"Since I've already learned Piccolo's transformation magic, what kind of martial arts uniform should I get for myself?" The preliminaries were truly too boring; Sun Wumian had already let his mind wander.
"Got it. I'll go with the kind of uniform Whis gave to Sun Wukong. That would be quite stylish."
As the tournament progressed, Sun Wukong, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, and Yamcha all secured easy victories, advancing to the final eight.
The match to decide the final spot in the top eight was currently underway: the Masked Man versus Mr. Shen.
"Interesting." Sun Wumian snapped back to reality. He knew this Masked Man; it was Yajirobe. The key point was that this Mr. Shen was not Kami.
Because Kami knew that with Sun Wumian present, Demon Junior Piccolo would never be able to stir up any trouble, there was no need for him to descend to the mortal realm to participate in the tournament.
Because of this, Yajirobe won easily and successfully advanced to the quarterfinals. This was a big deal; he even had a chance to go further.
"Will the eight contestants who have qualified for the finals please assemble to draw lots and determine your opponents?" It was the same dedicated announcer in the black suit and sunglasses.
"Huh? Aren't you that Yajirobe from Korin Tower?" Yajirobe had succeeded in advancing and no longer felt the need to hide, so he took off his mask, and Sun Wukong recognized him immediately.
Soon, the drawing concluded, and the quarterfinal matchups were set: Mercenary Tao vs. Tien Shinhan, Anonymous Contestant (Chi-Chi) vs. Sun Wukong, Demon Junior Piccolo vs. Krillin, and Yajirobe vs. Yamcha.
After a half-hour break, the finals officially began.
"Mercenary Tao? Wasn't he killed by Sun Wukong?" On the sidelines, the group gathered, and Master Roshi asked.
"He's still alive, and he's been modified into a cyborg. Tien Shinhan has to face him in the first match..." Krillin said worriedly.
"Hmm... this guy is very tricky. He must know Tien Shinhan's techniques, I'm afraid..." Master Roshi's expression was grave.
"Don't worry, that guy definitely isn't Tien Shinhan's match," Sun Wumian said casually.
"Big Brother Wumian is right. That's what I think, too," Sun Wukong agreed with a nod.
"I can't just ignore such talk." Everyone turned to look as Master Shen approached.
"Heh heh, you idiots. Let me give you a piece of advice: run away before you're all wiped out. The mechanized Mercenary Tao is unimaginably powerful..." Master Shen sneered, rambling on and on.
"Noisy." Sun Wumian stepped up and delivered a single kick, sending Master Shen flying ten thousand miles away until he vanished from sight.
"Wumian, well done! That annoying old man deserved to be taught a lesson," Bulma clapped and cheered.
"The truly powerful one isn't Mercenary Tao," Sun Wukong suddenly said, leaving his statement hanging.
At this moment, Tank Yasuo popped up out of nowhere: "That's right, the truly powerful one is none other than me, Yajirobe!"
"The matches are about to begin! Will the contestants please assemble!" The announcer's voice echoed throughout the arena.
"It's starting. Go on, let me see the results of your training, but don't push yourselves too hard..." Master Roshi told Sun Wukong and the others.
"Good luck, everyone!" Bulma cheered them on.
"Yamcha, you have to win the championship!" Puar shouted.
Sun Wumian just smiled slightly. He had the script and knew the outcome, so there was nothing left to say.
Afterward, Bulma found a way to force Launch into her blonde, violent mode.
Bang, bang...
They blasted a path through the crowd and successfully occupied the front-row seats.
"Tien Shinhan, good luck! Don't lose!" It was clear that Launch had a special affection for Tien Shinhan.
At this moment, Tien Shinhan and Mercenary Tao had already taken the stage.
"Traitor, prepare yourself. I'll leave you half-dead first, and once I win the championship, I'll finish off both you and Sun Wukong," Mercenary Tao began with threats.
However, empty threats were useless. Tien Shinhan's combat power exceeded 260, while Mercenary Tao's was no more than 150.
Tien Shinhan took down his opponent in a few moves; even when Mercenary Tao openly violated the tournament rules by using weapons, it had no effect.
The first match ended just as simply as that.
"Next, we proceed to the second match. The contestants are Sun Wukong, who missed the championship in the last tournament, and an anonymous female contestant who refuses to reveal her real name for certain reasons." The announcer's voice rang out once again.
"Sun Wukong, hmph!"
"What's wrong? You seem to have been angry the whole time..." On the stage, Sun Wukong faced his opponent, feeling very confused.
"Ask your own conscience!"
"Did you mistake me for someone else?" Sun Wukong still didn't understand.
In the spectator stands.
Bulma: "Do the two of them know each other?"
Oolong: "It looks like there's some kind of grudge..."
Master Roshi: "What a cute girl!"
Back on the stage, Sun Wukong and Chi-Chi had already started fighting.
Whoosh! Swish! Slap!
Sun Wukong couldn't make sense of the situation and was only passively defending, not fighting back at all.
"Hey! Have I met you before?" Sun Wukong asked while blocking.
"Of course I've seen you!"
"Really? When did that happen?"
"It makes me so mad! You've forgotten everything completely, and here I've been waiting all this time."
"Waiting for what?"
"Sun Wukong, have you forgotten our promise?" Chi-Chi said, her hands and feet continuing to strike relentlessly.
"Wah! A promise? Did something like that really happen?" Sun Wukong parried in a panic.
"What is going on? That girl's strength is quite impressive, and her martial arts look a lot like my Turtle School style." On the sidelines, Master Roshi grew more puzzled the longer he watched; even he couldn't recognize her.
Thud!
"What promise did I make to you?" Sun Wukong landed on the tournament stage and pressed for an answer.
"It's that you were going to take me as your bride!"
"Eh??" As soon as those words were spoken, the audience, Master Roshi, Bulma, and the others were stunned into silence! Of course, Sun Wumian remained calm as ever.
"Ah... a bride?" Behind the stage, Krillin and Yamcha were left speechless as well!
"..." Sun Wukong was rendered completely speechless. He turned around and asked, "Krillin, tell me, what is a bride?"
Chi-Chi was utterly floored...
"You idiot, taking her as a bride means getting married! You brat, when did you make a promise to such a cute girl? You're so sly!" Krillin scolded.
"It means two people living together forever," Yamcha added.
Goku, you really have to thank me for this. I knew this day would come, which is why I never told you about these things, Sun Wumian thought silently from the spectator stands, smiling without a word.
Sun Wukong was also surprised. He turned back to look at Chi-Chi. "Living together? Did I really promise you that? Who exactly are you? Won't you tell me?"
"Hmph, I'll tell you once you beat me." Chi-Chi assumed a fighting stance.
"That's simple enough, great!"
"Hmph! You think you'll definitely win? Let me tell you, it won't be that easy to take me down."
"I'm going to attack! Watch out!" Sun Wukong warned.
Whoosh! Bang!
Sun Wukong threw a fierce punch right where he stood, and Chi-Chi was sent flying out of the ring by the shockwave.
"Strange, this technique is very similar to my Demon Clan's." Piccolo stood on the rooftop, muttering to himself. Of course it would be similar; Sun Wukong had spent a long time training at the Lookout.
"Oh no, did I use too much force? Are you okay?"
"Ouch... I didn't expect you to have become this strong. You're truly worthy of being my husband." Chi-Chi struggled to stand up, rubbing her head as she spoke. "Actually, I am the Ox-King's daughter, Chi-Chi."
At this, everyone finally had a moment of realization.
"Ah! I remember now! I did say I would take a bride."
Sun Wukong said, thinking to himself, I thought a bride was some kind of delicious food... Oh well, I have to keep my promise.
"Then let's get married!" With that, Sun Wukong walked up to Chi-Chi and spoke solemnly.