World Martial Arts Tournament

At the sight of this, Master Roshi's jaw dropped, and he was too shocked to speak.

"When did you get so strong?" Master Roshi asked in astonishment.

Ziye chuckled and calmly explained, "Maybe the devilish training over the past half month helped me improve."

"Haha!"

Master Roshi obviously didn't believe him. He laughed awkwardly, then turned to Goku and Krillin and scolded them. "See? You're so lazy about your training that you can't even push a little rock like this!"

Hearing that, Krillin and Goku lowered their heads in embarrassment. Seeing that his approach had worked, Master Roshi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you really want to learn martial arts?" Master Roshi asked solemnly.

"Mm-hmm."

The two nodded in unison.

"Good. If you meet my standards in the training ahead, I'll teach you!"

"And I'll also take you to the World Martial Arts Tournament, which is held once every five years."

Master Roshi spoke with a grave expression.

"The World Martial Arts Tournament? What's that?" Goku asked curiously.

"It's where everyone who studies martial arts dreams of going. All the best fighters in the world will take part. I hope you can achieve good results!"

Hearing that, Goku and Krillin jumped up excitedly.

"Good. Your next training will be devilish weight training."

As he spoke, Master Roshi took three purple turtle shells of different sizes from behind his back and continued, "These two shells weigh twenty kilograms, and this one weighs forty. From now on, you'll wear them while you eat, sleep, and train!"

"Understand?"

"Understood!"

The three of them quickly nodded in reply.

They stepped forward and put on the shells. Ziye naturally chose the heaviest one. And so, they resumed their usual training routine.

Five months later.

"Grandpa!"

Goku rushed into Kame House with a twenty-kilogram turtle shell on his back.

"What is it, Goku...?"

Before Master Roshi could finish asking, Goku pulled him outside.

"Goku, slow down! What happened?"

Soon, Goku led Master Roshi to the huge rock. Krillin and Ziye were already there.

"Grandpa, we can push this rock now!" Goku said excitedly.

"How is that possible...?"

Master Roshi laughed and shook his head, but what happened next left him completely stunned. Goku put all his strength into it, and the rock really did move several meters.

"My turn! I probably won't push it as far as Goku did!"

With that, Krillin stepped forward and put all his strength into it. The next moment, the rock moved several meters again.

"I don't need to demonstrate, do I?"

Ziye asked with a smile.

"Old man, can you teach us martial arts now?" Goku asked earnestly.

Hearing that, Master Roshi looked a little troubled. After thinking it over, he answered honestly:

"Well..."

"The truth is, I don't have any special techniques. The essence of Turtle School martial arts has already been incorporated into your daily training!"

"You may not have noticed, but every part of your bodies has been trained. Your strength and speed have improved by leaps and bounds!"

"There's nothing left for me to teach you!" Master Roshi said calmly, shaking his head.

"But, old man, how can we beat everyone else without any techniques?" Goku asked, puzzled.

"The most important thing in martial arts isn't beating others. It's surpassing yourself!" Master Roshi said meaningfully.

"The World Martial Arts Tournament is a month away. Keep training as usual, but double the weight of your turtle shells!"

"Yes!"

The three changed into their new gear and began their day-in, day-out devilish training once more.

Time flew by, and the day of the World Martial Arts Tournament quietly arrived.

"The tournament starts tomorrow. You can take off your turtle shells now!" Master Roshi told them.

"Fantastic!"

"I was worried the other competitors would laugh at me for wearing this thing!"

At that, the three happily took off their weighted shells, and a wonderful sense of lightness washed over them.

"Wow, my body feels so light!"

Goku said excitedly.

"Jump as hard as you can and see what happens."

At that, the three immediately jumped. The next moment, they soared dozens of meters into the air!

"Haha, all right, let's go!"

Master Roshi chuckled.

"Launch, I'm counting on you to watch the house!"

Launch gave him an OK sign and smiled.

"No problem!"

"Oh, Ziye, these are the new clothes I got for you all. Make sure you do well in the tournament!"

"Thanks."

After taking the clothes from Launch, the three followed Master Roshi toward the tournament.

After leaving Kame Island, they boarded a plane bound for the World Martial Arts Tournament. After nearly half a day in the air, they finally reached their destination.

"Wow, there are so many people here!"

"Yeah, it's really lively."

"This brings back memories!"

Ziye said calmly.

"Wait here while I go register you!"

With that, Master Roshi headed for the registration desk at the entrance to the World Martial Arts Tournament.

"Hey, Goku, Ziye! Long time no see!" Suddenly, a handsome young man with short hair came over and greeted them.

"Who are you?" Goku asked, confused.

"You're... Yamcha?"

Ziye said in surprise.

"That's right!"

Yamcha nodded with a smile.

"What happened to you? I almost didn't recognize you with your new haircut!" Goku said in surprise.

"Haha! Bulma said long hair was too old-fashioned in the city, so I got it cut!" Yamcha said with a laugh, rubbing his head.

"This is Krillin. He trained with us under Master Mutten."

"And this is our friend, Yamcha."

Ziye introduced the two.

"So you're one of Master Mutten's star pupils. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Ziye and Goku have told me about you. They say you're really strong."

The two exchanged polite greetings.

"Ziye, Goku!"

Bulma came over with an ice cream, smiling alongside Goku and Puar.

"Hey, everyone! Long time no see!"

Ziye greeted them with a smile.

"L-long time no see!"

When Bulma saw Ziye, her cheeks immediately turned red.

"Huh? Bulma, why is your face red? Are you sick?" Goku asked, confused.

"She's thinking about men!"

Oolong said calmly, licking his ice cream.