The Excited Host

Beside the bustling registration point, Android 18 walked around near the sign-up desk with her head lowered, reading a martial arts tournament brochure. Bulla and Luo Fei's calls made her lift her head, and when she saw the siblings walking toward her, Android 18 put the brochure away and smiled as she went to meet them.

Android 18 was dressed rather lightly: a short-sleeved shirt on top, with a small open jacket over it, and a pair of black pants below. The well-fitted clothes, paired with her graceful figure, outlined the girl's slender waist, filling her whole body with youthful vitality.

That was the enviable thing about Androids—they almost never aged.

Then again, Android 18 was only in her twenties now, right in the prime of youth.

The martial arts tournament was held on May 7th, almost as a matter of tradition.

The 27th World Martial Arts Tournament was no exception.

As luck would have it, today was rainy. The endless drizzle would not really pose any obstacle to the matches, but the damp, muggy weather still put people in a foul mood.

"Sister Lazuli, you're late."

Bulla hopped right in front of Android 18 and affectionately looped her arm through hers.

Android 18 spread out her hand, and a string of number tags spun around her finger like pendants. "I got here ages ago. I've already gotten my contestant number."

"Huh? Didn't registration just start? We lined up as soon as we got here, and we didn't even see you!"

Bulla took Android 18's number tag and looked at it. The number "125" was clearly written on it, along with the logo of the World Martial Arts Tournament.

"Online registration is popular for martial arts tournaments now too. You just have to sign in once you get to the