World Martial Arts Tournament

A completely different sensation crashed down upon him.

If ten times gravity was like carrying a heavy pack, twenty times gravity was like the entire sky collapsing, slamming viciously into every inch of bone and every strand of muscle fiber!

Sun Mo's breathing grew labored, and even his movements became sluggish.

"I was born on Planet Vegeta, so I should be able to move freely under ten times gravity by nature. But at twenty times, it's this tough..."

Sun Mo wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Forget it, I'll just get used to it first. I don't have any Senzu Beans, so I can't afford to get hurt..."

Bearing the twenty times gravity, Sun Mo began his basic training again.

Goku had Senzu Beans, which let him adapt from ten times to a hundred times in seven days.

But that was only possible after he'd spent a year adapting to ten times gravity on King Kai's Planet and recovered from severe injuries in the battle on Planet Vegeta.

Right now, Sun Mo's foundation was far from sufficient. Under this gravity, he couldn't move freely at all.

He stopped chasing fluidity and speed in his movements, instead focusing on completing simple, basic motions.

Under the high multiplier gravity, every lift of his arm felt like pushing a mountain, and every bend of his knee made his thighs tremble.

After finishing just one simple set of basic training, Sun Mo was utterly exhausted. He collapsed heavily onto the floor, gasping for air.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

"This gravity is dangerous. One wrong move and I could drop dead. I need to be careful."

By noon, Sun Mo exited the Gravity Chamber.

The morning's high-intensity training had drained him completely. Now, he felt so hungry his stomach was practically touching his spine.

Luckily, Bulma had come home from school, and it was lunchtime.

This time, Sun Mo didn't hold back. He wolfed down his food.

Watching him devour his meal, with stacks of plates piling up higher than a person, the entire Brief family was stunned.

Mrs. Brief covered her mouth and chuckled. "Hehehehe, young people really have an appetite! Don't worry, I'll have the kitchen keep making more for you..."

Sun Mo thanked her between bites. "Thanks..."

Bulma exclaimed, "How can you be this hungry? It's terrifying!"

"Yeah, it's like you've never eaten before!" Dr. Brief chimed in.

As he ate, Sun Mo said, "When I have time, I need to make a trip to Korin Tower and get some Senzu Beans."

"Senzu Beans? What are those?" Bulma asked, puzzled.

Mrs. Brief smiled warmly. "Are they beans that immortals eat?"

Sun Mo thought for a moment, then nodded. "Sort of. Eat one, and you won't be hungry for ten days."

Bulma rested her chin on her hands, mildly interested. "Really? Are they tasty?"

Sun Mo swallowed another chicken leg whole. "No idea. I've never eaten one either. But I'd guess they taste just like regular beans, just with a strong effect."

"Oh, I see!"

Bulma instantly lost interest in Senzu Beans.

After all, in her eyes, enjoying good food was a pleasure. Going ten days without eating would be incredibly boring.

He didn't want Senzu Beans to replenish his stamina or exploit some loophole.

Sun Mo had suffered plenty from being reckless. He didn't want to die in there from a mistake.

Even if Bulma could revive him with the Dragon Balls, it would be too embarrassing.

With Senzu Beans, there'd be no risk.

He'd go get some after the tournament ended.

Thinking of the tournament, Sun Mo realized he should mention it to Bulma. He'd almost forgotten.

"Oh, right, Bulma. In a month, the World Martial Arts Tournament is starting. Master Roshi is going to take us to participate..."

Bulma asked, "Is that the tournament that's held every few years?"

"Yeah. Right now it's every five years, but it should be shortened to three later!"

Bulma said, "Got it. My school will be on break in a month. I'll come watch."

"Good. I knew you'd come. Just head over yourself then. I'm going with Master Roshi and the others by plane."

Bulma didn't want to ride Sun Mo's Log-Riding Flight either, so she didn't argue and simply nodded. "Alright, remind me when the time comes, and I'll go directly!"

After who knows how long, the table was covered with empty plates. But finally, Sun Mo was full.

"Phew, I'm so full..."

Sun Mo rubbed his belly, lounging back in his chair with a relaxed sigh.

Dr. Brief and his wife had already left.

Bulma grinned. "You eat that much—can you still afford to live? Need me to give you a little extra?"

Sun Mo shook his head. "No need. It wasn't this exhausting at Master Roshi's place. I don't eat this much every day."

Bulma covered her mouth with a laugh. "It's fine. Eat all you want. Even if you ate this much every day, I could still support you..."

Two days of rest and relaxation came to an end.

Sun Mo spent his days in the Gravity Chamber, ate lunch with Bulma, and kept her company in the evenings.

Over those two days, he felt some improvement—but not much.

Still, Sun Mo didn't dwell on the minor stat gains.

Training was like losing weight: a long, drawn-out journey. A couple of days of hard work wouldn't bring any ridiculous leaps.

Unless he exploited the Saiyan's loophole.

But burning through his potential like that? For where he was now, it meant nothing.

What mattered most was keeping a steady heart, sticking to the grind day after day.

Back at Kame House, Sun Mo kept training as usual.

Even though Master Roshi wasn't guiding them anymore, none of the three slacked off.

After all, the World Martial Arts Tournament was coming up, and they all wanted good results.

So they added appropriate weights again and went back to their basic drills.

In their spare time, the three would spar and trade blows.

Before they knew it, time had passed, and the day of the tournament arrived.

Master Roshi wore a sharp suit, dressed to the nines.

"Alright, training's on hold for now. Tomorrow's the World Martial Arts Tournament. We're heading to South City!"

"Tomorrow already? Awesome!"

Son Goku was thrilled—finally, he could fight strong opponents.

Master Roshi nodded. "That's right. You can take off your Turtle Shells now."

Krillin's eyes lit up. "Great! I thought we'd have to wear them to the tournament. That would've been so embarrassing."

Soon, all three had shed their shells.

Krillin stretched his limbs. "Man, without the shell, it feels so light—like there's no gravity at all."

Wukong was moving around too, seemingly readjusting to his unburdened body.

Master Roshi chuckled. "Alright, try jumping!"

Wukong gave a light hop—and shot over ten meters into the air, startling Krillin.

"Whoa, that's high!"

"Let me try!"

Krillin jumped too.

He matched Wukong almost perfectly.

The two locked eyes midair.

"Hahaha, this is insane!"

"I can jump this high too!"

Krillin couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The next second, Sun Mo launched himself upward, soaring past them both.

Wukong and Krillin were stunned, then both looked up.

Sun Mo's jump was more than double theirs.

"Whoa, Sun Mo, you're amazing..."

Seeing Sun Mo nearly brushing the clouds, Master Roshi's pupils shrank.

"Damn. He's stronger than I expected. Am I gonna get beaten by my own student?"

Just then, blonde Launch walked over.

"What are you all dawdling for? If you don't leave now, you'll miss the flight to South City!"