The referee had never seen such an exciting match before. Gripping the microphone, he began commentating in an animated voice.
"Unbelievable! Simply unbelievable!!!"
"A battle of offense and defense beyond anything we thought possible is unfolding in the ring!
Jackie Chun has unleashed an astonishing movement technique unlike anything we've ever seen, and every one of Son Mirai's fierce attacks has missed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that Son Mirai had changed his fighting style.
He continued commentating: "Look! Son Mirai realized his attacks weren't working and immediately changed his approach!
His rhythm has changed!
He's learning! He's imitating!
My goodness, what incredible learning ability! He's a genius!"
The referee's commentary sent the match to new heights once again.
A match this thrilling made the outcome seem unimportant.
The audience below the ring was getting its money's worth, and people rose to their feet.
"Incredible!"
"What a fantastic match!"
"This year's World Martial Arts Tournament is so exciting, it'll go down in history!"
The two continued their duel for a little while longer.
Suddenly, one of Son Mirai's attacks landed on Jackie Chun.
He staggered back several steps, clutching his chest and gasping for breath.
What should I do? What should I do...
As the battle went on, Jackie Chun's energy was rapidly running out. He could no longer keep up the state he'd been in before.
He was getting old. Not only was his stamina failing him, but he was running out of energy, too. He simply couldn't compare with Son Mirai.
Son Mirai sensed that his opponent's momentum had changed and stopped attacking.
He understood that the old master had reached his limit.
Son Mirai hesitated for a moment, then suddenly closed in on Jackie Chun.
Jackie Chun counterattacked. Their hands crossed, and the two went from exchanging punches and kicks to a contest of strength.
But Son Mirai didn't push back. Instead, he said, "I know it's you, Master Roshi!"
Jackie Chun was startled.
"What!"
"Don't be ridiculous! I'm not... You've got the wrong guy." Jackie Chun tried to bluff his way out of it, vehemently denying the truth.
But Son Mirai cut him off at once, lowering his voice. "Don't worry, Master.
Even if I take first place, I won't let it go to my head.
Besides, I've decided to keep your secret.
In return, though, could you teach me that move sometime?"
Jackie Chun was silent for a moment, then said, "That technique isn't something you can learn overnight.
Back then, I climbed Korin Tower and trained there for three years.
By the way, have you heard of Korin Tower?"
"I've heard the stories about Korin Tower, but I've never been there!" Son Mirai replied.
Jackie Chun continued, "During those three years after I climbed the tower, I constantly imitated Korin's movements.
Even then, I only learned the basics...
If you want to learn, you should try climbing Korin Tower.
With your strength and stamina... getting to the top shouldn't be difficult."
Son Mirai's eyes narrowed.
No wonder that movement technique was so powerful. It was the same technique Korin used when Goku fought him for the Ultra Divine Water...
Son Mirai thought back.
When Goku tried to get the Ultra Divine Water to defeat Tao Pai Pai, he only managed to touch Korin by sheer luck.
He was still a long way from actually beating Korin.
Son Mirai put the thought aside.
"I understand, Master. Go ahead and hit me. I'll take it easy!"
As he spoke, Son Mirai deliberately backed away.
Jackie Chun let out a strange cry and shouted, "Prepare to taste my secret technique: the Foshan Shadowless Kick!"
In an instant, Jackie Chun became a blur and suddenly kicked Son Mirai.
Son Mirai crossed his arms in front of his chest, but didn't dig his feet into the ground.
With a muffled thud, Son Mirai was sent flying and landed outside the ring.
For a moment, the arena fell silent.
Jackie Chun immediately turned to the referee and shouted, "Ref, hurry up and declare me the winner!"
The referee finally came to his senses.
"Th-that was incredible!
Son Mirai accidentally fell out of the ring, so Jackie Chun wins!"
Jackie Chun was furious. "What do you mean, 'accidentally fell out of the ring'?
He didn't just happen to fall out!
He was hit by my signature Foshan Shadowless Kick..."
The referee quickly corrected himself. "Right, right! Jackie Chun defeated Son Mirai with his famous Foshan Shadowless Kick!"
As he spoke, he lifted Jackie Chun's hand high and shouted, "The champion of this martial arts tournament is Jackie Chun!"
The audience erupted into cheers once more.
"That was incredible!"
"Now that's a real World Martial Arts Tournament!"
"We're so lucky to have seen such a thrilling match! That was amazing!"
"Mom, I want to learn martial arts too..."
The tournament came to an end, and the audience gradually dispersed.
Son Mirai, Goku, and Krillin left the venue and met up with Bulma.
Rubbing his stomach, Son Mirai asked, "I'm starving, Bulma. Where did Master go?"
Bulma looked around as she spoke. "That's strange. I haven't seen him either.
He must've gone off somewhere to ogle pretty girls!"
Krillin asked curiously, "Didn't he watch the match?"
Amy sized up Son Mirai, hands on her hips. "I just don't get it.
How could a lecherous old man like that teach disciples as impressive as you?"
Just then, Master Roshi came hurrying over in a suit.
"Hi, I'm here!"
Everyone turned to look at him.
Bulma asked, "Where were you? We didn't see you all day."
Master Roshi explained, "Haha, I was watching the matches from backstage. I'd been holding it in for ages,
so I rushed off to take a dump as soon as they were over..."
Bulma's face darkened.
"Stop talking. That's disgusting!"
Krillin and Goku looked at Master Roshi expectantly.
"Master, did you watch our matches?"
"Of course!"
He looked at the three of them and said earnestly, "All three of you did great. Well done!"
Krillin and Goku beamed at the praise.
A moment later, Krillin said regretfully, "It's a shame none of us won the championship..."
"There's nothing to regret!" Son Mirai said.
"There's always someone stronger out there. The real masters probably stopped entering tournaments like this a long time ago."
Master Roshi immediately agreed. "That's right. There's always someone stronger out there!
A martial artist shouldn't get carried away over a small achievement like this. A true martial artist has only just begun training!"
"Mm!" The three of them nodded.
Master Roshi sighed inwardly. Giving them a lecture takes a lot out of me...
Goku's stomach rumbled.
"I'm hungry!"
Master Roshi immediately smiled. "Since all of you did so well, I'll treat you to a big dinner..."
Goku was practically drooling with anticipation.
"Really? Come on, then! I'm starving..."
Son Mirai was hungry too, but when he thought about having two famished Saiyans at the table, he worried Master Roshi might not have enough money.
So he looked at Bulma.
"Bulma, did you bring money?"
Bulma patted her pocket. "I've only got a hundred thousand or so in cash. I also brought a card in case we need more. Why?"
"I'm worried our appetites will be too much for Grandpa Roshi's wallet."
Master Roshi immediately said, "I've got savings too. Eat as much as you want!!"
"Okay!"
The feast began.
Goku and Son Mirai ate enough food for eighty people.
When the owner brought over a bill for seven hundred thousand, Master Roshi was dumbfounded.
Apparently noticing that Master Roshi didn't have enough cash on him, the owner helpfully reminded him, "You can pay by card, too!"
Master Roshi asked quietly, "Could I wash dishes instead?"
A little while later, Master Roshi returned to the table.
"Starting now, I'm going to have you do some new training here: washing dishes with weighted clothes..."
Krillin and Goku were both astonished.
"Can washing dishes really help us train?"
Goku rubbed his stomach. "New training? I can't wait!"
Son Mirai nearly fell over when he heard that.
What kind of training is this? He just doesn't have enough money...
"Bulma, I hate washing dishes. Could you cover whatever he's short?"
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