The Excited Host

Beside the bustling registration point, Android 18, head down, was looking at a brochure for the World Martial Arts Tournament as she paced back and forth. Bulla and Luo Fei's calls made her look up. Seeing the two siblings walking towards her, Android 18 put away the brochure and walked towards them with a smile.

Android 18's outfit was rather casual, consisting of a short-sleeved shirt, a small open jacket, and black trousers. The well-fitting clothes accentuated her slender figure, highlighting her slim waist and radiating youthful energy.

This is what makes Android so enviable—they almost never age.

However, on the other hand, Android 18 is only in her early twenties, in the prime of her youth.

The World Martial Arts Tournament is almost always held on May 7th.

The 27th World Martial Arts Tournament was no exception.

Today happened to be a rainy day. Although the continuous drizzle wouldn't pose any obstacle to the game, the damp and stuffy weather was still unpleasant.

"Sister Lazuli, you're late."

Bulla jumped in front of Android 18 and affectionately took Android 18's hand.

Android 18 spread his hands, a string of race numbers twirling around his fingers like a pendant. "I've been here for a while, and I already have my race number."

"Hey, registration just started, right? We've been queuing up since we arrived, and we haven't seen you anywhere!"

Bulla took the Android 18 and saw that it clearly said "125" and had the logo of the World Martial Arts Tournament on it.

"Online registration is also popular for the World Martial Arts Tournament; you just need to sign in when you arrive." Pointing to the special sign-in station on the northeast side of the venue, he said, "I made preparations for this World Martial Arts Tournament very early on the Android 18."

When Bulla heard what Android 18 said, he realized there was such a procedure. He was surprised that he had foolishly gone to the site to register for such a simple method, wasting his time. He turned and glared at Luo Fei, scolding him for not investigating the rules beforehand.

Luo Fei spread his hands, indicating that he wouldn't take the blame.

"Where Android 17 and Android 16? Aren't they coming to the World Martial Arts Tournament?" Luo Fei glanced around, not seeing the other Android.

Android 18 said, "Android 17 is still staying on Planet Sadala and refuses to come back, so I let him stay there for now. Android 16 is with Cell Jr.. right now; I didn't let them participate in the World Martial Arts Tournament."

Luo Fei nodded knowingly after hearing this.

Android 16 has a rather indifferent personality and loves being with nature. After the Cell Games, he and Android 17 ran an overseas wildlife sanctuary together. After Android 17 fell for Hertz's daughter, Fils, he took over the management of the entire sanctuary by himself.

Unless a disaster threatens Earth, they almost never leave the island.

Cell Jr..'s situation is different. Although Android 18 others called him back to Earth from the East Galaxy to prevent him from being attacked by enemies, they had no intention of letting him show his face. After all, the turmoil a year ago had just subsided, and it was not appropriate for his identity to be exposed on Earth. This time, they would be even less likely to let him show his face.

More importantly, Android 18 has already regarded this World Martial Arts Tournament as her cash-out game, so how could she possibly allow other competitors to join the competition?

"Luo Fei, Bulla, hurry up and register. There's another selection round coming up. Finish early so you can go to the hotel to rest."

Android 18 put away his number and went to rest under the shade of a tree.

Seeing that Android 18 had gone to rest, Luo Fei and Bulla quickly joined the queue. After waiting for about twenty minutes, it was finally their turn. The staff looked at them with some surprise, feeling that the two looked somewhat familiar, but still handed them two forms.

Please fill in your basic information above. Please be sure to fill in your name and age fields correctly.

"OK."

"Bulla." After filling in her name on the list, Bulla bit the tip of her pen and wrote ten years old in the age field.

In fact, Bulla is already twelve years old.

"Luo Fei, 17 years old."

The two carefully filled out the forms. The staff member picked them up, checked them, stamped them, and handed them two number plates.

"Please keep your number safe; it's your proof of participation. You'll also need to go to the Selection Area next door for confirmation. Only after you pass the confirmation process can you officially participate in the competition."

"Okay, thank you."

"What a hassle."

Bulla muttered to himself, but he knew this was a measure taken by the conference to weed out some troublemakers.

Holding their respective number plates, they met up with Android 18. Android 18 glanced at their numbers, smiled, and said, "Let's make it clear beforehand, if you run into me in the match, just give me a token appearance, don't take it seriously."

"I know, the champion will definitely be Sister Lazuli."

Bulla gave an OK sign.

Android 18 looked at Bulla with satisfaction, patted her head a few times, and said, "That's more like it. I'll treat you to a big meal when I win the championship."

"Why wait until the competition is over? I know you just made a lot of money, sister. Treat us to dinner," Bulla said in her clear and pleasant voice.

"Fine, whatever you like." Android 18 was equally arrogant.

"I want the most luxurious one."

"No problem, I have plenty of money." Having just earned several thousand Xijin from Guweisha of Lannaian, Android 18 was no longer the poor girl who had to ask Tights for pocket money.

"To be honest, when it comes to assets, you might not be able to compare to Bulla in terms of wealth," Lazuli Luo Fei remarked from the side.

"No matter how much money she has, it belongs to her family; she can't control it."

Android 18 is speaking with considerable assertiveness now.

Luo Fei smiled and didn't tell Android 18 that Bulla's personal assets included several private planets. Some of those planets were dividends from the Briefs' businesses in the universe, some of which were registered under Bulla's name, while others were birthday gifts from the Bardock.

Both sets of grandparents dote on this little granddaughter.

In terms of assets, Luo Fei might not even be able to compare to Bulla.

If Android 18 knew all this, he'd probably be hesitant to spend money.

Just as Luo Fei was chatting with Android 18 and the others, a blonde host ran over. Upon seeing Bulla and the others, the Blonde Announcer's face lit up with excitement.

"Ah, Miss Bulla, Brother Luo Fei, is it really you..."

"When I saw the list on the registration platform, I guessed it might be you. Your participation in the World Martial Arts Tournament really adds a lot to this year's event! Speaking of which, I really miss the time when your father participated; that was the most glorious moment of the World Martial Arts Tournament."

"To be honest, although the scale of the recent World Martial Arts Tournament has expanded considerably, they still can't compare to the 21st, 22nd, and 23rd tournaments in terms of excitement."

"..."

Bulla tilted his head, looking at the talkative host in front of him, wondering what the other person was so excited about.

Android 18 explained, "He's the host of the World Martial Arts Tournament and the Goku participate. Although his skill level is limited, he's extremely dedicated."

"Miss?" The Blonde Announcer adjusted her sunglasses.

"Lazuli, Android."

Android 18 answered in a cool, clear voice.

The Blonde Announcer paused for a moment, then realized, "Android? You mean someone like Cell from a while back? So Cell wasn't the only Android in the world! Ah, it's alright, it's alright. As long as they abide by the rules and deliver a spectacular battle, it doesn't matter who they are, it's our honor."

Upon learning that Android 18's strength was no less than Cell Jr.'s, the Blonde Announcer became even more excited and kept trying to curry favor with her.

He whispered, "I just got word that Hercule Satan has also signed up for the competition. Don't hold back when you run into him. This guy who insults the spirit of martial arts deserves to be taught a lesson."

"Alright, alright, that's all for now. I wish you all the best in the competition."

The Blonde Announcer waved enthusiastically as she walked, disappearing into the crowd with great energy.

Watching the host disappear, Bulla, who had never experienced such enthusiasm before, was somewhat stunned. This host was quite interesting.

As Android 18 said, his love for martial arts competitions comes from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't dislike people like that." Android 18 said calmly, arms crossed. She rarely praised anyone, especially an ordinary person.

Luo Fei nodded in agreement, "The champion of the 21st World Martial Arts Tournament was Launch, and Uncle Goku won the championship. Uncle Goku also won the 22nd and 23rd tournaments. This host has witnessed Uncle Goku's growth all the way."