World Martial Arts Tournament Finals

After a long while, the line grew shorter, and Sun Wukong and Krillin went to sign up.

Master Roshi and Bulma said they had stomachaches and ran off to the restroom.

When they returned, Krillin saw that Master Roshi was nowhere to be seen and immediately asked Bulma.

"Bulma, where's Master Mutaito?"

"He said his stomach hurt, so he ran to the restroom. He also told me to tell you not to wait for him and to go straight to the tournament!"

"Is that so!"

Krillin said, then looked at Sun Wukong beside him.

"Senior Brother Goku, if we run into each other in the tournament, go easy on me!"

"No problem!"

Sun Wukong said, patting Krillin's bald head.

"That guy!"

Krillin seethed inwardly.

But when he remembered that Sun Wukong had started training under their master a year earlier, he let it go.

A little while later, the preliminary rounds of the World Martial Arts Tournament began.

The three of them made their way to the preliminary arena.

By then, the area around the arena was already packed with people.

"It's him!"

As soon as the three of them entered, a man immediately turned to look at them.

It was Yamcha.

Ever since Sun Wukong had beaten him seven months ago, he had trained hard, hoping to defeat him the next time they met.

Puar followed Yamcha's gaze and spotted Sun Wukong and the others too.

"T-that kid!"

"That's right! The kid who left me bedridden for days!"

Yamcha said, then headed over with Puar.

"Long time no see, Sun Wukong!"

"Senior Brother Goku, do you know him?"

Sun Wukong nodded.

"He tried to rob us before, but I beat him."

"He tried to rob you, Senior Brother Goku?"

Krillin looked at Yamcha as if he were an idiot.

Sun Wukong was Master Roshi's disciple. Krillin had once heard Master Roshi say that Sun Wukong's strength was almost on par with his own.

Master Roshi was known throughout the world as a martial arts master. This guy must have had a death wish to try robbing him.

"Who's this little bald guy?"

Yamcha asked.

"Little bald guy!"

Krillin was immediately annoyed by Yamcha's choice of words.

"I'm not some little bald guy! My name is Krillin!"

"Oh, so you're the little bald guy, Krillin!"

"You!"

"Come on, Krillin, don't get mad at him. I'll beat him again in the tournament."

"Is that so! But I'm telling you, I'm not the same as before!"

"You've gotten weaker?"

Sun Wukong grinned.

"You! Forget it, I'm not going to argue with you. I'll show you what I can do soon enough!"

"Puar, let's go!"

"Yes, Young Master Yamcha!"

"Hmph!"

Krillin looked at them with disdain.

Just then, the staff running the tournament called the competitors up to draw lots.

Sun Wukong and Krillin lined up to draw.

Sun Wukong drew number three, while Krillin drew number five.

"Thank goodness! At least I don't have to fight my senior brother!"

"Young Master Yamcha, what number did you draw?"

"F-four!"

Yamcha answered nervously.

Although he had just talked a big game, he wasn't sure he could actually beat Sun Wukong.

"Contestant number two wins the first match!"

"Now, contestants number three and four, please come up to the arena."

"Whoosh..."

"Thud..."

As soon as the announcement ended, Sun Wukong leaped onto the arena.

Yamcha saw this and jumped up after him, unwilling to be outdone.

The referee checked the numbers they had drawn and announced the start of the match.

"Yah!"

Yamcha shouted and charged at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong smiled faintly, darted beneath Yamcha in the blink of an eye, and punched him right off the arena.

"Number three wins!"

"What was that? He talked such a big game. I thought he'd be tough, but he got knocked out in an instant!"

Krillin said, looking at Yamcha with disdain.

Yamcha nearly spat blood when he heard that.

He really had trained hard over the past month. It was just that Sun Wukong had trained too—and even harder than he had.

"Young Master Yamcha, are you all right?"

Puar flew to Yamcha's side.

"I'm fine!"

Yamcha struggled to his feet and glared at Sun Wukong.

Just then, Krillin was called up to the arena. His opponent was the senior who had bullied him at the temple.

Perhaps the memories of being bullied had left him with a bit of a complex. Krillin was too frightened to make a move.

It wasn't until Sun Wukong cheered him on that he charged at his opponent.

To Krillin's surprise, the senior he had once thought was "incredibly powerful" was defeated in an instant.

After that, the two of them made it through the preliminaries and into the quarterfinals.

Although Yamcha had been defeated and failed to qualify, he stayed anyway. He wanted to see how far Sun Wukong would get.

The quarterfinals were held outdoors.

The outdoor arena was not only larger, but could also accommodate more spectators.

Once the referee for this tournament took the stage, the quarterfinals of the World Martial Arts Tournament officially began.

Krillin fought in the first match. His opponent was Bacterian.

Bacterian was a man who had never bathed in his life, and his body reeked.

Krillin fought hard before finally knocking him down.

In the second match, a man named Giran faced Master Roshi, who was disguised as the competitor Jackie Chan.

Master Roshi defeated his opponent with a single punch.

The third match was Nam versus Ranfan.

Nam took the upper hand at the start. To win the match, Ranfan took off her outer clothes, leaving only her underwear, and fought Nam.

"Yeah! Yeah!"

Master Roshi couldn't help shouting excitedly when he saw that.

Nam was so taken aback that he couldn't bring himself to attack. In the end, he closed his eyes and defeated her.

Sun Wukong fought in the fourth match.

Sun Wukong kicked his opponent right off the arena.

After that, Sun Wukong faced Krillin, while Master Roshi faced Nam.

Sun Wukong and Master Roshi both defeated their opponents and advanced to the finals.

"Young Master Yamcha, that guy made it to the finals!"

Yamcha gritted his teeth when he heard that.

He never imagined that Sun Wukong, who had defeated him, would make it to the finals.

But it also made him realize he had been too full of himself.

Just then, Sun Wukong and Master Roshi stepped onto the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The final match of this World Martial Arts Tournament is finally here!

Who do you think will win? The young Sun Wukong, or the Jackie Chan, who's already over fifty?"

The referee addressed the crowd below, his voice full of excitement.

"Jackie Chan!"

"Sun Wukong!"

The spectators watching the match called out their opinions one after another.

"All right! Let's see which of them will take the championship!

And with that, I declare the finals of the twenty-first World Martial Arts Tournament officially underway!"

At the staff's signal, someone immediately struck the bronze drum.

"Whoosh..."

The two of them charged at each other at once.

In no time, they were face-to-face, their fists and feet flying at each other like the wind.

"Whoosh..."

"Swish..."

They dodged and attacked each other at the same time.