The Martial Arts School

After signing a contract with the organizers of the World Martial Arts Tournament, Zhang Wutian began his busy new life.

This was the path he had chosen for himself, and he loved the work, so he was more than happy to throw himself into it.

Before officially starting work, Zhang Wutian consulted the tournament roster and made a trip to a certain place.

"I'd like to say something nice, but honestly, this isn't a very pleasant place."

"You're right, my friend, but this is still my hometown."

Zhang Wutian had come to the hometown of Nam, his former opponent in the Martial Arts Tournament. He found Nam and the other villagers irrigating the parched land.

Nam greeted Zhang Wutian cheerfully and invited him to his home.

After enjoying a meal of rice mixed with radishes, lovingly prepared by Nam's wife, Zhang Wutian asked in the tone of a pyramid scheme salesman, "Do you want to change the fate of this village, Nam? Do you want the people here to live better lives?"

"Do you have a way?"

"Then come with me."

And so, the school's first assistant instructor was recruited.

Zhang Wutian thought highly of Nam's fighting ability. He wasn't as strong as the disciples of the Turtle Hermit School, but to ordinary people, someone who could leap more than twenty meters into the air was practically superhuman. He'd be more than capable of helping train future disciples.

After recruiting his new talent, Zhang Wutian's martial arts school officially opened.

Meanwhile, the organizers of the World Martial Arts Tournament, backing Zhang Wutian, began promoting him in every way they could.

With their help, Zhang Wutian got a chance to appear on television.

Sitting in front of the TV, Bulma, Oolong, and Puar watched a prerecorded program.

On the newly built World Martial Arts Tournament ring, Zhang Wutian solemnly placed a bag in the very center.

He took a stack of roof tiles from the bag and carefully piled them one on top of another.

"Is that guy planning to smash those tiles?" On Master Roshi's island, Krillin watched the TV with Master Roshi and Yamcha and scoffed. "Instead of traveling with Son Wukong, he's doing something like this. What a bore."

"Watch quietly before you start running your mouth," Master Roshi said mildly, glancing at Krillin.

"Heh heh, what a restless little fellow," Master Korin said with a smile as he watched the broadcast too.

Zhang Wutian stacked fifteen tiles, forming a pile that reached about waist height. It was an amount an ordinary person could never hope to smash.

Zhang Wutian took a deep breath, raised his right fist, and gathered his strength.

The camera clearly caught an unusual glow coming from his fist.

The human body had no organs that emitted light. The sight made viewers in front of their televisions exclaim that it was impossible!

At the same time, the image seized the audience's attention, leaving them eager to see what happened next.

The light gathered around Zhang Wutian's fist, forming a steady sphere. The next moment, he roared and brought his fist down.

The tiles were smashed to pieces in an instant, reduced to dust.

But that no longer mattered. The audience held their breath, staring at the television in disbelief.

Where the tiles had been, a huge crater had spread outward from the center of the ring, reaching a full five meters across.

The tournament ring had suffered yet again. It looked as though a meteor had struck it, leaving a round crater in the ground.

Zhang Wutian stood in the middle of the crater, a faint glow still lingering around his hand.

A legend had been born.

People were in an uproar. Many questioned whether Zhang Wutian had planted explosives beneath the ring. His response was simple: he went to one skeptic's yard and did the same thing to the ground there. After repeating this five or six times, the whole world was in a frenzy.

When Zhang Wutian's school officially opened in West City, it was greeted by a huge, surging crowd.

"Master Wutian, please take me as your disciple!"

"Master Zhang, please let me become your disciple!"

Even more numerous than those hoping to become his disciples were the people who came to challenge him.

"I'm Dan, from the Eastern Metropolis. You've been making quite a name for yourself lately. The martial arts world doesn't need a showman like you. I'll show you what a true martial artist is!"

"ORA ORA ORA!!!"

"Gaaahhh..."

The first cry came from the martial artist as he attacked Zhang Wutian.

The second came from that same martial artist as Zhang Wutian punched him flying, headfirst into the ground.

"I'm Sagat, from Thai Village. Zhang Wutian, fight me!"

"Tiger!"

"Gaaahhh..."

"I'm Ryu, a wandering martial artist. I hope to find true meaning through battle. Please teach me, Master Zhang."

"Hadouken!"

"Gaaahhh..."

"Heh heh heh. Become one of my subordinates, Vega, and I'll spare your life in return!"

"Electric Dash!"

"Gaaahhh..."

After enduring challenges and tests from people across society, Zhang Wutian had secured his standing in the martial arts world. In the eyes of the public, he had become the world's true number one. Within a week, his disciples had also grown to ten thousand, enough to pack the school to bursting, and their numbers were still climbing rapidly. He had no choice but to divide them into groups for their lessons.

Of course, Zhang Wutian had also made a fortune.

"So, that's the situation for now. Later, I'll find the truly talented martial artists among this group and make them inner disciples."

At Bulma's home in West City, now his neighbor's, Zhang Wutian sipped juice as he explained his plans.

"You've really built something incredible. Lately, the TV's been flooded with news about you. Is it really okay to slack off at my place? What about the school?"

"Heh heh, the employee I hired is very diligent. I'll give him a big bonus when I get back."

At the school, Nam was patiently teaching the basic techniques to a packed crowd of disciples.

"Who would've guessed? Once Yamcha gets back from that old lady Master Roshi's place, I'll have him work for you too. Make him do more, so he stops chasing after women all the time."

"I'm worried he'll try to seduce the girls at my school."

"Let him try!" Bulma glared, looking every bit the domineering girlfriend.

The school grew more popular by the day, and Zhang Wutian's business flourished. His growing number of disciples paid enough in tuition for him to build a mansion in the pricey heart of West City, as grand as Bulma's. And as long as he retained his strength, his position would remain unshaken.

Once everything was running smoothly, a message from Son Wukong came through Bulma's custom-made Tomato Phone.

"Zhang Wutian, I found the Penguin Village you told me about!"