"World Martial Arts Tournament!!" Krillin looked at the invitation delivered earlier by the World Martial Arts Tournament staff, a faint trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
Thinking back to when he was still young, he had fought Sun Wukong fiercely for a long time on the World Martial Arts Tournament stage.
In their later clashes, although Sun Wukong had improved tremendously, he had also worked hard to catch up.
Thus, those memories of his youth still left Krillin feeling somewhat nostalgic.
After all, ever since Sun Wukong returned to the Divine Martial Battle Star and the Saiyan race resumed using his Saiyan name, Kakarot, his strength had risen madly. Now, he had even reached the realm of Super Saiyan 4, something Krillin could not even imagine and could never hope to match.
Now, it was utterly impossible for him to compete with Kakarot again!!
"Ah, so many years have passed in the blink of an eye." Master Roshi also sighed sentimentally. The world had changed, and no one could predict what would happen. Who could have imagined that one day, he would reach such heights?
He was comparable to Frieza, the former Emperor of the Universe.
Such power was the supreme power in all of Earth's history.
Moreover, glancing at Krillin, Tien, Yamcha, and Chiaotzu, although his four disciples could not compare to those Saiyans in terms of achievement, within North Galaxy and even the entire Universe, they were still renowned overlords at the level of tens of millions of Galactic Level warriors.
These were things they had never even dared to imagine before.
If they went to participate in some World Martial Arts Tournament now, whether it was Master Roshi, Krillin, Tien, Yamcha, or Chiaotzu, they all felt an indescribably strange sense of looking down upon all living beings.