Bulla and Videl (1)

"What?! After reaching the Spirit God Realm, there are actually so many more cultivation levels!"

Upon learning about the cultivation levels beyond the Spirit God Realm from Roland, Sephiria was shocked, revealing an expression of disbelief. The Seven-Level Spirit God Sequence was vastly different at each level, with even the weakest First-Level Sequence being more powerful than imagined.

Looking at it this way, her strength, which hasn't even reached the Spirit God Realm, is probably no match for those experts!

She used to think she was so amazing!

Roland said, "Yes, according to Whis, my current strength is equivalent to First-Level Sequence god. After comprehending the Spirit God Realm, I can probably advance to the Second-Level Sequence, but that's quite difficult. So I plan to start from the perspective of power, first tapping into the Great Ape power hidden in my Bloodline, and then trying to comprehend the realm."

Considering that it took me a full five years to go from breaking through Super Power to completely mastering Perfect Base Form, during which I paid a lot of sweat and time, I imagine that if I wanted to comprehend the Spirit God Realm, it wouldn't be much easier.

Therefore, Roland decided to take a different approach, starting with the power within his Bloodline, which might yield unexpected results.

Sephiria nodded, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. She couldn't offer Roland any help with the later stages of cultivation. To put it bluntly, she herself had relied on Roland's guidance throughout her cultivation journey.

"How do you plan to uncover the Bloodline?"

"I don't know yet, but having a clear goal is better than running around like a headless fly." Roland grabbed Sephiria's hand. "Just like cultivating the Mimic Ape Transformation, if all else fails, we can start from scratch. Isn't that how we figured it out before?"

"Yes, back then, cultivation was also a process of trial and error."

Sephiria smiled. Back then, they didn't even have a combat power of 100,000, but they still grew stronger. She believed that Roland could overcome the difficulties.

Seeing Roland staring at him, he was somewhat puzzled.

Why are you looking at me like that? Is there anything on me?

"A feast for the eyes, indeed. Speaking of which, if we're going to explore Bloodline, I think we should start with the most primitive methods." Roland chuckled, bringing his mouth close to Sephiria's ear, his warm breath tickling her ear.

Sephiria blushed, immediately understanding the meaning behind Roland's words, and reached out to pinch him hard.

Roland laughed loudly, reached out and put his arm around Sephiria's slender waist, ignoring her resistance and picking her up. With her arms around Roland's neck, Sephiria gritted her teeth and bit down hard on Roland's shoulder.

Of course, jokes aside, after a while, Roland put Sephiria down.

"I'll let you off this time, but you'll have to make it up to me properly after we leave Planet God-Killer."

"Sure, you can do whatever you want then." Sephiria wasn't going to back down, a ripple of tears welling up in her beautiful eyes. She always preferred to take the initiative in matters of love.

"You said it yourself."

"Certainly."

Roland laughed heartily, then his expression turned serious. "I'll accompany you in your cultivation from now on, and then we'll go to the Universe 6 together. Askari and Alice have been there for so long, it's time for them to come back. We'll also have Broly and the others come with us; Melutis hasn't seen her sister in a long time."

"I'm really looking forward to that Meluria too."

Sephiria nodded solemnly.

Roland paused for a moment, looking at Sephiria's delicate face, and wondered if Sephiria and Meluria would fight if they met. Hmm, probably not, they're both Saiyan Queen, it's unlikely.

While Roland was training with Sephiria, on Earth, the 27th World Martial Arts Tournament finally about to begin.

As the sun rises, martial artists from all over the world gather at the venue of the World Martial Arts Tournament.

On Mount Paozu, Bulma was holding a baby a few months old, giving instructions to Luo Fei and the others. The baby in her arms was Bulma and Goku's second child— Goten.

"Luo Fei, you and Bulla can just have some fun at the World Martial Arts Tournament. Don't take it too seriously, especially Bulla. Don't go too far with the other competitors." Bulma glared at Bulla with a stern look. She was worried that the two of them would get too excited and fight without restraint.

"Don't worry, Auntie, I'm here, you can rest assured." Luo Fei glanced at Bulla with a grin, then crossed his arms and assured her.

"Mom, I'm not naive. I won't just lay a hand on someone." Bulla pouted, looking dissatisfied. "Lazuli will also be participating in this competition. She'll take the championship. We're just going up there for fun."

"I'm just afraid you'll go too far."

Bulma retorted that if someone were killed in the ring, even with their family's prestige, it would cause a huge uproar.

"That will never happen."

Bulla was quite confident in his control over his power.

"Bulla's self-control is not bad." Luo Fei spoke up to defend his cousin at this time. Bulla looked up and gave Bulma a "see?" look. Bulma smiled knowingly as she watched the two cousins talking and laughing together, and waved her hand to let them leave quickly.

"Go early and come back early. Something always happens at the World Martial Arts Tournament. I hope this time everything will be alright."

"Mom, your worries are unnecessary."

Bulla chuckled and pinched Goten's cheek, "Sister is going to participate in the World Martial Arts Tournament. I'll buy you delicious food when I get the prize money."

Goten blinked and reached out to grab Bulla with a loud cry. Saiyan infants, even at only a few months old, can eat like four- or five-year-old Earthling children.

Bulla and Luo Fei were amused by Goten's adorable appearance. After saying goodbye to Bulma, the two took to the air and flew towards the venue of the World Martial Arts Tournament.

On the other side, in the countryside of the East City.

Videl had packed her bags early and went to the training room. Seeing Hercule Satan covered in sweat, she cheered him on, "Dad, this World Martial Arts Tournament is a great opportunity for you to make a name for yourself. You must seize this opportunity."

Hercule Satan confidently declared, "Don't worry, Videl, Daddy will definitely bring back a place in the top 32 and make everyone look at us with new eyes."

"Um!"

Videl nodded vigorously, then looked up and said, "By the way, Dad, Mom will be going to the competition this time too. You must make up with Mom!"

"Oh, Miguel's going too?"

Upon hearing that his wife would also be attending the match, Hercule Satan suddenly became nervous. "Why did you tell her about this? Didn't we agree to wait until Dad turned over before telling her? Miguel is coming too, and I'm not mentally prepared at all!"

"That's not what I said. The reason Mom went to the competition was because there happened to be a concert there."

"Concert?"

Hercule Satan paused for a moment. Videl's mother was a world-famous singer who used to tour all over the world.

"So it was just a coincidence, huh? I understand now. Dad will definitely work hard and make everyone look at us with new eyes." Hercule Satan patted his chest. Because a year ago, during the Cell Games, the couple was having a cold war, so he would take advantage of this World Martial Arts Tournament to mend their relationship.