End of the World Martial Arts Tournament

"Whoosh..."

Suddenly, the figure of Sun Wukong appeared behind Master Roshi.

"What!"

Master Roshi's expression shifted in shock, and he hurriedly turned around.

At that moment, Sun Wukong's right fist struck out, sending him reeling directly to the edge of the tournament stage.

"So... so powerful!"

Krillin was startled.

Standing on the stage, Master Roshi was secretly alarmed by Sun Wukong's strength.

Sun Wukong had only been gone for half a year, yet he already felt as though he could no longer see through the boy's capabilities.

Could it be that he noticed I was holding back?

Seeing Master Roshi remain motionless, Sun Wukong thought to himself.

In order to motivate them, Master Roshi had gone to the trouble of disguising himself to enter the tournament.

Naturally, he had to leave the old man some face.

Just then, Master Roshi let out a loud shout and charged toward Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong clenched his fists and met him head-on.

"Whoosh..."

Bang, bang, bang!!

The two traded blows like the wind, locked in a fierce struggle.

For a time, neither could gain the upper hand.

Because the two were moving so quickly, the referee in charge of the tournament didn't know how to provide commentary.

A moment later, seeing that the time was right, Sun Wukong unleashed a Kamehameha, preparing to end the match.

"A Kamehameha!"

Seeing this, Master Roshi also unleashed a Kamehameha.

"Whoosh..."

Soon, both of them had gathered a Kamehameha and fired them at each other.

Boom!

As the two Kamehamehas collided, the intense light produced by the impact forced the audience below to raise their hands to shield their eyes.

The referee, wearing sunglasses, remained unaffected.

"Ha!"

At that moment, Sun Wukong pushed his hands forward with all his might, knocking Master Roshi off the stage.

When the glow of the Kamehameha faded, everyone opened their eyes.

"Con... Contestant Jackie Chan has fallen off the stage! I hereby announce that Contestant Sun Wukong is the winner!

Congratulations to Contestant Sun Wukong for winning the 21st World Martial Arts Tournament, along with the first-place prize of 500,000! We also thank Contestant Sun Wukong and Contestant Jackie Chan for bringing us such a spectacular match!"

The audience below erupted in an uproar.

Before this, they never would have imagined that the twelve-year-old Sun Wukong could actually win the championship.

"That's great, Wukong won the championship!"

Bulma cheered happily.

"Yeah! I never expected Senior Brother Wukong to be this strong!"

Lying off the stage, Master Roshi brushed off his clothes, looking at Sun Wukong on the stage with a face full of gratification.

As a master, seeing his own disciple surpass him naturally gave him a sense of accomplishment.

"Where do I collect the prize money?"

"You'll have to find the tournament staff for that; they will give you the prize money!"

"Is that so!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong immediately jumped off the stage and came before Bulma and the others.

"Congratulations, Wukong, on winning the championship!"

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Wukong! If Master Mutaito knew you won the championship, he would definitely be very happy!"

Seeing this, Krillin also offered his congratulations.

Sun Wukong nodded.

"Do you want to come with me to get the prize money?"

"Yeah!"

The two of them nodded.

Sun Wukong saw this and led the two of them to find a staff member.

"I am terribly sorry, but the tournament prize money is distributed the day after the tournament concludes!"

The staff member apologized to Sun Wukong.

"Is that so!"

Sun Wukong said, looking toward Bulma.

"Bulma, do you have any money on you?"

"Why?"

"I won the tournament, and I want to treat you all to a meal. Once I get the prize money, I'll pay you back!"

"I didn't bring cash, but I have a card!"

"Is there money on that card?"

"Need you ask? There's enough money in here to feed you all!"

"Really!"

Just then, Master Roshi walked over from a distance.

Master Roshi had originally assumed that since he had disappeared, Sun Wukong and the others would come looking for him, but he hadn't expected that not a single one of them would bother.

"Master Mutaito!"

"Grandpa Master Roshi!"

"Perverted old man!"

"Hmm!"

Master Roshi nodded.

"Master Mutaito, where did you go just now?"

Krillin asked.

"I was watching the matches from the back. Both you and Wukong performed very well, especially Wukong! However, Wukong, even though you won the championship this time, you must not become arrogant or complacent. There are many experts in this world, and not everyone chooses to participate in this tournament!"

"Mm!"

Sun Wukong nodded.

"Then, Grandpa Master Roshi, shall we find a place to eat?"

"Alright! But Wukong, I didn't bring much money with me. Did you receive the prize money?"

"No, the prize money won't be available until tomorrow, but Bulma has money, so we can have her pay first!"

"Is that so! Then many thanks, Miss Bulma!"

"Hmph! Don't thank me; I'm only lending the money to Wukong!"

"So, where should we go to eat?"

Krillin asked.

"I know a pretty good restaurant; shall I take you there?"

"Mm!"

Krillin and the others nodded.

Afterward, Master Roshi led the three of them to a restaurant.

Everyone ordered a few dishes they liked.

Because they had been fighting in the tournament all afternoon, Sun Wukong and Krillin were famished.

By the time the waiter brought the food out, the plates were empty in no time.

Half an hour later, Sun Wukong was surrounded by a massive pile of plates.

"Are... are you full yet?"

Master Roshi asked Sun Wukong, cold sweat dripping down his head.

Sun Wukong nodded.

"Then I'll go pay the bill?"

Bulma said.

Master Roshi: "Sorry to trouble you!"

Bulma gave a nod and walked over to the restaurant counter.

"Boss, how much is it?"

"Let me calculate!"

The owner spoke, picking up a calculator to tally the total.

"Five hundred and twenty thousand in total!"

"Five hundred and twenty thousand!"

Bulma was shocked when she heard the amount.

Sun Wukong really could eat too much.

"That's right!"

"Charge it to the card!"

Bulma took out a card and said.

"Very well!"

The owner pulled out a POS terminal, swiped the card, and returned it to Bulma.

"Miss, here is your receipt!"

"No... no need!"

Bulma glanced at the receipt, which was a meter long, and shook her head.

After saying that, Bulma walked back.

"How much was it?"

Master Roshi and Krillin asked curiously.

"Five hundred and twenty thousand!"

"That... that much! Even if Wukong gives you his prize money, it won't be enough!"

"It's fine! Just consider it my treat!"

Bulma said indifferently.

Her family was the wealthiest in West City; this five hundred thousand was nothing more than a drop in the bucket to her.

Master Roshi looked at Sun Wukong.

Before the meal, Bulma had said Sun Wukong would pay temporarily, but now that she had shifted from a temporary payment to treating them, taking advantage of someone like this didn't sit well with him.

"No need, Bulma. When the prize money comes in tomorrow, I'll give it to you. As for the remaining twenty thousand, I'll pay you back when I have the money!"

"Alright!"

Hearing this, Bulma's impression of Sun Wukong improved significantly.

She even found herself thinking that if Sun Wukong were a bit older, perhaps she could let him be her boyfriend.

"Shall we go then?"

Master Roshi stood up from his chair.

The three of them nodded.

Immediately, they left the restaurant.