"Mr. Cabba, you're back so soon... Huh? You're bringing... her into our base?"
"What, I'm not welcome?" Caulifla asked, raising an eyebrow.
"H-how could you not be? Welcome..."
"Hmph. What a load of nonsense. Do you want me to knock every one of you flat again?"
"Forget it, Miss Caulifla. Let's go inside first. Don't waste your time arguing with him," Cabba said, leading the group into the Sadala Army base.
Before this, they'd already had a hearty meal in the Royal City. On Planet Sadala, aside from the eighty percent who were Saiyans, the rest were other races from other planets.
Since Saiyans were a warrior race, the people doing business in the city were all members of other races. It just wasn't on as large a scale as Earth in Universe 7.
Sun Wumian, however, didn't like the food on this planet at all. The only word for its taste was "bad."
"Huh? What are all those people over there doing?" The first thing they saw after entering the base was a large group of Saiyan warriors gathered in one place. There were eight arenas, and it looked like they were fighting.
"Oh, they're selecting eight people to compete in the King's Martial Arts Tournament tomorrow," Cabba replied.
"I heard the King of Sadala is holding an open martial arts tournament to choose a husband, and contestants don't have to be Saiyans. Tch... How boring. I can't believe she came up with that," Caulifla said.
"What?!"
The King of Sadala was actually a woman? Sun Wumian exclaimed in shock. This wasn't how the story was supposed to go. He'd ended up in the wrong show.
"Hey, I think you could enter too. You meet all the requirements," Caulifla said with a smile, looking at Sun Wumian.
"Me? Boss, don't joke around. I want to know, are the Saiyans' kings really women?" Since everyone at the base called Caulifla that, Sun Wumian occasionally blurted it out too.
"Of course Her Majesty the Queen is a woman. What's the problem?" Cabba spoke up before anyone else could.
"I see." Looks like he couldn't assume Universe 6 was the same as Universe 7.
After walking for a while, the four of them arrived near the arenas.
"Almost all the strongest warriors in the Sadala Army are here. What do you think? Not bad, right?" Cabba said confidently.
"Oh, they're all right," Sun Wumian replied casually.
"Tch, they're just playing children's games. I could knock them all down with one kick."
System, time to get to work. The order's been set, right? Make sure my battle power increases as much as possible.
The Saiyans of Universe 6 were like those of Universe 7. Unlike Earth's martial artists, they couldn't lower their battle power at will. Saiyans could increase their battle power by powering up in a fight.
So Sun Wumian had no choice but to watch every match between the mid-class warriors. There was no need to bother with the low-class warriors; a few check-ins would easily put his battle power above theirs.
"Beep beep beep beep..."
"What's going on? 25,000... 31,000... 49,000... 60,000... Are you a monster? Your battle power went up again?" Caulifla suddenly noticed a new reading on the Scouter in her hand.
Sun Wumian's battle power had reached 50,000–530,000, the fifth stage: a powerful warrior capable of destroying a planet.
The sixth power stage was for warriors with power on par with Frieza, with a battle power range of 530,000–120 million.
Caulifla walked over and scrutinized Sun Wumian, but she couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Uh, Miss Caulifla, don't look at me like that." Sun Wumian felt uneasy under her gaze. No one knew what she might do next.
"Tell me honestly. What's going on with you?"
Caulifla leaned even closer. Anyone watching would've thought something was going on between them.
"Fine, I'll tell you. Whenever I run into someone stronger than me, the Saiyan blood in my veins boils, and my battle power increases," Sun Wumian said with a straight face, making it all up.
"Really? Somehow, I feel like you're talking nonsense." The disbelief was plain in Caulifla's eyes.
Sun Wumian nodded as if it were obvious. "Of course. Doesn't a Saiyan get stronger after every battle? I just went through an earth-shattering battle of wills."
As the occasional beeping of changing battle power rang out, Sun Wumian's battle power surpassed 100,000.
The competition had also reached its final stage. The remaining sixteen Saiyans were paired into eight matches to determine the eight contestants for the King's Martial Arts Tournament tomorrow.
They were all young-looking Saiyans, so there must have been an age limit. At that moment, they were ready on the arenas, their normal battle power ranging from 100,000 to 400,000.
All eight arenas held matches at the same time, which suited Sun Wumian perfectly. He could decide on the spot how to check in and maximize his battle power increase.
Soon, the fights began, and all sixteen Saiyans unleashed their full battle power.
[ Ding~ You checked in a Saiyan. Target battle power: 150,000. Your battle power increased by 15,000. ] [ Ding... ]
"Beep beep beep beep..."
"Battle power: 115,000... 135,000... 300,000... 430,000!" As the results came in, Sun Wumian's battle power kept soaring.
Caulifla had gotten used to it by now. "Your battle power's going up again? Nice, nice. But you're still nowhere near my level."
Sun Wumian didn't answer her. Instead, he continued calling on the system. System, keep checking in on Cabba, Kale, and Caulifla.
[ Ding~ Check-in on Cabba successful. Battle power increased by 50,000. Learn Galick Cannon? ]
"Galick Cannon? Is that like Vegeta's Final Flash? Learn it."
[ Ding~ Check-in on Kale successful. Battle power increased by 80,000. ] [ Ding~ Check-in on Caulifla successful. Battle power increased by 100,000. ]
Ha ha, his battle power had reached 660,000. Sun Wumian was thrilled.
"Hey, are you listening to me?" Caulifla suddenly leaned in, startling him. "Kid, you were just staring at the three of us. Were you increasing your battle power through us?"
"Huh? You're not wrong. But I don't think you mind, do you?"
Cabba suddenly came over. "Mr. Sun Wumian, I happen to have a spot for the King's Martial Arts Tournament. I'd like to invite you to compete. What do you say?"
"Thanks for the offer, but I'm not interested in this Martial Arts Tournament. I decline," Sun Wumian said without a second thought.
Caulifla suddenly clapped her hands. "Cabba, that's a great idea. Kid, you can't refuse. And you'd better win the whole thing, or I'll kick you flying."
Death-Defying Scissor Kick? Sun Wumian suddenly wondered why those words had popped into his head.
"But I really don't want to enter. I have no interest in becoming your King of Sadala's husband."
"No, you have to enter. Ha ha! Just thinking about her choosing a husband from my Caulifla base makes me laugh. Ha ha..."
Hey, whatever your grudge is, what does it have to do with me?
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