The Bustling Martial Arts Tournament

Turtle Hermit's expression turned grave. When had such a force appeared in the martial arts world? Could it be that some hidden sect had finally emerged?

Turtle Hermit clearly shared the same thoughts as Master Shen. In their view, it was impossible for any newcomer in the martial arts world to defeat them, given how long they had lived. The others were still listening to Bulma's explanation.

However, Bulma noticed Turtle Hermit's serious expression and asked in surprise, "Old pervert, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing Bulma's question, the others also noticed that something was off with Turtle Hermit and turned to look at him, as if waiting for an answer.

Seeing their expressions, a faint smile appeared on Turtle Hermit's face as he whispered, "I was young back then, and she was still alive. She was my master's daughter..."

"Master Shen was my fellow disciple. We used to be very close, but later... he walked down a wicked path, and from then on, we became like enemies."

Turtle Hermit began to recount his past experiences with Master Shen.

Although the group had heard Turtle Hermit tell the story of him and Fangfang before, they listened intently, moved by his tale, only to be filled with indignation at Master Shen's wickedness later on.

They also marveled at the Martial Alliance's formidable strength. After all, being able to defeat Master Shen, who shared the same lineage as Turtle Hermit, was no small feat. Even after hearing Turtle Hermit's account, they all knew the Crane School was not to be trifled with; for the Martial Alliance to overcome them, one could only imagine how powerful they must be.

"No way, is that Martial Alliance really that strong?"

Bulma asked in astonishment. Having witnessed Turtle Hermit's strength, she knew how powerful the old man before her was. If that were the case, wouldn't the Martial Alliance be even stronger than the old turtle?

"If you put it that way, the Martial Alliance must be quite something. I thought it was just some fighting organization, but I never expected them to be this impressive!"

Bulma exclaimed. After hearing Turtle Hermit's words, everyone felt that this Martial Alliance was incredibly powerful and not a group to be taken lightly.

Only Kid Goku remained confused, saying excitedly, "Then isn't this person called Martial Alliance very strong? I'm really looking forward to fighting him!"

The others couldn't help but sweat. They sighed at how simple-minded Kid Goku was. Krillin poked Goku with his finger and whispered, "The Martial Alliance is the name of an organization, not a person. It's made up of many people."

Goku scratched his head, showing no sign of embarrassment, and laughed, "Then are they all very strong?"

Krillin thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "I suppose so!"

After all, hearing how powerful they were described to be, Krillin also felt there must be some very formidable characters among them.

"I'm really looking forward to fighting them!"

Kid Goku still seemed very eager to spar with someone. The others couldn't help but be moved by his optimistic attitude, so they suggested they go and sign up.

When they arrived at the venue, the registration process was different from previous years. Because of the large number of participants and to prevent people from just trying to sneak through, the venue had set up a punch-strength machine, similar to the one from the Majin Buu era, requiring a score of at least 120 to qualify.

This threshold left the ordinary participants staring at each other in dismay. "What kind of standard is this? Are they even letting people compete? I doubt many people can reach that!"

"Move aside, let me through! Trash shouldn't even bother trying to compete!"

A very arrogant voice rang out, annoying many of those who had just spoken. They looked back to see who was making such bold claims and saw a burly man, nearly three meters tall, walking toward the machine. Seeing his fierce, scarred face, it was clear he was not someone to be trifled with, so they fell silent and scrambled away in fear.

However, this did not include Kid Goku and his group, nor the other powerful individuals present. Several characters from the original story were there, along with a large number of unfamiliar faces, clearly drawn by the Martial Alliance's publicity and the prize money.

The burly man struck the machine with a clenched fist, and the device instantly reacted.

"Kui Mu Lang, score 158. Pass!"

The person announcing the score was from the Martial Alliance, so he showed no surprise, but the ordinary people were stunned, gasping in shock.

"Holy crap, is that even a score a human can hit?"

"Even a fighting champion might only get that much!"

"Am I seeing things? Is that really a score a human can achieve?"

It was no wonder they were skeptical, as Satan had only scored 137 in the original story. Although Satan had slacked off significantly after the Cell Games, his talent was still quite good, and his daughter Videl had inherited his talent, even surpassing him early on.

Still, a few people looked on with disdain. Others began their tests, but very few managed to pass. Among the ordinary people, only a handful of naturally gifted individuals succeeded, followed by those from the martial arts world or other talented outsiders.

For instance, the Werewolf and the Dinosaur Man from the original story.

At this moment, a dinosaur-like creature achieved a score that left many in awe, and it was clear he was even holding back.

"Giran, score 516!"

The announcer shouted loudly.

"What? How could the score be so high? Is he cheating?"

"Shut up! Don't you see that's Giran? The legendary man-eater!"

The person discussing it nearby heard that he ate people and was instantly too terrified to speak.

By this time, Jiang Yun had begun leading the Martial Alliance members to participate. Among the contestants, a surprising figure appeared: Satan and Lada. Both of them had come to take part in this tournament.

In truth, Jiang Yun had been quite surprised when he first learned of this. He had never held much affection for Mr. Satan, the man who relied on tricks and stole the credit that belonged to the Z-Fighters in the original story.

When he found out that Satan had actually joined their Martial Alliance, Jiang Yun found it hard to believe.

In reality, when Satan became a core disciple, he too found it unbelievable. When he saw his seniors using their hands to fire energy blasts—things similar to bombs—Satan was completely dumbfounded, shouting that it was all just sleight of hand.

However, he was soon taught by his seniors that it was no trick, and they gave him a lesson to ensure he understood the reality of their power.

Even when Satan learned that one could fly upon reaching a high level of cultivation, he trained himself tirelessly. He knew the greatest opportunity of his life was right in front of him, so he trained desperately to get ahead, eventually being chosen to participate in this World Martial Arts Tournament.

When Jiang Yun and his group appeared, Bulma and the others quickly spotted him.

"Hey, it's that mysterious big brother! Is he participating this time too?"

Goku said happily. It was clear he still remembered Jiang Yun and knew he was strong, and he was eager to fight him. Although Bulma and the others had told Goku that Jiang Yun had saved them, they hadn't told him about turning into a Great Ape, so he didn't yet know just how powerful Jiang Yun truly was.

"It's that fierce man!"

"It's that senior!"

Voices echoed in the hearts of Bulma and Yamcha.