On the arena.
"We will now begin the elimination rounds. Players, please draw lots."
"We will have eight arenas for a free-for-all battle, and whoever is the last one standing will advance to the next round."
The host addressed the more than one hundred contestants in the audience.
The prize money was so high that it attracted some unscrupulous players.
The competition rules stipulate that a large number of contestants will be eliminated at once to save everyone's time.
All the contestants drew lots, and in the first round, Son Zilan, Son Goten, and Trunks were not drawn to a ring.
"Eight arenas, twenty-two people per arena."
"Please welcome contestants numbered one through twenty-two to the stage, and proceed in order."
The host called out to the contestants who had finished drawing lots.
Son Zilan is in the first arena, Son Goten is in the fourth arena, Trunks is in the eighth arena.
All the contestants stepped onto the ring, and with a loud shout from the announcer, "The match begins!"
The children in the ring began attacking the fighter.
The two were wrestling on the ground, pulling hair, tearing clothes—they used every trick in the book.
Some were crying and wailing, there were all sorts of things.
Son Zilan, Son Goten, and Trunks facepalmed. How did they end up competing against this bunch of cowards?
"Ouch, that hurts! I'm going to tell my mom!"
"Waaaaah, Dad, where are you? Someone's hitting me!"
The spectators in the stands were laughing so hard they were doubled over at the sight of the kid's ridiculous antics on the stage.
"Haha, that's hilarious!"
"This isn't a competition, it's clearly children fighting."
"This newly established Junior Division isn't very good, is it?"
"If I had known it would end like this, I would have let my child, who has never learned martial arts, sign up. Maybe he could have won the prize money."
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The spectators in the stands started gossiping about the little kid on the ring.
Some people were laughing so hard they were clutching their stomachs; this was truly a once-in-a-century joke.
"Damn it, I can't stand you guys!"
Son Zilan really couldn't bear to watch the children crying and screaming.
She roared, like a wolf among sheep, and unleashed a series of Hand Blade at the little kids.
Bang bang bang.
With several consecutive thuds, wails of pain erupted wherever Son Zilan went, and in the blink of an eye, the contestants on the number one arena all collapsed to the ground.
More than twenty people all fell down, and not one of them was able to stand up.
"Holy crap, that's way too much!"
"He took down more than twenty opponents in the blink of an eye? Am I dreaming?"
"Is this really a competition for the Junior Division? This porcelain doll is terrifying; you really can't judge a book by its cover."
The onlookers were all captivated by Son Zilan on ring number one.
I never imagined that this seemingly harmless little girl would have such terrifying fighting power; she took down all the fighters in the ring.
"Wow, that's incredible! All the fighters in ring number one are down, but there's still one little girl standing."
Congratulations to her on successfully advancing to the next game.
The host announced this to the audience.
He was deeply shocked; there was a dark horse in the Junior Division!
The host had just announced the results of the first ring.
"Ah"
The screams of agony echoed from the contestants on arena number four; it turned out that Son Goten had also made his move.
The fact that this group of kids were fighting didn't interest him at all.
Son Goten was like a human harvester, leaving a trail of groans and collapsing contestants wherever he went.
Trunks couldn't stand watching the kids fight either; the crying and screaming were just too annoying.
He acted swiftly and decisively, eliminating the contestant in ring number eight in no time.
Son Zilan, Son Goten, and Trunks won the match without any doubt.
They successfully advanced to the quarterfinals and now just need to wait for the next match.
"My goodness, the fourth and eighth arenas are also filled with hidden masters!"
"They took down more than twenty contestants in one fell swoop; they must be ruthless."
"This Junior Division competition is getting more and more interesting. Who do you think will win first place?"
"I think number one, number four, and number eight are all possibilities; they could take down all their opponents in the blink of an eye."
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The audience members, watching the performance of Son Zilan, Son Goten, and Trunks, all became quite interested.
These three are the dark horses of this competition; I really hope they can be my opponents in the next match.
"I declare Son Goten of arena number four and Trunks of arena number eight the victors."
The host's voice resounded throughout the venue via the loudspeaker.
He felt that Son Goten, number four, looked very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where.
Upon hearing the host's announcement, everyone burst into enthusiastic applause.
The general public just wants to see this kind of simple and brutal battle.
The fighting styles of the contestants in rings one, four, and eight are very much to their liking.
Son Zilan, Son Goten, and Trunks all came down from the arena to await the next battle.
The staff began to carry the contestants off the three rings; fortunately, all of them had only suffered minor injuries.
All three of them controlled their strength well, merely knocking their opponents down.
Half an hour passed, and contestants from the other arenas began to emerge victorious one after another.
Soon, the top eight in the Junior Division were announced one after another.
"I hereby declare the competition for the top four in the Junior Division to begin."
"Contestants, please begin the draw. Player number one will face off against player number two, player number three against player number four, and so on."
The host exclaimed loudly, expressing his surprise at the vast disparity in skill among the contestants this time.
The winners of the quarterfinals were all tall players.
Son Goten and the others heard the announcement and came out from the waiting area to draw lots.
However, neither Son Zilan, Son Goten Trunks became a match for them.
They perfectly avoided each other.
The contestants took to the stage one after another.
The crowd began to applaud enthusiastically; it was truly a pity that none of the three of them became their opponents.
Because Son Goten and his two companions' performance in the previous match had shocked everyone, onlookers were keeping a close eye on their movements.
They all hoped for a three-way battle.
"The match begins."
The host didn't say much and went straight to announcing the competition.
The battle for the final four has begun.
"Little sister, get down here."
Son Zilan's opponent was a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old, who was tall and strong.
He roared and charged out, the boy wanting to strike first.
He glanced at the announcement that someone had won the first ring.
The battle on Arena Number One was extremely fierce, all the work of the porcelain doll in front of us.
It's unbelievable that a little girl could take down more than twenty people all by herself.
"If you want me to leave, let's see if you have the ability."
Son Zilan stood still, coldly watching the boy who was a head taller than her rush towards her.
A slight smile curved her lips, and in the blink of an eye, the other person rushed in front of her and threw a punch.
"You should get off here."
Son Zilan grabbed the opponent's outstretched hand and gently pulled it away.
"No, that's impossible."
The boy felt a tremendous force strike him, and his entire body was sent flying.
Bang!
With a loud bang, the boy was sent flying off the stage.
Everyone who saw Son Zilan's performance on the stage looked like they'd seen a ghost.
"Holy crap, what happened?"
"Am I dreaming? This little girl is terrifying."
"She... she actually threw a boy who was taller than her off the ring with one hand."
"This little girl is incredibly powerful."