overthink things.

"Speaking of which, Lord Champa and Vados have also come, which is beyond my expectations," Whis suddenly changed the subject.

These words startled everyone present.

Everyone knew who Lord Champa was, and also knew who Whis's sister was.

Following Whis's gaze, sure enough, Lord Champa and Vados were sitting in a corner of the audience seats, watching the battle while eating sweets.

"How about inviting Lord Champa and your sister, Whis, to come over here?" Bulma asked.

She had always been improving in the art of manipulating people's hearts, and the more mature she became, the more stable she was in dealing with people.

Whis shook his head and said, "Since my sister hasn't taken the initiative to come to me, she probably doesn't want me to disturb her. I believe she will come looking for me after the competition."

Hearing Whis's words, Bulma nodded slightly.

Since Whis had said so, it would be counterproductive to force an invitation.

...

In the arena.

After Mr. Satan finished resting and was no longer panting, Talot spoke his first words.

"I've experienced how much strength you have. I believe you should also feel the gap between our strengths. If you don't want to lose too badly and be embarrassed, I think you can admit defeat now."

After saying that, Talot waited for Mr. Satan's reply.

Mr. Satan was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.

Then, the look in his eyes changed, and his expression became extremely angry and unwilling.

"What are you talking about? I've been in the dominant position from beginning to end. You want me to give up with just a few words? Who do you think you are..."

Before he could say the word 'who', Mr. Satan suddenly gasped.

Because Talot had suddenly crossed the distance between them and appeared in front of him.

Although he didn't attack, it startled him and made him retreat repeatedly.

"Go down, you can come to the next World Martial Arts Tournament. Maybe you'll be the champion then." Talot said, then raised his hand and flicked his finger.

The reason he said this was naturally because none of them would be participants in the next World Martial Arts Tournament.

An invisible aura impact shot out like a bullet, hitting Mr. Satan and pushing his body all the way out of the arena.

Mr. Satan was not injured, but falling out of the arena meant he had lost.

"This, is this an illusion? No, that's not right! What means did you use?" Mr. Satan asked, puzzled.

Talot ignored him and looked at the referee.

"First advancement match, Mr. Satan is out, Talot wins. The first of the sixteen finalists of the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament is officially born."

The result was announced, and Talot smiled at him, turned and walked off the stage, ignoring the life-attacking remarks made by the audience who couldn't understand, and headed towards the backstage waiting area.

Mr. Satan was still in a daze until the blonde referee asked him several times before he reacted and walked woodenly towards the backstage waiting area.

Others didn't know, but he had experienced it personally, so how could he not know what he had just gone through? That was definitely not an illusion, it was a real air cannon, he was knocked out of the arena by an invisible attack.

...

"That's really slow, shouldn't you just finish off these kinds of opponents in an instant?" Raditz, as the second to take the stage, handed over with Talot.

"I just think this person is quite interesting, and his strength is not bad among ordinary people, so I can't just hit people like that, right?" Talot said with a smile.

How could he tell the truth?

"Is that so?" Raditz was suspicious for a moment, then heard the shouts outside and walked out of the backstage step by step.

Talot looked at the others one by one, then looked at the distraught Mr. Satan and smiled slightly.

In fact, Talot suddenly had an idea, if he taught Mr. Satan how to cultivate, could he become stronger?

Speaking of which, Mr. Satan is still very talented, otherwise how could he become the absolute strongest among ordinary people? This idea was thrown out of Talot's mind soon after it was born.

He doesn't have so much leisure to cultivate Mr. Satan.

On the other side, Mr. Satan came back, and Spopovich took the stage.

The others were asking Mr. Satan what was going on?

Mr. Satan naturally couldn't explain his own experience, only saying that he was careless and accidentally fell out of the ring.

But who could believe that?

Some even suspected Mr. Satan of fixing the match, deliberately exiting the ring himself.

After all, with a distance of ten or twenty meters, how could one accidentally fall out of the ring? Just as these people were denouncing him, Spopovich was also flicked out of the ring by Raditz, shocking everyone.

It didn't even take a minute; he was only on the ring for a few seconds. For ordinary people, it was too heaven-defying.

Raditz returned and handed over to Selari, who was the third to enter. Yamcha, watching Spopovich return in a daze like Mr. Satan, frowned, wanting to ask what happened, but there was no time.

Thus, the third match ended as always, with a flick of a finger.

This situation aroused countless curses from the audience.

Everyone came to see a thrilling battle, who wanted to watch this kind of match?

Obviously, three consecutive matches like this would make anyone feel it was fake.

Many people even thought this was a setup deliberately made by the officials, with the aim of making money.

Fortunately, the fourth match was a duel between Son Goku and Chi-Chi.

This could be considered a slight reversal of the situation, after all, Son Goku was the champion of the previous World Martial Arts Tournament.

The gold content of the champion was not ordinary, even if the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament was not as impressive as in the original work, after all, the Piccolo Daimaō incident in the original work was forcibly resolved by Master Roshi, but many people still remembered the scene of the competition that year, and some videos were left behind.

In fact, only three years had passed since then, so it was not like the later generations of the original work, where the new generation had long forgotten how great the Martial Artists of the old generation once were due to their decline.

Standing on the ring, Son Goku faced Chi-Chi, and he was still a little puzzled about what was going on with this girl.

He wanted to ask again, but because he hadn't recognized her yet, Chi-Chi became even more angry.

A series of fierce attacks dazzled the eyes, and just the superficial display of martial arts was far from what ordinary people could compare to.

Speaking of which, Chi-Chi in the original work was already powerful, with a Battle Power of 130.

And the current Chi-Chi, probably due to the butterfly effect, had a Battle Power of up to 200.

Indeed, a Battle Power of 200 was insignificant in the eyes of the current Z Fighters, but this strength was enough to dominate the ordinary human world of Earth.

Son Goku dealt with her attacks while also carefully recalling and thinking.

After all, the difference in strength was ridiculously large, so Son Goku could easily resolve whatever attacks Chi-Chi made.

Then, Chi-Chi, unable to win, directly collapsed on the ground and started crying.

Son Goku had never seen such a scene before? He was immediately dumbfounded.

But he was not the kind of person who would take advantage of others' misfortune. After going forward to care for her, he finally learned Chi-Chi's name and origin after asking.

Only then did he know that this was the Ox-King's daughter.

Master Roshi and Son Gohan, upon hearing this news, were all incredulous at first.

But now that things had come to this, they were unusually happy instead.

Son Goku and Chi-Chi actually had such a past, and Goku had said, just like in the original work, that he would marry Chi-Chi as his wife when he grew up.

Even though Son Goku still didn't quite understand the meaning of 'wife'.

The fourth match ended, Son Goku won the beauty, and the whole audience cheered.

In fact, those who knew the inside story understood that Chi-Chi probably schemed against Son Goku, because Son Goku was indeed not that kind of scheming person.

It could also be regarded as consistent with the plot development of the original work, without any accidents.

When Son Goku returned to the backstage waiting area with Chi-Chi, a group of people surrounded them, first congratulating them, and then saying some envious words.

Especially Krillin and Yamcha.

Yamcha remembered his early experiences. He had participated in that adventure to find the Dragon Balls, and it was because of the transformation at that time that he achieved what he was today. It was inevitable that he would feel emotional.

The happiest person present was none other than Raditz.

As the older brother, his younger brother had found his other half, which meant that their family would have one more member in the future.

Talot looked at this harmonious scene, and his heart would also stir up quite a bit of emotion.

Selari, who was beside Talot, sensed the change in his mood and reached out to take his arm.

Feeling the soft touch, Talot looked down at Selari and smiled.

The following matches were the kind that couldn't be more ordinary.

Werewolf versus the masked fighter. This match might have been decent for ordinary people, but in the eyes of the strong, it was just child's play.

The Werewolf won. After losing in the previous World Martial Arts Tournament, this guy must have put in a lot of effort, and his strength had increased by at least double.

Then it was Chapa King versus the Little Flying Man fighter. Chapa King of the Eight Hand Fist won. That Little Flying Man was lucky, otherwise he probably wouldn't have even made it into the preliminaries. Of course, being able to enter the preliminaries was enough to show that he had considerable strength, otherwise how could he have scored over 100? Asking for recommendations, asking for monthly tickets.

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