"Whoosh..."
Suddenly, Sun Wukong appeared behind Master Roshi.
"What!"
Master Roshi's expression changed in alarm, and he quickly turned around.
At that moment, Sun Wukong's right fist came flying in, sending him straight to the edge of the tournament ring.
"H-he's amazing!"
Krillin exclaimed in surprise.
Master Roshi, standing on the tournament ring, was also secretly astonished by Sun Wukong's strength.
Sun Wukong had been away for only half a year, yet Master Roshi already felt as though he couldn't see through him.
Could he have realized I was holding back?
Seeing Master Roshi standing still, Sun Wukong wondered to himself.
To motivate them, Master Roshi had even disguised himself and entered the tournament.
Naturally, Sun Wukong had to save him some face.
Just then, Master Roshi let out a shout and charged at Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong clenched both fists and rushed to meet him.
"Whoosh..."
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Their fists and feet moved like the wind as they traded blows.
For a while, neither could gain the upper hand.
The two moved so fast that the announcer in charge of the tournament had no idea how to commentate.
After a while, Sun Wukong decided the time was right and unleashed a Kamehameha, ready to end the match.
"A Kamehameha!"
Master Roshi saw this and unleashed one of his own.
"Whoosh..."
Soon, both of them had formed a Kamehameha and fired it at each other.
Boom!
Their Kamehamehas collided. The resulting flash was so bright that the spectators below immediately raised their hands to shield their eyes.
The announcer was wearing sunglasses, so he wasn't affected much.
"Ha!"
At that moment, Sun Wukong thrust both hands forward with all his might, knocking Master Roshi off the ring.
When the light from the Kamehameha faded, everyone opened their eyes.
"Jackie Chan has fallen off the tournament ring! I hereby declare Sun Wukong the winner!
Congratulations to Sun Wukong for winning first place in the 21st World Martial Arts Tournament and the 500,000 prize! And thank you to Sun Wukong and Jackie Chan for giving us such an exciting match!"
The spectators below erupted into an uproar.
Before this, no one would have imagined that twelve-year-old Sun Wukong could win the tournament.
"That's wonderful! Goku won!"
Bulma said happily.
"Yeah! I never imagined Senior Brother Goku would be so strong!"
Master Roshi, who had fallen below the ring, dusted off his clothes and gazed at Sun Wukong with pride.
Seeing his own student surpass him naturally gave him a sense of accomplishment as a teacher.
"Where do I collect the prize money?"
"You'll need to ask the tournament staff. They'll give you the prize money."
"Really?"
After hearing that, Sun Wukong immediately jumped off the ring and went over to Bulma and the others.
"Congratulations, Goku! You won the tournament!"
"Congratulations, Senior Brother Goku! Master Mutaito will be so happy when he hears you won!"
Krillin joined in to congratulate him.
Sun Wukong nodded.
"Do you want to come with me to get the prize money?"
"Sure!"
The two of them nodded.
Sun Wukong took them to find a staff member.
"I'm very sorry, but the tournament prize money won't be paid out until the day after the tournament ends."
"Is that so?"
As he spoke, Sun Wukong turned to Bulma.
"Bulma, do you have any money on you?"
"What for?"
"I won the tournament, so I want to treat everyone to a meal. Once I get the prize money, I'll pay you back."
"I didn't bring any cash, but I did bring a card."
"Is there money on it?"
"Of course. There's more than enough for all of you to eat."
"Really?"
Just then, Master Roshi came over from a distance.
Master Roshi had thought that once he disappeared, Sun Wukong and the others would look for him. He hadn't expected that not one of them would.
"Master Mutaito!"
"Grandpa Master Roshi!"
"You old pervert!"
"Mm!"
Master Roshi nodded.
"Master Mutaito, where did you go just now?"
Krillin asked.
"I was watching the match from backstage. You and Goku both did well, especially Goku!
"But Goku, even though you won this tournament, don't get conceited. There are plenty of strong fighters in the world, and not everyone will enter this tournament!"
"Okay!"
Sun Wukong nodded.
"Then, Grandpa Master Roshi, how about we find somewhere to eat?"
"Sure! But Goku, I didn't bring much money with me. Did you get your prize money?"
"No, I won't get it until tomorrow. But Bulma has money, so she can pay for now!"
"Is that so? Then thank you, Miss Bulma!"
"Hmph! You don't need to thank me. I'm only lending Goku the money."
"So where should we eat?"
Krillin asked.
"I know a pretty good restaurant. How about I take you there?"
"Sure!"
Krillin and the others nodded.
Then Master Roshi took the three of them to a restaurant.
Everyone ordered some of their favorite dishes.
After fighting all afternoon, Sun Wukong and Krillin were both starving.
As soon as the waiter brought out the food, they polished it off in no time.
Half an hour later, a huge pile of plates had accumulated beside Sun Wukong.
"D-did you have enough to eat?"
Master Roshi asked Sun Wukong, a bead of cold sweat running down his face.
Sun Wukong nodded.
"Then should I go pay?"
Bulma asked.
Master Roshi: "Sorry for the trouble!"
Bulma nodded and went to the restaurant counter.
"Boss, how much is it?"
"Let me work it out!"
The boss picked up a calculator and started figuring it out.
"That'll be 520,000 in total!"
"520,000!"
Bulma was stunned.
Sun Wukong really could eat.
"That's right!"
"Charge it to my card!"
Bulma said, taking out a card.
"Okay!"
The boss ran the card through a POS machine and returned it to Bulma.
"Miss, here's your bill."
"N-no, that's all right!"
Bulma glanced at the bill, which was a meter long, and shook her head.
After saying that, Bulma went back to the others.
"How much was it?"
Master Roshi and Krillin asked curiously.
"520,000!"
"T-that much! Even if Goku gives you the prize money, it still won't be enough!"
"It's fine! Call it my treat."
Bulma said casually.
Her family was the richest in West City. To her, 500,000 was pocket change.
Master Roshi looked at Sun Wukong.
Before they ate, Bulma had said Sun Wukong would pay her back. Now she was going from lending him the money to treating them all. Taking advantage of someone like that didn't feel right.
"You don't have to, Bulma. Once I get the prize money tomorrow, I'll give it to you. I'll pay back the remaining 20,000 when I have the money!"
"Okay!"
Hearing that made Bulma think even more highly of Sun Wukong.
She even found herself thinking that if Sun Wukong were a little older, perhaps she could make him her boyfriend.
"Shall we go?"
Master Roshi stood up from his chair.
The three of them nodded.
Then they left the restaurant.
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