Queen Appears

Sun Wumian pressed his advantage, diving from the air to land a kick squarely on his opponent's neck. Ginyu's head lolled to the side, and he slumped, unconscious.

"Someone, drag him off to get treated, or he's going to kick the bucket."

With that, he stepped off the arena.

Ginyu's combat power was at most 360,000; there was no point in dragging this out. Besides, it was clear he had been planning to use his body-swap technique.

Sun Wumian didn't want to let him pull that off, and he had tried to "sign in" on Ginyu beforehand, but he hadn't managed to learn the technique.

"Aren't you going a bit too far? You've left two warriors of the Ginyu Force critically injured. How am I supposed to answer to Mr. Frost now?" Cabba walked over and said to Sun Wumian.

"It's fine, just tell him it was Miss Caulifla's idea."

"Eh? She told you to do this?"

"That's right. She doesn't like the look of that Frost fellow."

Why did Sun Wumian pin this on Caulifla? In truth, he wanted to see just how strong Caulifla really was, whether her combat power had reached the level of a Super Saiyan, and he wanted to take the opportunity to see if he could expose Frost's true colors.

Killing two birds with one stone—perfect.

The second round of the tournament ended quickly. Sun Wumian, Cabba, the Mysterious Saiyan, and an intermediate warrior with a peak combat power exceeding 500,000 advanced to the third round.

"Everyone, the exciting battles of the second round have concluded. We will continue with the third round in 10 minutes, and our King of Sadala will personally grace the venue to watch the matches."

The moment the host finished speaking, the venue erupted; the cheers were deafening.

Oh? So I'll finally get to see the true face of the King of Sadala? Sun Wumian thought, unable to suppress his curiosity.

Once the roar of the crowd died down, the King of Sadala appeared.

She had finally shown herself.

Sun Wumian looked over. Huh, nothing special; she was wearing a combat suit similar to Cabba's, and her combat power felt a bit lower than his.

Wait, this appearance is a bit familiar. I feel like I've seen it somewhere before. Huh? A... a cross-dressing Vegeta? Holy crap!

Standing up to get a better look, Sun Wumian was so dumbfounded he nearly fell over. It was only by grabbing Cabba's shoulder that he managed to steady himself. This, this, this...

"What's wrong with you? You seem very surprised to see our King."

"Huh?" Hearing this, Sun Wumian snapped back to reality. He patted his chest, barely managing to calm down. Although this King of Sadala looked a tiny bit like Vegeta, it was only a three-point resemblance; it wasn't that outrageous.

She was basically a combination of Caulifla and Vegeta. Uh, how to put it? Sun Wumian couldn't quite articulate it himself and could only fill in the blanks with his imagination.

"Cabba, I can tell your King doesn't seem to care much. Could there be some hidden agenda behind this martial arts tournament?"

The King of Sadala had only shown her face for a moment before disappearing, which was why he asked.

Cabba was silent for a moment before saying, "I'm not entirely sure of the specifics. Originally, the King's tournament was held only once every 30 years, and it wouldn't have allowed anyone other than Saiyans to participate. This time, it seems related to Frost's proposal."

Once put that way, Sun Wumian understood. Frost had reached out toward Planet Sadala, intending to control the warrior race of Saiyans for his own use.

That wouldn't do. Sun Wumian had Saiyan blood in his veins, after all, and more importantly, the Saiyans of Planet Sadala were a key link in increasing his own combat power.

But the members of the Ginyu Force had all been eliminated. Could Frost still have an ace up his sleeve?

The third round began. This time, Sun Wumian's opponent was the Saiyan warrior from the Sadala Army whose combat power barely exceeded 500,000.

"Cabba told me you were strong, but I don't see it. How could the Sadala Army, the best in the universe, boost someone else's morale and dampen our own?"

"Why don't you use your scouter to see if I'm strong or not?" Sun Wumian stopped hiding his strength this time and pushed his combat power to the max. His opponent was a veteran of countless battles, after all.

"Yaahhhhhh!"

"300,000... 400,000... 500,000... Impossible... The numbers are still rising... 6... 660,000?"

"Well then, let's begin."

Sun Wumian flashed in front of his opponent and threw a kick, but to his surprise, the opponent reacted well and quickly moved behind him.

As expected of the battle-hardened Sadala Army; they really had some tricks up their sleeves.

Sun Wumian remained calm. By sensing his opponent's ki, he easily dodged the flurry of punches aimed at his back and launched a counterattack, swinging his fist around his own shoulder to strike behind him.

It landed squarely on the opponent's mouth, nearly knocking his teeth out.

"Oops, sorry, sorry. I didn't see clearly and ended up hitting your mouth." Sun Wumian turned to look at his opponent, who was clutching his mouth, and offered an apology.

"Damn you!" The opponent turned his palm into a claw and swiped at Sun Wumian's face, but he grabbed nothing but air.

Instead, his hand was caught, and he took another heavy kick.

"What's going on? The invincible Saiyan warrior is actually losing?" The audience at the venue had fallen silent, stunned by Sun Wumian's strength.

It seems I was right: if your combat power is 30% higher than your opponent's, you can basically crush them with ease, Sun Wumian thought. Meanwhile, his movements didn't stop; it was a completely one-sided beating.

"Galick Cannon!" He spread his palms forward, using Cabba's technique, and fired a dazzling energy wave at his opponent, who was still in mid-air.

At this level, this move was enough to blast his opponent out of the arena; there was no need for a Kamehameha.

"When did he learn my technique?" Cabba rushed from the waiting area to the edge of the arena, watching in utter astonishment.

By then, Sun Wumian's opponent had already been knocked out of the arena.

"Haha, sorry, I borrowed your move," Sun Wumian said, looking toward Cabba with a grin.

"Oh, it's alright. It's my turn to step up next."

"Your opponent, that mysterious Saiyan, is very strange. You need to be careful; I can sense his immense power," Sun Wumian warned Cabba.

"You mean Kabitz? He used to be one of the high-ranking warriors in my Sadala Army, but for some reason, he later became a subordinate of Frost."

Oh? So this is Frost's trump card? On the surface, this man's combat power is 500,000, the same as Cabba's, but Sun Wumian can sense ki and knows he is significantly stronger than Cabba.

In fact, his intuition was correct; the battle between Cabba and Kabitz on the stage had already begun.

Cabba was on the defensive from the very start, and even after erupting with his full power of 1.5 million, he could do nothing against Kabitz.

This was because his opponent's combat power was even higher, surging directly to 2 million.

"System, it's time for you to get to work."

[Ding~ You have checked in with the Saiyan Kabitz. Check-in successful. Host's combat power increased by 200,000.]

"Beep, beep, beep..." The one downside to the system is that it cannot hide combat power during a check-in, which is truly a pitfall.