Yamcha Doubts Life

In the third match, Yamcha took the stage, and his opponent was Man-Wolf.

"Isn't that the guy who tried to rob us before? Wukong!"

"Yeah!"

Sun Wukong nodded.

"This guy even talked trash to our senior brother at the last tournament, only to be defeated by Senior Brother Wukong in an instant!"

Krillin said.

Yamcha, with his keen hearing, caught their discussion and immediately felt a surge of anger.

At this moment, Master Roshi, standing to the side, suddenly spoke up.

"Krillin, how can you talk about others like that?"

Hearing this, Yamcha assumed Master Roshi was about to reprimand Krillin.

However, Master Roshi's next words made him feel as if his chest had been pierced by a sharp blade.

"Wukong's strength is immense; it is only natural that he was defeated by Wukong! The fact that he made it into the top eight proves he still possesses some skill!"

"Only... only natural!"

Yamcha repeated these words, suddenly feeling as though no one thought highly of him.

Fine, you look down on me! I will defeat Sun Wukong and show you all what I am capable of!

Yamcha swore to himself.

"Master Mutaito, you are right to reprimand me!"

"Hmm!"

Master Roshi nodded in satisfaction.

Just then, the referee announced the start of the match.

Because he was so incensed by Krillin and the others' words, Yamcha unleashed his signature move, the Wolf Fang Fist, the moment the match began, defeating his opponent instantly!

"Contestant Yamcha is the winner!"

Watching from below the stage, Krillin's eyes widened.

Although Yamcha's strength was far inferior to Sun Wukong's, it was not much different from his own.

Master Roshi: "Well?"

"Very... very strong!"

At this moment, Yamcha swept his gaze toward Krillin, let out a cold snort, and walked off the stage.

In the fourth match, Tien Shinhan faced Colonel Silver.

Tien Shinhan defeated him with a single punch, advancing to the semifinals.

In the first semifinal match, Sun Wukong faced Krillin.

To save some face for Krillin, Sun Wukong sparred with him for a while.

The second match was Yamcha versus Tien Shinhan.

Although Yamcha was strong, his power was still inferior to Tien Shinhan's, and he was ultimately defeated.

Tien Shinhan advanced to the grand final.

"Audience and contestants, we have reached the grand final of this tournament! The contestants who have advanced to the final are the champion of the previous World Martial Arts Tournament, Sun Wukong, and the contestant Tien Shinhan!

Who do you think will win the championship?"

The referee held the microphone and shouted to the audience below.

"Sun Wukong!"

"Tien Shinhan!"

The audience cheered, each supporting their favorite contestant.

"Wukong!"

Just then, Bulma shouted with the ferocity of a lioness.

Because her voice was so loud, it quickly drew the attention of those around her.

Especially Master Roshi and the others standing near Bulma.

Because so many people were looking over, Bulma immediately began to blush.

"Bulma, you... don't tell me you like Senior Brother Wukong?"

Krillin whispered.

"So... so what if I do?"

"But, you seem to be older than Senior Brother Wukong..."

"So what if she's a few years older? A woman three years older is like holding a brick of gold! Besides, love knows no age!"

"But you're four years older than him!"

Krillin muttered to himself.

"O-okay then!"

On the tournament stage.

The referee standing on the stage couldn't help but break into a cold sweat after seeing this.

The prestigious World Martial Arts Tournament had suddenly turned into a confession booth.

If he had known, he wouldn't have asked the audience who they were rooting for.

"Well, contestant Sun Wukong, contestant Tien Shinhan, shall we begin the match?"

"Mn!"

The two nodded.

"Then I announce, the finals of the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament officially begin!"

Hearing this, the staff member on the side immediately struck the bronze drum.

Seeing this, Tien Shinhan immediately assumed a combat stance.

Sun Wukong, on the other hand, let out a lazy yawn.

"Damn it!"

Tien Shinhan let out an angry shout and charged toward Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong stood motionless in his spot.

Just as Tien Shinhan was about to reach him, Sun Wukong flicked his right index finger against Tien Shinhan's forehead.

Tien Shinhan's body instantly flew backward, out of the tournament ring.

Bang!

The moment Tien Shinhan hit the ground, both the audience below and the referee on the stage stared at the scene in utter shock.

Because Sun Wukong's speed was simply too fast; they hadn't even seen what had happened.

"T-contestant Tien Shinhan is out, contestant Sun Wukong wins! Let us once again congratulate contestant Sun Wukong for becoming the champion of this tournament!"

The referee on the stage finally spoke after being stunned for a long while.

"That's great!"

Bulma cheered happily for Sun Wukong.

"Tien!"

"Tien Shinhan!"

Master Shen and Chiaotzu quickly rushed to Tien Shinhan's side.

"Tien Shinhan, what exactly happened just now?"

Master Shen asked.

Tien Shinhan touched his reddened forehead and said.

"I... it felt like my forehead was flicked!"

"Forehead!"

Master Shen looked at Tien Shinhan's forehead and sure enough, he saw it had turned red.

"G-Goku-shixiong!"

Krillin, standing in the distance, remained frozen in place.

He had originally thought that the match between Sun Wukong and Tien Shinhan would be an incredibly spectacular fight.

But he never expected that Tien Shinhan wouldn't even be able to withstand a single move before losing!

At this moment, he suddenly recalled his own fight with Sun Wukong earlier.

Now, how could he not understand that Sun Wukong had intentionally held back to spar with him for a while?

Sun Wukong was likely worried that if he were defeated instantly, it would crush his self-esteem.

Thinking of this, Krillin felt even more respect for Sun Wukong.

In the distance, Yamcha began to question his entire existence after seeing this!

The most ridiculous part was that he had actually thought he had a sliver of hope of defeating Sun Wukong just a moment ago.

"Y-Young Master Yamcha, what's wrong?"

Puar asked, noticing that Yamcha's expression didn't look right.

Yamcha gritted his teeth, turned around, and left the tournament grounds.

"Young Master Yamcha!"

Puar watched this, then immediately followed after him.

On the tournament stage.

The referee was currently questioning Sun Wukong about his recent match.

"Contestant Sun Wukong, may I ask how you managed to defeat Contestant Tien Shinhan just now?"

"I just flicked him away!"

"Flicked him away? And how exactly did you flick him away?"

"With my finger, of course! How else would I flick him?"

"Uh... well, Contestant Sun Wukong, could you demonstrate that for us?"

"Demonstrate?"

"Yes! You see... this match ended far too quickly, and everyone was really looking forward to it!"

"Alright then! So, who wants to be the target of my flick?"

"Uh..."

The referee looked around at the staff members.

The staff members scattered in every direction.

"Well... I suppose I'll do it!"