The 21st World Martial Arts Tournament Opens

Compared to a serious fighting tournament, the so-called World Martial Arts Tournament felt more like a festival.

Although its influence had yet to reach the heights of later eras, the venue was already packed with people on the day of the competition.

The tournament format was rather strange, requiring all matches to be completed within a single day. Such a structure was clearly not very reasonable, and the number of participants was relatively small, but regardless, this tournament could still be considered a massive collision of the world's strongest combatants.

Accompanied by a shadow, Zhang Wutian descended from the sky.

Landing lightly on the ground, Zhang Wutian did not create any earth-shattering spectacle; this instead showed that his control had already reached a foundational level. A few passersby who happened to be nearby were dumbfounded after seeing this, while Zhang Wutian, the object of their gaze, calmly made his way to the registration desk.

"That's right, the name is Zhang Wutian." Zhang Wutian provided his name and then asked, "May I ask if a contestant named Son Wukong has come to register?"

After finding the names of Son Wukong, Krillin, and others on the first few pages of the list, Zhang Wutian smiled slightly and entered the passage reserved for contestants.

Although the hundred-plus contestants didn't seem like many, they didn't feel few when all squeezed into the preliminary hall. Zhang Wutian managed to find Son Wukong and Krillin a short distance away, but he did not step forward to acknowledge them.

"They haven't grown at all. I thought that becoming a girl would lead to an earlier growth spurt." Looking at Little Wukong over there, Zhang Wutian commented, "Is that the strongest Earthling, Krillin, next to her? Does that guy really not have a nose? How does he breathe?"

Then, Zhang Wutian found traces of Yamcha.

"With me joining in this time, how will the results of the tournament change? Is my current strength enough to surpass Master Roshi? I'm really looking forward to it!"

"Number 144, take the stage!"

The referee's call on the stage interrupted Zhang Wutian's reverie.

Zhang Wutian walked onto the stage, his opponent a fierce-looking, muscular brute.

"Lucky me, a little brat showed up." The muscular brute looked at Zhang Wutian and sneered, "If you surrender now, I can spare you. You don't want to end up with broken bones, do you!"

"Tch, that's the one thing I don't like about the Dragon Ball world; the extras are all too arrogant and have no manners at all." Zhang Wutian said dismissively.

Although he didn't understand the first half of the sentence, the second half wasn't hard for the brute to grasp. The brute said angrily, "How dare you call me an extra? Kid, don't think the tournament rules can save you. I'm going to make you taste the flavor of hell."

Zhang Wutian didn't even look at him, turning instead to the referee beside him. "Can we start?"

"Begin!"

The next moment, the brute reached out and charged toward Zhang Wutian first.

"You little brat, how dare you look down on me! I'm going to crush your bones!!"

The moment the words left his mouth, he flew backward.

Zhang Wutian punched the brute in the face, and after knocking out about ten of the man's teeth, he sent the brute himself flying off the stage.

The brute flew directly off the ring, while Zhang Wutian took out a handkerchief to wipe his fist.

"Spit got on my fist. How filthy."

"1... Number 144 wins."

Seemingly not expecting Zhang Wutian to win so easily, the referee stammered.

Off-stage, Yamcha, who had just finished his own fight and had come over by chance, was shocked by Zhang Wutian's performance.

"So strong! Even I would find it hard to parry that punch from just now!"

"As expected of the World Martial Arts Tournament, the standard is truly high. I'm starting to get excited."

Zhang Wutian naturally saw Yamcha off-stage. He smiled at him, and Yamcha, realizing Zhang Wutian was looking at him, responded with a provocative grin before turning to leave.

"Yamcha is quite hot-blooded at this stage. Is it only after being crushed by reality later that he loses his drive?"

"Come to think of it, Yamcha doesn't seem to have been gender-bent, and Krillin is fine too. I haven't seen Master Roshi, who goes by the alias Jackie Chun, yet. Does that mean Wukong is the only one who became a girl?"

While Zhang Wutian was standing on the ring in a daze, a thin monk suddenly flew over from the adjacent ring at high speed.

Just like Zhang Wutian's opponent, he had been knocked away by Krillin from the next ring.

Unlike Zhang Wutian, who had shown some mercy by merely knocking the brute off the ring, this thin monk had clearly taken a full-force blow from Krillin. If there were no external interference, he would likely have flown straight out of the hall and become a distant star.

At this moment, Zhang Wutian was standing on the path the thin monk was flying along. As the monk neared him, Zhang Wutian pushed with his left hand and sent with his right, tracing a circular trajectory with his feet to easily neutralize the force attached to the monk, placing him steadily on the ground.

The thin monk, who had finally managed to stand on solid ground with Zhang Wutian's help, paused for a moment before collapsing. In fact, he had lost consciousness long before he went flying.

"Krillin really doesn't know his own strength at this age. If I weren't here, this monk would be a goner."

Zhang Wutian thought for a moment, took out a Senzu Bean, and placed it in the thin monk's mouth. "Even though it has nothing to do with me, it is a life after all, and he doesn't seem to be a bad person, so I'll save him."

After eating the Senzu Bean, the thin monk snapped his eyes open, looked left and right, and then asked Zhang Wutian, who was in front of him, "Where am I..."

"You were knocked flying, and I gave you a hand."

At the same time, the thin monk's companion, a fat monk, rushed over and whispered in his ear for a long while.

Realizing the situation, the thin monk felt a lingering fear. He pressed his palms together and said to Zhang Wutian, "Thank you, benefactor, for saving my life. This humble monk will never forget your kindness."

"No need to thank me. Just do more good deeds in the future; consider that your repayment," Zhang Wutian said.

The thin monk nodded repeatedly, then backed away as if he had seen a ghost.

The object of the thin monk's fear, Krillin, and Little Wukong beside him, arrived in front of Zhang Wutian.

"I thought we were going to bump into someone. That was truly amazing just now, right, Wukong?"

Krillin said to his junior sister, whom he spent every day with, but he received no answer.

Little Wukong looked at Zhang Wutian with excitement, and a moment later, she lunged straight at him.

Facing the lunging Son Wukong, Zhang Wutian threw a punch straight at her head, though Little Wukong dodged it with ease.

At the same time, Little Wukong's counterattack arrived; after landing, she swiftly kicked toward Zhang Wutian.

Zhang Wutian dodged in kind, and the two of them, blending defense into offense, fought their way from the arena into the corridor, then from one side of the venue all the way to the other.

"So... so strong! Wukong and that guy are both so strong! What are they doing? Is that guy Wukong's enemy?"

"That young man can actually fight Wukong to this extent? Wait, there's no battle aura and no killing intent; are they not even using their real strength, just playing around?"

Dressed in a red martial arts uniform, a mature woman who still retained her charm narrowed her eyes, watching the two figures that were completely invisible to ordinary people, a faint, elusive smile appearing on her face.

"I originally thought Wukong alone was enough to represent the tide of the new era, but it turns out there is another one here?"

"Interesting. Let big sister here weigh your strength, Wukong, and the other cute boy..."