Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, They Covet Me

"Goku is cheering for me, I can't lose face!"

The next second, Chi-Chi stomped hard on the ground.

She launched a headbutt with great force toward the number 22 strongman contestant.

"Bang!" With a loud sound, the strongman was struck directly.

His balance faltered, and he stumbled back several steps, falling right off the arena.

The onlookers fell silent in an instant.

"What just happened?"

"That guy actually got beaten by a little girl, how embarrassing!"

"He lost his balance and fell off, what bad luck!"

Krillin looked at Chi-Chi and praised her: "Well done, the opponent couldn't keep his footing and fell right off!"

Son Goku looked at Chi-Chi with a grave expression and said: "It's not that simple. We've undergone training, and our strength is not what it used to be. That strongman still hasn't gotten up; I hope he's alright!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the strongman stood up.

Son Goku breathed a sigh of relief.

"Krillin, Chi-Chi, in the upcoming preliminary rounds, you must control your strength. If the opponent isn't very strong, make sure not to use your full power."

Krillin: "Oh, oh, I got it!"

Chi-Chi looked at her hands in disbelief: "So I've become this strong!"

Just then, two bald men, one fat and one thin, walked up to the three of them.

They both looked at Krillin.

"Oh my, isn't this Krillin?"

"It really is you, Krillin. You're here to participate in the World Martial Arts Tournament too!"

The tall, thin bald man rubbed Krillin's bald head and smirked: "Heh heh, long time no see, Krillin. How have you been doing since you left the Shaolin Temple?"

Krillin looked up at the two bald men.

A look of deep terror appeared on his face, as if he were recalling some very unpleasant memories.

"Se, Senior brothers..."

Chi-Chi looked at Krillin and asked: "Krillin, are they the senior brothers you were with at the Shaolin Temple?"

Krillin didn't dare look at Chi-Chi, instead nodding timidly.

Chi-Chi frowned: "Krillin, why are you afraid of them?"

The two bald men looked at Chi-Chi and Goku, then back at Krillin.

The tall senior brother said: "Haha, I knew it, you're only fit to play around with little kids!"

The fat senior brother also said: "Exactly, stop joking around. How could someone like you even participate in the martial arts tournament? Didn't I warn you that you wouldn't amount to anything? Hey, Krillin, what's your number in the third division?"

Krillin whispered: "Number 93."

The tall senior brother said excitedly: "Haha, great, you're my opponent. I'm so happy!"

With that, the two senior brothers turned and left, leaving behind a parting remark: "Hahaha, Krillin, please go easy on me later, hahahaha!"

Cold sweat broke out on Krillin's forehead.

"When I was at the Shaolin Temple, I was always bullied by them. I'm done for..."

Chi-Chi immediately encouraged him: "Krillin, don't be afraid of them. Go and give them a good thrashing later!"

Krillin looked at Chi-Chi, seeing only encouragement in her eyes, completely sincere.

Krillin was deeply moved and replied: "Chi-Chi, thank you."

Goku patted Krillin on the shoulder and said: "Krillin, don't be afraid. We are the disciples of the world's greatest master, the God of Martial Arts, Master Roshi. When you face that senior brother of yours, just give him a good thrashing for looking down on you."

Chi-Chi nodded as well. "Exactly. You have to remember, our teacher is Master Roshi. Don't bring shame to the Turtle School!"

Krillin looked at Goku and Chi-Chi earnestly.

Then, he clenched his fists tightly.

"Thank you both for the encouragement. I'll do my best."

Just then, the referee announced, "Next up, contestants 93 and 94 from the third division, please step onto the stage!"

Krillin's mouth twitched. "You've got to be kidding me. I haven't even finished psyching myself up yet, and it's already my turn!"

Chi-Chi and Goku both cast supportive gazes toward Krillin.

Feeling empowered, Krillin nodded deeply.

"I'll give it my all!"

Soon, Krillin stepped onto the ring.

Krillin's tall, thin senior brother from the Shaolin Temple also climbed onto the stage.

"It's been a year. Time to put little Krillin in his place again; my hands are itching for it!"

The chubby senior brother standing to the side crossed his arms and said with a proud expression, "Already? Heh heh, this is the top expert of our Shaolin Temple! Krillin is going to be bedridden for a couple of weeks after this."

The thin senior brother assumed his starting stance, while Krillin, nervous, stood blankly on the opposite side.

Seeing both men on stage, the referee immediately announced the start of the match.

The thin senior brother's lips curled upward, and after a loud shout, he lunged forward with a punch aimed at Krillin.

The swift, fierce punch came flying in, but in Krillin's eyes, it seemed to slow down a thousand times over.

The foundation built from eight months of grueling training under Master Roshi was no joke.

Krillin shifted his body slightly, performing a simple movement—much like the small adjustments he made while delivering milk to ensure the bottles wouldn't spill.

He dodged the punch with ease.

As he looked at his former senior brother, the man seemed still caught in the moment of throwing his punch, unable to react.

In that very instant, Krillin saw countless openings on his former fellow disciple.

Suddenly, Krillin felt a surge of intuition. He seized the opportunity, stomped hard on the ground, and delivered a fierce kick to his senior brother's midsection.

"Wham!" A loud sound echoed.

Before his senior brother could even react, he was sent flying, completely stunned.

His body slammed directly into the wall of the martial arts hall.

"Crack!"

His senior brother left a deep indentation in the wall.

Countless fine cracks spread out from around the dent.

Seeing this, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence; you could hear a pin drop.

Even the sound of breathing ceased.

Everyone stared at him, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

That kick was simply too powerful.

"Thud!"

Krillin's tall, thin senior brother fell from the wall, and only then did the crowd draw a collective breath.

"That was amazing!"

"That kick was so cool!"

Krillin looked at his own hands in disbelief, as if he still couldn't believe he had become this strong.

The senior brother who used to bully him every day was now no match for him in a single exchange.

Seeing this, Chi-Chi and Goku both broke into silly grins.

At that moment, the referee announced, "Contestant 93 wins!"

Krillin said in pleasant surprise, "Master Roshi trained us to be so strong; I never even imagined it!"

Chi-Chi nodded in agreement, "That's right, let's all do our best! I believe the three of us can definitely achieve a great ranking!"

"Yeah!"

Soon, it was Son Goku's turn to compete.

"Will contestant number 70 and contestant number 75 please come to the stage!"

After stepping onto the ring, Son Goku looked at the man with the afro opposite him, feeling a bit dazed.

Why does this guy look so familiar?

The man with the afro curled his lips high and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, kid, you've really hit a snag meeting me!"

Son Goku asked, "Oh, is that so? Who are you?"

The man put his hands on his hips and burst into laughter.

"Me? I am the fighting champion of East City, Satan!"

Looking at the stance of the young boxer opposite him, Son Goku was stunned, "You're Satan?"

"What, have you heard of my great name and gotten scared?"

Seeing that both had stepped onto the stage, the referee pressed the stopwatch and shouted, "The match begins!"

Son Goku shook his head, "Comedic contestants are prohibited from participating!"

Satan was taken aback, "What did you say?"