About to Lose

"Chi-Chi is quite good at seizing opportunities; she managed to promote the Kami's Lookout's cultivation quite well." Roland smiled slightly as she commented on Chi-Chi's actions. To be honest, the promotional effect was excellent.

Earthling are a forgetful race; they need to be stimulated from time to time, otherwise they will forget the disasters of the past in a few years and repeat the same mistakes.

The King Piccolo incident, the Junior Daimaō incident, and even the later Saiyan invasion incident in the original work all prove this point. Keep in mind that by the time of the Android and the Cell Games, only a few years had passed since the previous disasters, yet apart from a handful of people, everyone's understanding of martial arts had dropped to zero, and they were completely fooled by a fame-seeking guy.

It's utterly ridiculous that things like describing Ki Blast as rocket launchers can happen.

"Goku's explanations were also excellent. I didn't know he had this side to him. We could have him make some instructional videos in the future."

Bulma's eyes darted around, her blue-violet pupils sparkling. She was about to marry Goku, and naturally, she was thinking of her fiancé in everything she did. Although Goku was already a recognized hero on Earth, no one would complain about such a great achievement.

"Your idea is good. Making videos won't take much time, and it can improve the martial arts skills of Earth while also benefiting Goku."

"Right!"

Bulma beamed, clearly excited... In her eyes, simply increasing strength wasn't enough. Hiding in the mountains, no one would know how strong he was; he needed recognition. Bulma believed that with her help, Goku could definitely become a legendary figure!

Roland felt that there was nothing wrong with what Bulma did. Goku was too naive, and it was good for him to have someone as smart as Bulma to assist him. It was a perfect example of complementary strengths.

As the host listened to Goku's explanation of the match on the stage, he suddenly felt enlightened.

"We should learn more from Goku and the others in the future; that way, we can make the competition even more exciting."

If the host doesn't even know what's going on in the match, how can he provide engaging commentary for the audience? The Blonde Announcer resolved to brush up on his knowledge of martial arts to improve his explanations. For high-level battles, it would be best to invite an advisor to assist him.

All the audience members listened to Goku's explanation together, and with the help of the images on the big screen, they finally understood some of it.

"Martial artists are so powerful! I want to learn martial arts in the future."

"Come on, didn't you hear what Miss Chi-Chi said? A typical strong adult doesn't even have 5 points of combat power. We'll never reach their level in our entire lives."

"Maybe I'm a genius!"

"King Piccolo only has a power level of 260," someone retorted.

"How much fighting power do you think Goku would have?"

"I don't know, but he must be really amazing. I've been watching his matches for six years now. I have to say, ever since the Turtle School entered the World Martial Arts Tournament, the matches have become more and more exciting."

The audience members chimed in with their comments, creating a lively and enthusiastic atmosphere.

On the field, the battle between Krillin and Piccolo continued. With the generation of immense power, the swirling whirlwinds roared like wolves and tigers.

Suddenly, a dazzling sphere of light formed in the air!

"Human, your battle ends here. Disappear along with the arena." Piccolo's icy gaze fell on Krillin, and he laughed maniacally as he hurled the energy ball in his hand downwards.

Whoosh!!

As the energy ball fell, Krillin watched, his face pale, and mustered his courage to make a final stand.

"Kamehameha!!"

Instantly, a blue beam of light shot into the sky, colliding head-on with the dazzling ball of light. However, Krillin's Kamehameha was still no match for Piccolo's energy ball. Even with a casually unleashed Ki Blast, the vast difference in their fundamental strength still revealed a significant gap.

Pfft!

After the two energies collided, the Kamehameha was quickly and completely absorbed, while the bright white energy ball continued its unstoppable descent under Piccolo's cold gaze.

It crashed heavily onto the arena of the World Martial Arts Tournament!

Rumble... Rumble!

The deafening roar disrupted every molecule in the air, causing a dull ache in everyone's eardrums; a fierce wind howled, nearly ripping off the roof of the Martial Arts Temple, and everyone was swept to the ground by the violent storm. When they got up, they were horrified to find a huge, dark crater in the center of the arena, fifty meters long and wide, with an unknown depth.

The entire arena vanished, and smoke billowed from the deep crater, almost obscuring our vision.

"The arena has vanished..."

"Is Krillin alright?"

Everyone present, including those watching the World Martial Arts Tournament on television, was stunned. They rubbed their eyes as they stared at the dark crater on the stage, especially the edge of the explosion that was constantly emitting smoke. Even from a distance, it was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

"Such a terrifying attack was actually launched by a martial artist."

"Such a terrifying explosion, can Krillin withstand it?"

"This reminds me of King Piccolo three years ago. Back then, King Piccolo destroyed a city with a single attack."

"Miss Chi-Chi already said that King Piccolo's fighting power is only 260, but that Junior is terrifying, with a fighting power of over 8000!"

May Krillin be safe and sound!

In a small city thousands of miles away from Southeast Island, a woman with purple curly hair was watching a live match on television, drinking a can of beer. When she saw the entire arena being blasted away by Ki Blast, the purple-haired woman suddenly snapped out of her daze.

"Is that bald kid in any danger?"

"Killing World Martial Arts Tournament, so it should be fine."

The purple-haired woman watched worriedly, picked up her phone to dial a number, but then thought that the World Martial Arts Tournament still in progress and her phone might not be able to get through. Dejected, she tossed the phone aside and took a swig of her beer.

"Forget it, that bald guy has my contact information, but he hasn't contacted me at all. I'll just ignore him."

"Um... Son Goku, is Krillin alright?" The host stammered as he leaned over the edge of the deep pit and looked down. A wave of heat blew up from the bottom of the pit, burning his cheeks.

"It's alright, Krillin is still breathing."

Goku remained calm and composed, his eyes fixed on the sky. He knew that Piccolo would eventually fight him, so he held back when dealing with Krillin and did not kill him.

"Unfortunately, Krillin is going to lose the game."

Hearing Goku say that, the host breathed a sigh of relief; as long as he was alright, that was good.

Then, following Goku's gaze, they looked up. The smoke had dissipated, and they saw Krillin floating more than a hundred meters above the ground, his clothes tattered. Man-Wolf and could barely move.