Queen of Sadala

"Cabba, you're back so soon... wait? You're bringing this... her into our base?"

"What, not happy to see me?" Caulifla raised an eyebrow.

"H-how could that be? Welcome..."

"Hmph, clueless. Do you want me to beat you all into the ground again?"

"Forget it, Miss Caulifla, let's head inside. Don't mind him." Cabba said, leading the group into the Sadala Army base.

Before this, they had already had a full meal in the Royal City. On Planet Sadala, aside from the 80% who were Saiyans, the rest were other races from different planets.

Since Saiyans were a warrior race, the merchants in the city were all from other species, though the scale wasn't as large as Earth in Universe 7.

However, Sun Wumian didn't like the food on this planet at all; the taste could only be described as poor.

"Huh? What are all those people doing over there?" Upon entering the base, the first thing he saw was a large group of Saiyan warriors gathered in one area, with eight rings set up, seemingly engaged in combat.

"Oh, they're selecting eight people to participate in the King's Martial Arts Tournament tomorrow," Cabba replied.

"I heard the King of Sadala is holding an open tournament to find a spouse, and it's not limited to Saiyans. Tsk... boring. Can't believe she actually thought of that," Caulifla said.

"What??"

The King of Sadala was actually a woman? Sun Wumian was so shocked he blurted it out; the script was wrong, he must have walked onto the wrong set.

"Hey, I think you could go participate too. You perfectly fit the criteria." Caulifla looked at Sun Wumian and laughed.

"Me? Boss, don't joke around. I just want to know, is your Saiyan king really a woman?" Because everyone at the base called Caulifla that, Sun Wumian occasionally let it slip out too.

"Her Majesty is obviously a woman, is there a problem with that?" Before anyone else could speak, Cabba answered first.

"I see." It seemed he couldn't judge the situation in Universe 6 based on Universe 7.

After walking for a while, the four of them arrived near the rings.

"Almost all of our powerful Sadala Army warriors are here. How about it? Not bad, right?" Cabba said confidently.

"Oh, it's alright," Sun Wumian said casually.

"Tch, it's just a game for children. I could knock them all down with one kick."

"System, time to work. The order is set, right? Make sure my combat power increases as much as possible."

Saiyans in Universe 6 were the same as those in Universe 7; unlike Earth martial artists, they couldn't suppress their combat power. Saiyans could increase their combat power by powering up during a fight.

Therefore, Sun Wumian had to watch every match involving mid-level warriors. As for the low-level ones, there was no need; checking in on a few of them would already surpass their power.

"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep..."

"What's going on? 25,000... 31,000... 49,000... 60,000... Are you a monster? You're increasing your combat power again?" Caulifla suddenly noticed the Scouter on her wrist reacting.

Sun Wumian's combat power had reached the fifth stage of 50,000 to 530,000: a powerhouse capable of destroying a planet.

The sixth stage of strength: a powerhouse with power comparable to Frieza, with a combat power range of 530,000 to 120 million.

Caulifla walked over and stared at Sun Wumian, looking him up and down, but couldn't make heads or tails of it.

"Hey, Miss Caulifla, stop looking at me like that." Sun Wumian felt his skin crawl; no one knew what she might do next.

"Tell me honestly, what exactly is going on with you?"

Caulifla leaned in even closer; anyone who didn't know better would think something was going on between them.

"Fine, I'll tell you. Every time I encounter a master stronger than me, the Saiyan blood in my body boils, and my combat power increases." Sun Wumian spouted nonsense with a straight face.

"Is that so? I feel like you're full of it." Caulifla's expression clearly spelled out 'I don't believe you.'

Sun Wumian nodded as if it were a matter of course. "Of course. Don't Saiyans get stronger after every battle? I just went through an earth-shattering mental battle."

With the 'beep' sounds of changing combat power ringing out from time to time, Sun Wumian's combat power exceeded 100,000.

The matches here had also entered the final stage, with the last 16 Saiyans in 8 pairs, deciding the 8 who would participate in the King's Martial Arts Tournament tomorrow.

They were all young-looking Saiyans, surely due to an age restriction. At this moment, they were all ready on the rings, their base combat power between 100,000 and 400,000.

Eight rings were holding matches simultaneously, which played right into Sun Wumian's hands, allowing him to decide on the fly how to check in to maximize his combat power gains.

Soon, the battles began, and all 16 Saiyans went all out.

[Ding~ You checked in on a Saiyan. Target combat power: 150,000. Host combat power increased by 15,000.]

[Ding...]

"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep..."

"Combat power 115,000... 135,000... 300,000... 430,000!" As the match results came in, Sun Wumian's combat power soared.

Caulifla was already used to it: "Increasing your combat power again? Not bad, not bad, but you're still far from my level."

Sun Wumian didn't respond to her, instead calling out to the system again: "System, continue checking in on Cabba, Kale, and Caulifla."

[Ding~ Checked in on Cabba. Check-in successful. Combat power increased by 50,000. Learn Galick Cannon?]

"Galick Cannon? That move that looks like Vegeta's Final Flash? Learn it."

[Ding~ Checked in with Kale, check-in successful, combat power increased by 80,000.]

[Ding~ Checked in with Caulifla, check-in successful, combat power increased by 100,000.]

Haha, my combat power has already reached 660,000, Sun Wumian thought with wild joy.

"Hey, are you even listening to me?" Caulifla suddenly leaned in, giving him a start. "Kid, you were staring at the three of us just now—were you gauging our combat power?"

"Huh? You could say that, but I assume you wouldn't mind, right?"

Cabba suddenly walked over and said, "Mr. Sun Wumian, I happen to have an open slot for the King of Sadala's martial arts tournament. Would you like to participate?"

"Thanks for the offer, but I have no interest in this tournament. I refuse," Sun Wumian replied without a second thought.

Caulifla suddenly clapped her hands. "Cabba, that's a great idea! Kid, you can't refuse. Furthermore, you have to win it all, or I'll kick you into orbit."

Death-Defying Scissor Kick? For some reason, that phrase suddenly popped into Sun Wumian's mind.

"But I really don't want to participate. I have no interest in becoming the husband of your King of Sadala."

"No, you must participate. Haha, just thinking about the fact that the husband she recruits will be from my Caulifla base makes me want to laugh. Haha..."

Hey, whatever grudges or grievances you people have, what does that have to do with me...

.Provided by the great author Wumeng Qiankong, Dragon Ball: I Have a Super Saiyan Check-in System