The Competition of Everyone

Turtle Hermit followed the others' gazes, his eyes landing on Jiang Yun. In an instant, his expression turned grave.

This young man is extremely extraordinary!

Turtle Hermit could not discern the man's background at all. He looked plain and unremarkable, as if he were an ordinary person, but his intuition warned him: do not provoke this young man, or you will die!

Although the young man appeared to have no cultivation base whatsoever, the moment Turtle Hermit looked at him, Jiang Yun seemed to become shrouded in mystery. His unhurried, steady pace seemed to align perfectly with the heavens and earth.

What a high level of martial arts attainment this young man possessed; he was definitely a being who had surpassed him!

As if sensing someone watching him, Jiang Yun turned his head, immediately met Turtle Hermit's gaze, and offered him a friendly smile.

Turtle Hermit couldn't help but shiver; what keen perception this young man had!

Hearing the others acknowledge the man, Turtle Hermit couldn't help but ask, "Do you know the origins of this young man?"

His words carried seven parts inquiry and three parts shock.

"This man once saved us and possesses immense strength. I even tried to take him as my master once, but I was refused," Yamcha said with a sigh.

Krillin, unaware of the man's existence, couldn't help but ask, "Then just how strong is this person?"

"I estimate he is no less than Master Roshi, likely about the same level as the master."

Because of Jiang Yun's presence, Yamcha had already apprenticed under Turtle Hermit ahead of schedule. This little butterfly had begun to flap its wings, bringing unknown changes to the world. Whether these changes would be good or bad, we have no way of knowing.

At this moment, Yamcha still did not know how terrifying Jiang Yun's strength truly was. He even assumed Jiang Yun was on par with Turtle Hermit, as he didn't know the full extent of the Turtle Hermit's power either, leading him to guess their strengths were similar.

"No! His strength is even above mine. I cannot even fathom his depths!" Turtle Hermit said meaningfully.

Turtle Hermit's words left the group exceptionally shocked. They never imagined Jiang Yun had reached such a level that even Turtle Hermit couldn't gauge his depth.

Goku, however, felt nothing, for the stronger the opponent, the more excited he became.

"Alright, let's stop talking about him for now. Let's go register!" Bulma stepped in to smooth things over.

The group headed toward the strength-testing machine. As they walked, Turtle Hermit whispered, "Go easy later. Don't show your full strength; hitting around two hundred is enough."

"Why? Shouldn't we hit as hard as we can?" Goku asked, puzzled.

"Idiot, we must learn to hide our talents and deliver a heavy blow to the enemy at the critical moment!" Krillin said with a grin, showing off his cleverness. In reality, Turtle Hermit simply didn't want to attract too much attention at this stage. A martial artist should remain hidden like a mountain peak and not be too sharp-edged.

"Look, the group following Jiang Yun is up!"

At this moment, Bulma saw the Martial Alliance disciples preparing for the test. The disciples who came out this time were all the young ones selected earlier, including Satan and two others, as well as two more; they were the more outstanding members of that Martial Alliance batch.

"Satan, score 200!"

"Lada, score 199!"

"Jinze, score 200!"

"Look, those people's scores are all close to two hundred!" Krillin couldn't help but exclaim.

"These people are not simple. Such strong control—they actually managed to keep it right around 200. There must be an expert teaching them behind the scenes!" Turtle Hermit thought to himself, feeling more and more that this group was extraordinary.

Subsequently, Goku and the others began their tests. After causing a stir, they drifted into the competition arena. Others could not imagine that such small children could achieve scores that were difficult for them to reach.

Upon entering the arena, Krillin suddenly saw his former fellow disciples from Orin Temple. Remembering his past experiences of being bullied, he couldn't help but tremble with fear.

The Orin Temple group also saw Krillin, mocked him, and then drifted away.

"Krillin, don't worry. Your strength is already very high; you don't need to be afraid of them at all." Sensing that the aura of the men who had just passed was very weak and that Krillin could easily defeat them, Goku comforted him.

Calmed by the group's reassurance, Krillin steadied himself. After all, he was not the same as he used to be; he was now a disciple of Master Roshi, the Turtle Hermit.

Soon, the competition began. Due to the Martial Alliance's promotion and investment, this tournament was much grander, and many more rings had been built.

Following the same tournament format as the original, Goku's group and the Martial Alliance members quickly eliminated their respective opponents.

Krillin, however, ran into a bit of trouble. He encountered his former senior brothers. The butterfly effect had manifested; not only did Krillin meet his former brothers ahead of schedule, but he was also matched against them.

His senior brother first mocked Krillin, and while Krillin was paralyzed by fear, he threw a punch directly at him. Krillin instinctively jumped into the air.

The senior brother, having missed his attack, was momentarily stunned, his eyes even looking a bit dull. Krillin turned in mid-air and landed a heavy flying kick on his former senior brother's stomach, sending him flying hundreds of meters away. Bulma and Oolong even turned their heads to look.

Krillin couldn't believe this was his own power. Was this the strength gained from his training? This filled Krillin with immense joy; he was no longer the Krillin who had been bullied in the past.

Krillin quickly overcame his fear during this match, even knocking his opponent out of the ring and smashing a large hole into the wall. This undoubtedly bolstered Krillin's confidence, leading him to win match after match in the subsequent rounds.

With multiple divisions competing simultaneously, the pace of the tournament accelerated significantly. However, due to the sheer number of participants, it still took an entire day to determine the final sixteen.

In the waiting room, the group observed those around them. Most of the contestants were sizing each other up, as these people would likely be their future opponents, but their gazes invariably shifted away whenever they looked at Kid Goku and his friends. Others sat with their eyes closed, focusing their energy and preparing for the upcoming matches.

Just then, everyone noticed a man exuding a foul stench. The crowd couldn't help but distance themselves from him; this man was none other than the notorious Bacterian.

"Senior Brother Satan, if I run into this guy, I'm just going to forfeit. I really don't have the confidence to fight such a contestant!"

One of the Martial Alliance disciples spoke up. Among the group, Satan possessed the highest cultivation, which was why they addressed him as Senior Brother.

"Hahaha! No matter how great the difficulty, I will overcome it! I am Satan, after all!"

The disciples looked at the brimming confidence of Satan and sighed inwardly, thinking that he was truly worthy of being their Senior Brother.

In reality, Satan was already panicking. He was merely feigning composure, not wanting to lose face in front of his disciples, but as he looked at the lethal stench before him, he couldn't help but pray silently that he wouldn't be matched against him.

Suddenly, a gong sounded. Everyone knew the time for the matches had arrived and rose to their feet, preparing to head out and begin their respective battles.