The Finals of the World Martial Arts Tournament

After a long while, the queue thinned out, and Sun Wukong and Krillin went to register.

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

When the two returned, Krillin noticed Master Roshi was missing and immediately asked Bulma.

"Bulma, where is Master Mutaito?"

"He said he had a stomachache and ran to the restroom. He also told me to let you two know not to worry about him and to just go ahead with the tournament!"

"Is that so!"

Krillin said, then looked at Sun Wukong beside him.

"Senior Brother Wukong, if we run into each other during the matches, you have to go easy on me!"

"No problem!"

Sun Wukong said, patting Krillin's bald head.

This guy!

Krillin felt a surge of secret anger.

But remembering that Sun Wukong had started his apprenticeship a year earlier, he held it in.

After a while, the preliminaries for the World Martial Arts Tournament began.

The three of them arrived at the preliminary competition grounds.

At this moment, the area below the stage was already packed with a sea of people.

"It's him!"

Just as the three entered the venue, a man immediately looked toward them.

It was Yamcha.

Ever since he was defeated by Sun Wukong seven months ago, he had been training diligently, hoping to defeat him the next time they met.

Puar, standing beside him, followed Yamcha's gaze and also spotted Sun Wukong and the others.

"It... it's that brat!"

"That's right! It's the brat who put me in bed for several days!"

Yamcha said, heading over with Puar in tow.

"Long time no see, Sun Wukong!"

"Senior Brother Wukong, do you know him?"

Sun Wukong nodded.

"He tried to rob us before, but I defeated him later!"

"Rob you, Senior Brother Wukong?"

Krillin looked at Yamcha as if he were looking at an idiot.

Sun Wukong was a disciple of Master Roshi; he had once heard Master Roshi say that Sun Wukong's strength was not much different from his own.

One had to remember, Master Roshi was known to the world as the God of Martial Arts. This guy was simply courting death, daring to try and rob him.

"Who is this little bald guy?"

Yamcha asked.

"Little bald guy!"

Hearing Yamcha's address, Krillin immediately became annoyed.

"I am not some little bald guy, my name is Krillin!"

"Oh, so it's little bald guy Krillin!"

"You!"

"Alright, Krillin, don't get angry with him. During the match later, I'll defeat him again!"

"Is that so! But let me tell you, I'm not the same as I was before!"

"Even weaker?"

Sun Wukong laughed.

"You! Fine, I won't lower myself to your level. Soon, I'll show you how strong I've become!"

"Puar, let's go!"

"Yes, Master Yamcha!"

"Tch!"

Krillin wore a look of disdain.

Just then, the staff in charge of the tournament called for the contestants to go up and draw lots.

Sun Wukong and Krillin lined up to go up and draw their lots.

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

"That was close, thank goodness I didn't run into my senior brother!"

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

"Four... number four!"

Yamcha said, feeling somewhat nervous.

Although he had just been talking a big game, he didn't actually know if he could defeat Sun Wukong.

"The first match, contestant number two wins!"

"Now, will contestants number three and four please come to the stage for their match."

"Whoosh..."

"Thud..."

As soon as the words fell, Sun Wukong immediately leaped onto the competition stage.

Seeing this, Yamcha refused to be outdone and jumped up as well.

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

"Yah!"

Yamcha let out a loud shout and charged toward Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong chuckled, appeared beneath Yamcha in the blink of an eye, and punched him right off the competition stage.

"Number three wins!"

"What the heck! He was talking all that trash earlier, I thought he was actually strong, but he got taken out in one hit!"

Krillin looked at Yamcha with a face full of disdain.

Yamcha nearly coughed up blood from anger upon hearing this.

He had indeed trained very hard over the past month, but Sun Wukong had also been training, and he had worked even harder than him.

"Young Master Yamcha, are you alright?"

Puar flew to Yamcha's side.

"I'm fine!"

Yamcha struggled to stand up from the ground, his gaze fixed fiercely on Sun Wukong.

At this moment, Krillin was called to the stage; his opponent was the senior brother who used to bully him at the temple.

Perhaps due to the lingering trauma of being bullied in the past, Krillin was too scared to make a move.

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

To Krillin's surprise, the senior brother who had once seemed "incredibly powerful" in his mind was defeated by him in a single blow.

After this, both of them successfully passed the preliminaries and entered the top eight.

Although the defeated Yamcha failed to pass the preliminaries, he stayed behind; he wanted to see what rank Sun Wukong would achieve.

The venue for the top eight matches was outside.

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

As the referee for this round took the stage, the top eight matches of the World Martial Arts Tournament officially began.

Krillin went up for the first match, and his opponent was Bacterian.

Bacterian was a man who had never bathed since birth, and his entire body reeked of stench.

Krillin had to struggle through a bitter fight before he finally managed to knock him down.

The second match featured a man named Giran facing off against Master Roshi, who was disguised as the contestant Jackie Chan.

Master Roshi defeated his opponent with a single punch.

The third match was Nam against Ranfan.

At the start of the match, Nam held the upper hand, but in order to win, Ranfan stripped off her outer clothes, leaving only her undergarments to fight Nam.

"Yeah! Yeah!"

Master Roshi couldn't help but shout excitedly at the sight.

Seeing this situation, Nam didn't dare to strike for a moment, and in the end, he had to close his eyes to defeat his opponent.

The fourth match saw Sun Wukong take the stage.

Sun Wukong kicked his opponent out of the competition ring with a single blow.

Subsequently, Sun Wukong faced off against Krillin, while Master Roshi fought Nam.

Both Sun Wukong and Master Roshi successfully defeated their opponents and advanced to the grand finals.

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

Yamcha gritted his teeth tightly upon hearing this.

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

However, this also made him realize that he had been too arrogant before.

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

"Audience and contestants! The grand finals of this World Martial Arts Tournament have finally arrived!

Do you think the young contestant Sun will win? Or will the contestant Jackie Chan, who is already over fifty, emerge victorious?"

The referee said excitedly to the crowd below.

"Contestant Jackie Chan!"

"Contestant Sun Wukong!"

The spectators watching the match voiced their opinions.

"Alright! Next, let's see who between these two will claim the championship!

I now declare the grand finals of the 21st World Martial Arts Tournament officially open!"

A staff member nearby immediately struck a bronze drum.

"Whoosh..."

Seeing this, the two immediately charged at each other.

Soon, they were in front of each other, their fists and kicks flying like the wind as they attacked.

"Whoosh..."

"Swish swish..."

While dodging, they continued to attack each other.