Askari's Joy Turns to Sorrow

"Hercule Satan is little Videl's father. Wouldn't it be kind of bad to go too hard on him?"

Bulla hesitated for a moment, but she quickly tossed that hesitation to the back of her mind. What did her teaching Hercule Satan a lesson have to do with Videl? She would beat him all the same. Besides, it wasn't that she looked down on Hercule Satan, but with his third-rate skills, he might not even get the chance to run into them.

Thinking this, Bulla felt much more at ease. Then the three of them went together to the Selection Area nearby for further screening.

Hercule Satan, still lining up to register, had no idea that before the tournament had even begun, so many people had already set their sights on him. The 27th World Martial Arts Tournament, because of Bulla, Luo Fei, and the others taking part, was destined to be an exciting competition on par with the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament.

On that point, the Blonde Announcer had no doubt at all.

The martial arts tournament proceeded in full swing.

After the pre-tournament screening, the official matches would begin the next morning and be divided into three stages: preliminaries, selection matches, and advancement matches. The entire schedule would take three days in total.

Universe 6, Planet Sadala.

A gentle breeze carried an intoxicating fragrance.

A continuous mountain range pierced straight into the clouds, with dense forests spread along both sides of the peaks. The vegetation was lush, clear springs flowed, and the silhouettes of several crown-shaped ancient trees emerged on the mountaintops. The primeval, natural scenery brimmed with vibrant life.

On the mountainside, several green pines stood proudly.

When Roland, Sephiria, Melutis, and Broly appeared in this primeval forest, a group of young Saiyans were training