The next day, the sun shone brightly.
The heavy rain from the previous night had not dampened the island's atmosphere. The martial arts tournament proceeded as scheduled, and streams of people gradually gathered at the Martial Arts Temple in the center.
Bulma had contacted the organizers beforehand, so Chaya and the others entered the spectator stands directly. After choosing their seats, they began watching the matches. This tournament had arranged a large number of indoor viewing seats, using advanced technology to let the audience experience the fierce battles in the arena as though they were there themselves.
Dong! With the strike of a bronze gong, the 31st World Martial Arts Tournament officially began.
The spectators in the stands immediately grew excited. The massive martial arts arena, capable of holding a hundred thousand people, became deafeningly lively as cheers and shouts resounded throughout the venue.
The preliminary rounds came first. This was an essential part of every World Martial Arts Tournament. Because there were so many participants, the preliminaries eliminated contestants who failed to meet the requirements, usually cutting more than half of them.
After the preliminary rounds came the selection matches. Only then did the official competition truly begin.
"Pan will make it through soon enough!" Son Goku had no worries whatsoever about Son Pan, who was competing for the first time. He was certain that his granddaughter would achieve excellent results.
Krillin smiled at that and said with feeling, "Every time I come to watch a tournament, I can't help remembering our days training under Master Roshi when we were kids. In the blink of an eye, more than thirty years have passed."
"Yeah, that was when you guys kidnapped me," Krillin's wife, Hao Siqi, said gloomily.
Back then, as the world's greatest thief, she had been fleeing the