Vegeta's Pride as a Prince!

"You really hit me hard, buddy. I felt like you were going to shatter my body." Yamcha struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with admiration.

He now realized the difference in strength between himself and Tien Shinhan; the latter was far superior to him.

"Your offensive isn't bad either. The Wolf Fang Fist is much fiercer than before." Tien Shinhan assumed a fighting stance again. "Let's continue, Yamcha!"

Just when everyone thought that another great battle was about to break out, Yamcha made a move that surprised everyone.

"Spare me, I don't want to take a few more of your punches." Yamcha shook his head with a smile, then turned his gaze to the Blonde Referee and said, "Referee, I surrender."

Upon hearing this, not only Tien Shinhan was stunned, but even the Blonde Referee was surprised, and everyone in the backstage waiting area was extremely surprised.

Yamcha actually admitted defeat.

However, for Yamcha now, admitting defeat is not shameful. After understanding the gap in strength between himself and his opponent, he will go back to work hard and continue to train to make up for his shortcomings. This is his current pursuit.

Failure is not terrible; what is terrible is not having the courage to face failure.

Yamcha clearly understood the situation perfectly. It would be a real failure to be discouraged by a small setback.

"Due to Yamcha's voluntary withdrawal, the winner of this match... is Tien Shinhan!" The Blonde Referee, regaining his senses, immediately shouted, declaring Tien Shinhan the victor.

At the Blonde Referee's whistle, the previously silent stands erupted into a clamor.

From initial disappointment to anger, and then witnessing this earth-shattering showdown, everyone's passion has been ignited.

For ordinary people, this World Martial Arts Tournament meant they hadn't come for nothing.

At least such a spectacular and mind-blowing battle did not disappoint them.

On the stage, Tien Shinhan and Yamcha exchanged a smile before leaving the arena at the same time.

"Are you alright? You look pretty badly injured, Yamcha," Tien Shinhan teased.

"It's just a superficial injury, nothing to brag about. You won this time, but that might not be the case next time. Just wait and see how I defeat you, Tien Shinhan." Yamcha knew Tien Shinhan was trying to motivate him, so he spoke harshly.

"Then I'll wait and see..."

The two returned to the backstage area.

Before anyone could speak, Puar, who had been there the whole time, flew up immediately and asked with concern, "Lord Yamcha, are you alright?"

As Yamcha's partner, Puar is truly loyal.

"It's alright, it's nothing." Yamcha waved his hand.

I wasn't seriously injured, but I did experience a significant energy expenditure.

After Puar, everyone gathered around, concerned about Yamcha's injuries while also marveling at the two's current strength.

Faced with everyone's praise, Yamcha and Tien Shinhan couldn't help but blush.

In the end, the two could only humbly say that their strength was far from sufficient and that they would have to work even harder to improve in the future.

Halftime passed quickly.

The next match will begin.

After Yamcha and Tien Shinhan, there were two more battles between ordinary people.

It's not worth paying attention to, but the audience was quite satisfied with what they saw.

The impact of the match between Tien Shinhan and Yamcha has not yet subsided.

One thing worth mentioning is that the ordinary players' fear of Yamcha and Tien Shinhan reached its peak; they didn't even dare to look at them.

It's obvious they absolutely don't want to run into anyone; if they do in the next round, they should just concede.

The tenth match, following the ninth, was another highly anticipated game.

After all, it's a showdown between Piccolo and Master Roshi.

To be honest, everyone was on tenterhooks for Master Roshi during this match.

The difference is just too great.

Master Roshi himself wasn't worried about this at all.

Despite facing a mortal enemy, he calmly stepped onto the ring, as if confronting death directly.

Piccolo found this incredible and gained a new perspective on Master Roshi.

The two locked eyes. Piccolo tried his best to remain calm, Master Roshi, having seen through the illusions of the world, had a piercing gaze.

"The match begins!"

With the Blonde Referee's whistle, the match officially began.

Knowing the extraordinary abilities of Master Roshi and Piccolo, the Blonde Referee wisely retreated outside the ring, fearing he might be caught in the Popo of the battle between these masters.

Neither Master Roshi nor Piccolo took immediate action.

The two were still sizing each other up, and Master Roshi could feel immense pressure from Piccolo's eyes.

The difference in strength is self-evident and has long been known.

Piccolo was the first to speak provocatively, after all, his predecessor was killed by Master Roshi: "What's wrong? Aren't you going to attack? Or... do you want to give up voluntarily? Old man."

"My strength is indeed far inferior to yours, and this era can no longer accommodate me. However, I cannot admit defeat." Master Roshi smiled slightly and assumed a fighting stance.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp glint flashed in Master Roshi's eyes, and the next second, he charged towards Piccolo like an arrow, launching a powerful attack.

Turtle School Fighting Method Master Roshi used his full fighting style to fight Piccolo, who had been reborn.

With his 3000 Battle Power fully unleashed, Piccolo launched a relentless and fierce offensive. Unfortunately, this level of attack couldn't even break through Piccolo's protective aura.

Although only two years have passed, Piccolo today is no longer the Piccolo of yesteryear.

After training with Lagar and Nail on Namek, plus his own hard work, his Battle Power had already exceeded ten million points, making him far stronger than Master Roshi.

Master Roshi, whom he once regarded as a great enemy, is now nothing more than a weak and pathetic old man.

"Has he grown this much in just two short years? My attacks had no effect on him at all..." Master Roshi sighed deeply.

The next second, he seemed to sense something and instinctively retreated, quickly distancing himself from Piccolo.

"Hmph! It seems that despite your age, your senses are still quite sharp. I was thinking of knocking you out just now, but I didn't expect you to notice." Piccolo appeared cold on the surface, but he was actually quite shocked inside.

The difference in strength is indeed significant, but in terms of spiritual cultivation, Master Roshi is certainly not weak.

"Sigh~! Since that's the case, I'll show you my best skills, Piccolo. Let me see just how much your strength has grown..." Master Roshi's eyes were serious, and then his muscles swelled up, transforming him from a frail old man into a muscular hunk.

As his form changed, Master Roshi's aura expanded to its limit, and he adopted the stance for the Kamehameha, with azure energy gathering in his palm.

Sensing the energy gathered by Master Roshi, Piccolo stood motionless, his eyes cold and his expression unwavering.

Anyone with eyes can see that this is Master Roshi's last gamble.

"Kamehameha—Kibo—Boom!!!" With a loud shout, Master Roshi thrust his hands forward, locking onto Piccolo.

In an instant, the violent energy rushed towards Piccolo like a rampaging wild beast.

A deafening boom!

What happened next was unbelievable to everyone.

Master Roshi's Kamehameha was instantly crushed by Piccolo's powerful aura when it was still half a meter away from Piccolo, turning into countless energy particles that drifted in the surrounding space.

"So this is how it ends..." Master Roshi looked at the scattered blue light spots in the space, his eyes dimming slightly.

Although he had anticipated this outcome, it still had a significant impact on him.

As a grandmaster, he has now been completely eliminated by this era. Even though he has been trying to catch up, he can only fade into obscurity...

"Get out of the game! You're no match for me now." Suddenly, Piccolo appeared behind Master Roshi and spoke.

Upon hearing this, Master Roshi trembled.

Piccolo didn't make a move; he let him take the field himself...

All past grievances seemed to be resolved at this moment.

Master Roshi suddenly changed, suppressing his aura, giving Piccolo a serious look, and finally sighing before stepping off the ring.

Piccolo stared at Master Roshi's retreating figure before finally looking at the Blonde Referee.

This showdown is Master Roshi's exclusive show.

Piccolo was merely undergoing Master Roshi's test.

"The match is over! The winner is Piccolo!" The Blonde Referee gave the order, and the outcome of the match was revealed.

In the backstage waiting area, Krillin and Yamcha quickly stepped forward, as did Son Goku.

They were naturally worried about Master Roshi's condition, but fortunately he was alright, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

When Piccolo came in, everyone looked at him, and their gazes were completely different from before.

The initial apprehension and hostility had now vanished.

Piccolo is no longer the ruthless Piccolo once was.

Otherwise, things wouldn't be like this.

The tenth match has ended.

The eleventh match then took place.

This was just another match between ordinary people, nothing particularly outstanding.

However, with the eleventh match over, it was time for the match between Chiaotzu and Krillin.

The two had clashed countless times in the past, so they knew each other very well.

It's fair to say that Chiaotzu won't get any advantage over Krillin.

Even though his superpowers are indeed quite remarkable, enabling him to fight Krillin despite being of a higher level, Chiaotzu's Battle Power is only 2 million points, which is far too much of a gap compared to Krillin's.

Krillin won, Chiaotzu lost.

However, it was also a very good match.

With the end of the twelfth match, Lagar and Nail took to the stage one after the other, and both of them easily eliminated the ordinary contestants from Earth.

After that, it was another match between ordinary fighters.

Finally, the main event arrived.

Vegeta VS Nappa!

This is a battle between Saiyan.

Nappa is ready to face Vegeta head-on.

Vegeta, on the other hand, was extremely solemn.

After all, the warriors on Earth whom he had previously looked down upon had impressed him. He began to think that Nappa's confidence in facing him might mean that his strength had indeed improved a great deal over the years.

He began to worry that if Nappa surpassed him, how would he have the face to live on?

As the final break ended, Vegeta and Nappa emerged from backstage at the call of the Blonde Referee and stepped onto the match stage.

Vegeta and Nappa locked eyes, their gazes meeting.

The aura of a powerful figure expands imperceptibly, creating an incredibly terrifying pressure.

This caused the referee, who was standing at the edge of the ring, to freeze instantly, unable to move.

Everyone in the audience inexplicably felt a sense of oppression, causing the hearts of those nearby to beat faster, as if they could foresee that this match would be extraordinary again.

"Vegeta and Nappa... a battle between two Saiyan, I wonder what the outcome will be?" The East Supreme Kai, who could feel the growing aura in the corner of the audience, spoke up.

He was naturally paying attention to these two Saiyan.

Even if they aren't as big as Talot and Raditz, they're no longer the insignificant figures they once were.

"Finally, there's going to be a good show. This match should be even more exciting." Old Kai stroked his chin with his right hand, looking forward to the battle with great anticipation.

The servant of the gods, Kibito, remained silent. He also had his own feelings, but he didn't say them at the moment.

Having experienced more, he realized the power of ordinary people and no longer underestimated them.

His view of the Saiyan, in particular, was that this race was simply monsters!

On the other side.

"Lord Champa, aren't you going to watch this Saiyan battle?" Vados smiled slightly and reminded Champa, the God of Destruction, beside her.

At this moment, Champa remained as nonchalant as before, completely unconcerned.

"Tch, it's just this level anyway." Champa didn't care, only glancing at it.

As God of Destruction, he has experienced countless trials and tribulations.

In his opinion, this level of combat was nothing at all.

If anyone could truly capture his attention, it would be Talot who would go all out.

Originally, I just happened to come and take a look.

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Bulma, Tarola, Gine, Whis, Son Gohan, Launch, Treep, and others also perked up and watched intently as the final battle of the top 32 was about to begin.

Vegeta and Nappa are both very strong, and if they were to fight, the intensity would definitely far exceed the previous battle between Yamcha and Tien Shinhan.

After all, Saiyan can transform, and Vegeta will inevitably have to transform when he faces Nappa.

"Alas, it has come to pass. Our Prince has not completely relinquished his status." Gine sighed.

Although only twenty years have passed since the planet exploded, times have indeed changed.

The Saiyan rule of the past is long gone; now it's the new century.

On the arena.

Vegeta and Nappa locked eyes, neither making the first move.

The pressure released by the two continued to grow stronger, and snow-white flames bloomed from the inside out, creating a strong sense of suffocation and oppression.

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