With the first six matches concluded, the seventh match began.
This match was bound to draw everyone's attention, because it was no longer the childish play-fighting from before. It was a contest between Yamcha and Tien Shinhan.
"Contestant Tien Shinhan and contestant Yamcha both displayed formidable strength in the previous World Martial Arts Tournament. Let us look forward to the spectacular match they will bring us... Please welcome both contestants!" As the Blonde Referee spoke, he invited Yamcha and Tien Shinhan out from the waiting area backstage.
To the Blonde Referee, these two were old acquaintances.
Being fortunate enough to witness a contest between true Martial Artists once more filled him with incomparable excitement.
With the Blonde Referee's introduction, the audience's mood surged, and the cheers continued without end.
That was also thanks to the previous two matches. At the very least, they had been shocking enough for ordinary people.
God, seated among the spectators, perked up slightly as well.
After watching so many boring matches, his patience would have run out if this continued.
"Lord Champa, those two look rather familiar. This match may be worth watching. Don't you intend to take a look?" Vados asked Champa with a smile.
"Tch! They're only at this level. What's there to watch? More importantly, this pudding is absolutely delicious. Once the tournament is over, we need to stock up on it—all the flavors." How could Champa possibly have the leisure to watch the match? At that moment, he did not care who was fighting in the ring. He had already squeezed in beside the little girl, sharing other snacks with her.
Seeing Champa like this, Vados could only sigh and shake her head.
Still, she had tasted the pudding too. It truly was incredibly delicious, with a unique texture.
Her gaze