The Competition Ends

Master Roshi stroked his chin and spoke indifferently. His expression then turned grave as he said in a deep voice:

"Seeing you possess such strength puts my mind at ease. I shall now use my ultimate technique; if you cannot withstand it, surrender!"

With that, Master Roshi furrowed his brows, his expression turning stern. He pressed his palms tightly together, and immediately, faint bolts of lightning began to swirl around his body, converging continuously upon his palms!

"Thunder Shock Surprise!"

Hah!

Master Roshi thrust his palms forward, and intense bolts of lightning shot out, enveloping Ziye's entire body. The powerful electrical attack caused Ziye's body to shudder, and a wave of excruciating pain surged through him!

Argh!

"What is that? Ziye looks like he's in a lot of pain," Goku said, puzzled.

"Ziye..."

Bulma covered her mouth, calling out with a face full of worry.

"Ziye, surrender! If this continues, you will die!" Master Roshi said with a grave expression.

"What the hell is this!"

"This is tens of thousands of volts of electricity converted from my entire body's energy. Your body cannot handle it. Surrender!"

Hearing this, Ziye's brows knit tightly together. The intense pain nearly caused him to lose consciousness, and his head began to swim.

Suddenly, the image of Master Roshi performing the technique began to play repeatedly in Ziye's mind. Memories from his past life seemed to merge with the moment, and his lips moved slightly as he whispered, "Electricity? Is this the law of energy conversion?"

"I understand."

"Ah..."

The next moment, Ziye's eyes snapped open. He thrust his palms forward, and the power within his entire body began to convert continuously!

"What are you trying to do?"

"No... impossible, this is impossible!"

Master Roshi said, his face filled with disbelief.

"Thunder Shock Surprise!"

Ziye's expression hardened. The electricity swirling around his body slowly gathered on his palms, and with a sudden roar, the intense current launched a counterattack, flowing through Ziye's body and into Master Roshi.

"Sss—argh!"

Master Roshi's expression changed wildly, and he hurriedly pulled back his palms. The bone-chilling pain made him shriek; his wig was instantly reduced to powder by the electricity, and he collapsed onto the ground in a pathetic heap!

"Ma... Master Mutten?"

Krillin looked at Master Roshi, who had returned to his original appearance on the stage, and said in astonishment.

"Huh?"

"How does this old man look so much like the other old man?"

"Oh! I get it! They must be relatives!" Goku's eyes lit up as he spoke nonchalantly.

Hearing this, Krillin couldn't help but roll his eyes, deciding not to pay any more attention to Goku!

"Master, if you have any other techniques, bring them out. That is the only way to make me even stronger!" Ziye rubbed his nose and said triumphantly.

"Heh heh, Ziye, you really are quite something!"

Master Roshi chuckled, then slowly stood up. A look of gratification appeared on his face as he spoke again:

"Seeing you all grow to this extent makes me truly happy!"

With that, Master Roshi turned around, walked toward the edge of the ring, and leaped off!

"Master!"

Seeing this, Ziye's heart tightened, and he whispered softly.

"This... what is going on? Contestant Jackie Chun has jumped out of the ring on his own! Contestant Ziye wins this match!"

As the referee's voice rang out again, the entire audience erupted. After all, to them, this match had been incredibly spectacular.

"What is this! So Jackie Chun was that perverted old man in disguise? Dressing up like that to bully my Ziye, how tacky!" Bulma pouted, looking displeased.

"Since when did Ziye become 'yours'? I don't think he's accepted you yet, has he?" Oolong couldn't help but roll his eyes and say.

"Bang!"

"Mind your own business!"

Bulma punched Oolong directly on the head and shouted angrily.

"Congratulations to contestant Ziye for winning the match."

"I truly didn't expect the final to be between Master Mutten's two top disciples. I believe they will surely bring us a very exciting match!"

"After a one-hour break, the final for the championship of the World Martial Arts Tournament will officially begin. Let us wait and see!"

As the referee's voice echoed, Ziye left the ring amidst the cheers of the crowd. The moment he stepped backstage, Goku ran over excitedly and said, "Ziye, congratulations!"

"Rest well. The next match is ours, and I can hardly wait!"

Hearing this, Ziye nodded with a smile and headed toward the lounge.

An hour passed quickly, and with his stamina fully restored, Ziye opened the lounge door and returned to the arena.

"Welcome everyone to the finals of the World Martial Arts Tournament! Let us wait and see who will ultimately claim the championship!"

"I now declare the match started!"

Gong!

As the gong sounded, Sun Wukong did not hesitate, launching an immediate assault on Ziye. Perhaps aware of Ziye's strength, he unleashed a fierce barrage of attacks right from the start.

Swish! Swish!

The two figures darted across the arena, exchanging dozens of blows in the blink of an eye.

"Ziye, show me your full strength!" Sun Wukong said with a solemn expression.

"Then you had better be careful!"

Ziye chuckled, took a light step forward into a lunge, and slowly coiled his hands at his waist as white energy began to coalesce.

"Ka-me-ha-me-ha!"

With Ziye's roar, a beam of white energy shot forth. Seeing this, Sun Wukong did not back down, unleashing his own Kamehameha. The two powerful energies collided, triggering a thunderous explosion that erupted in a blinding flash of light.

The next second, Sun Wukong's body was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the arena floor.

Swish!

Ziye moved with lightning speed, appearing beside Sun Wukong. Before he could even stand, Ziye reached out and grabbed his tail.

"Sun Wukong, you've lost!"

Ziye said with a smile.

With his tail seized, Sun Wukong's expression changed instantly. All the strength drained from his body, leaving him limp on the ground as he wheezed, "How... how did you know about my weakness?"

"That's something you don't need to know! Make sure you fix this flaw next time; I'll be taking the prize money!"

With that, Ziye grabbed Sun Wukong's tail and flung him out of the arena.

"Contestant Sun Wukong has fallen out of the ring! Congratulations to contestant Ziye for winning this World Martial Arts Tournament and the five-hundred-thousand-yuan prize!" The referee stepped onto the stage, raised Ziye's right hand, and announced excitedly.

"What a shame! Ziye, once I overcome my weakness, I will definitely come back to challenge you!" Sun Wukong stood up and said to Ziye with a serious look.

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