The World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament was a grand event held once every three years.
Now that Son Goten had returned, he would surely be aiming for the championship. He might have lost last time, but there was no guarantee he would lose again.
Even Master Roshi was speechless when he saw Son Goten, because there wasn't a trace of energy emanating from him.
He was utterly calm, like a statue, his aura deep and unhurried.
There seemed to be no fluctuation in his breathing at all. If Son Goten could be said to be in a state of nothingness now, then he had indeed achieved it.
In order to gain some time to train while traveling through time and space, he had entered the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
He had trained there for an hour, which was equivalent to half a month in ordinary life. It had also helped him adapt to his strength as quickly as possible. The rest of his Combat Power had been gained through battles in the starry sky.
Back here, he was calm and carefree. He registered for the tournament with the others.
As for the Crane Hermit Style disciples, not one of them had appeared from beginning to end.
However, as he left, Crane Hermit had glared fiercely at them, seemingly harboring a grudge. He probably knew something.
The number of contestants in this World Martial Arts Tournament was astonishing.
Most of the matches, though, were between ordinary people. Son Goten drew number one.
That meant he was the first to fight. He walked onto the arena with ease and saw Master Roshi and the others watching him expectantly. They probably wanted to see what he could do.
Son Goten smiled calmly. There weren't many opponents who could surprise him yet. He hadn't