Quarter-Final Showdown

"Nice one, Krillin!"

Sun Wukong praised with a smile.

"They don't seem to be that strong, do they?"

Krillin said with a dazed expression.

"That's because we're too strong!"

Ziye walked over and said indifferently.

Following that, the tournament reached a fever pitch. Ziye, Sun Wukong, Krillin, and Yamcha became the most dazzling highlights, appearing almost invincible.

"Now, I invite the two finalists from the first section, contestant number three and contestant number fifteen, to please come to the ring and prepare!"

"My turn again?"

As the referee's voice faded, Ziye hurried onto the ring. His gaze shifted to his opponent, only to find that the person was not human at all, but a humanoid blue-purple Magic Wolf!

"Kid, your journey in this tournament ends when you meet me!"

"Too much talk!"

BOOM!

The next second, the Magic Wolf began to move rapidly, leaving several afterimages around Ziye that made it difficult to track his position.

"Kid, it's impossible for you to see my speed clearly. Just give up!"

"Is that so?"

Ziye sneered, and his body instantly vanished from where he stood.

"How did Ziye disappear?"

"He didn't disappear. It's high-speed movement; it just makes his speed impossible to track."

Sun Wukong said with a calm expression.

"Can you see him, Wukong?"

Krillin asked, puzzled.

"I can see a bit. To be honest, his speed is ridiculously fast!" Sun Wukong said with a smile.

However, the Magic Wolf was now terrified by Ziye's speed, and in the next moment, he stood frozen in place!

BANG!

Seizing the opportunity, Ziye kicked him right out of the ring!

"Contestant number three wins!"

As the referee's voice fell, Ziye secured his victory in the preliminary finals, becoming one of the eight strongest fighters of the Martial Arts Tournament.

Soon after, Sun Wukong, Krillin, and Yamcha also successfully qualified from their respective sections. With that, the eight strongest fighters of the Martial Arts Tournament were finalized.

"Ahem..."

A man in a black suit and sunglasses walked in holding a microphone. After a light cough, the chaotic environment instantly quieted down.

The man looked around, picked up the list in his hand, and announced, "Now, will all qualifying contestants please gather here."

Hearing this, the eight qualifiers gathered together. Suddenly, a strange stench wafted over, and everyone present couldn't help but cover their noses.

"Ah, it stinks!"

"What is that thing!"

Everyone turned around to see a disheveled, ragged, and burly man standing behind them, emitting a nauseating stench!

"Who is he? Why does he smell so bad?" Yamcha said, covering his nose with a grimace.

"I heard this guy hasn't bathed since he was born. He wins his matches by knocking his opponents out with his stench!" an old man in black clothes nearby explained indifferently.

"What a despicable tactic!" Sun Wukong said with disdain.

"Could you please step further away, sir?"

Even the referee couldn't stand the smell, which was comparable to a poison gas bomb, and spoke up.

As the Wild Man moved away, the stench dissipated slightly, and everyone finally caught their breath!

"Now, we will begin the drawing to determine the order of the tournament matches. When your name is called, please come forward to gather!" The referee in black picked up his microphone and said loudly.

"Alright, let's start calling names."

Under the referee's direction, everyone stepped forward to draw their tags. The staff then wrote the match list on the board nearby:

"Mr. Nam vs. Jackie Chun"

"Monster Giran vs. Sun Wukong"

"Wild Man vs. Krillin"

"Yamcha vs. Ziye"

"Ziye, I didn't expect my opponent to be you. This time, I will fight you with everything I've got and show you the progress I've made during this time!" After seeing the list, Yamcha said to Ziye with a look of anticipation on his face.

"Fine, I'll be waiting for you!"

Ziye nodded and responded indifferently.

"The drawing is now complete. Everyone, please wait patiently here for the tournament to begin!"

With that, the referee walked toward the door and arrived at the open-air main stage of the World Martial Arts Tournament.

"Apologies for the wait, everyone! I now declare the 21st World Martial Arts Tournament officially underway!"

As the referee's voice faded, the entire arena erupted, cheering for the start of the tournament.

"Now announcing the lineup for the first match:

Contestant Krillin versus Contestant Wild Man!

Will both contestants please prepare to take the stage!"

As the referee spoke, the two men walked out of the martial arts hall and onto the tournament ring. Seeing this, Ziye and the others followed them out to watch the match.

"Look, it's Krillin!"

"Go Krillin!"

"If someone that small can make it to the finals, this tournament is really going downhill!"

"It stinks so bad."

"What is that smell!"

"It's going to make me sick!"

As Wild Man stepped out, the audience was nearly knocked unconscious by the stench radiating from him. They instinctively covered their noses and mouths, shouting insults in protest.

"Haha, I didn't expect my opponent to be a little kid. Watch how I smash you into pieces."

Looking at the short Krillin before him, Wild Man couldn't help but show a look of disdain and began to mock him.

He then charged toward Krillin with heavy, thundering steps. Seeing this, Krillin leaped into the air, dodging the attack.

"He dodged that so easily," Wild Man said, looking surprised.

"Let me show you my invincible breath."

"Hah!"

Wild Man aimed directly at Krillin and exhaled a massive, forceful breath. The intense stench caused everyone's expressions to contort as they began to retch, and Krillin was so overwhelmed by the smell that he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"I never expected Contestant Wild Man to use such a disgusting tactic! Contestant Krillin has fallen—will he be able to get back up? Let's wait and see!" Seeing this, the referee quickly grabbed the microphone and shouted.

"Go Krillin, get up and beat this disgusting guy!"

"Little guy, get up!"

"Stand up and take him down!"

"Go!"

"Go!"

The audience erupted, everyone cheering for Krillin.

"Krillin, what are you doing? Have you forgotten that you don't even have a nose?"

Hearing Ziye's words, Krillin's eyes lit up. He quickly stood up and said, "That's right, I don't have a nose!"

"Thank you, Ziye! Thanks for the reminder!" Krillin said gratefully.

Krillin then readjusted his stance and charged toward Wild Man. The opponent's stench no longer had any effect on him.

Bam!

Without the aid of his stench, Wild Man was like a toothless tiger and was no match for Krillin at all. He was knocked to the ground with a single punch!

"He won, he won! That was amazing!"

"Well done, kid!"

"I knew you could do it!"