Sun Wuxiu's Petty Grudge

Raditz knew very well what level his current fighting power was at.

Even during the time before the Tournament of Power began,

he had entered the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and trained desperately there day and night.

His strength had indeed improved by leaps and bounds.

But no matter how hard he tried,

his raw strength was still the lowest among these ten people.

He still could not keep up with the other nine monsters.

That was an indisputable fact.

Forget comparing himself to Goku and Vegeta.

Even Android 18, who rarely made a move, possessed greater true fighting power than Raditz!

Raditz understood this better than anyone.

But in such an extremely dangerous melee, on an arena where a single mistake could get him eliminated,

Sun Wuxiu actually would not let him cling to the stronger fighters? He wanted him to leave the team and act alone?

Wasn't that basically sending himself to his death?

(Brother Raditz had been beaten down enough to become a little insecure. Super Saiyan 3 was actually not weak.)

Raditz could not make sense of it. He looked at Sun Wuxiu with a face full of confusion and could not help asking,

"Kaxiu."

"What special arrangement do you have in mind?"

"Or are you just telling me to do whatever I want?"

Hearing Raditz's question, Sun Wuxiu gently shook his head.

Then,

the corner of his mouth suddenly curled upward, forming a chillingly wicked smile.

He looked at Raditz with amusement in his eyes and said in a low voice,

"I have never been a particularly magnanimous person."

"On this arena, there are a few blind idiots."

"I need you to specifically deal with them for me."

Seeing the scheming smile on Sun Wuxiu's face,

Raditz became even more bewildered.

His already not-so-bright Saiyan brain