Divine Sword

The sun set in the west, and evening gradually fell.

A cool breeze brushed against their faces, enticing yet carrying a biting chill.

A faint mist gradually rose over the outskirts of Krillin City. The clamor of the city mingled with the unique fragrance of the countryside, creating a scene as wondrous as a painting and stirring longing in one's heart.

As dusk descended, the 28th World Martial Arts Tournament gradually drew to a close. At last, amid the spectators' eager cheers, this exceptionally lively World Martial Arts Tournament came to an end along with the setting sun.

As expected, Grandpa Gohan won the championship.

After the competition, everyone gathered together, and Krillin treated them to a lavish celebration filled with laughter.

Although Son Goku and the others all lived on Earth, they usually trained in different cities and rarely had opportunities to gather like this. So, amid clinking glasses and cheerful conversation, Son Goku and the other Saiyans devoured the food on the table like starving wolves.

"Chaya, when will the martial arts tournament on your side begin?" Krillin asked on everyone's behalf. Hearing his question, Son Goku and Vegeta, who had been wolfing down food, both perked up their ears and noticeably slowed their eating.

Chaya smiled. "Very soon, probably seven days from now. When the time comes, just gather at Mount Paozu, and I'll send someone to pick you up."

"I wonder what Red Mountain Star is like. I've never been there before." Krillin's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Tien Shinhan, who had once trained on Red Mountain Star, put down his utensils and said, "The environment on Red Mountain Star is very similar to Earth's, but its gravity is twelve times that of Earth. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to endure it there. They'd need gravity-control