The ten days flew by.
Today, West City Stadium was packed with people. The World Martial Arts Tournament was officially underway.
On the street, Android 18 was holding Qin Feng's arm.
They'd spent the past ten days eating, drinking, and having fun together, never apart. She'd long since tossed her reserve to the wind.
Today, she'd changed into a cool, revealing outfit. All she wore on top was a tight white minidress that hugged her curves.
There was barely any fabric, and it could hardly contain her full, snowy-white breasts.
The hem barely reached the tops of her thighs, revealing the edge of her black lace panties. She looked absolutely tantalizing.
She deliberately pressed her heavy breasts against Qin Feng's arm, rubbing against him as she asked, "You're really going to fight in this lousy tournament?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
Feeling the astonishing softness against his arm, Qin Feng casually pinched her full, peach-shaped bottom. "I heard first place gets a hundred million. We can't keep eating and drinking for free every day, then getting chased down the street by restaurant owners, can we?"
That was what he said, but all Qin Feng could think about was Time-Skip.
Money was nothing.
"A hundred million? That much!"
Android 18's eyes lit up at once. She stared straight at Qin Feng with her watery eyes. "I'm signing up too! With that kind of money, I can buy as many clothes as I want!"
She'd already had her fill of amusement parks these past few days. Letting off some steam in the ring sounded pretty good too.
"Let's go."
Qin Feng wrapped an arm around Android 18's slender waist and shot into the sky.
In midair, Android 18 straddled him, her long, pale legs clamping tightly around his waist.
Their bodies pressed together without a gap, and waves of alluring fragrance drifted into Qin Feng's nose.
She even deliberately swayed her soft waist, rubbing herself against him through the fabric. Her movements were exceptionally bold and seductive.
Finding the venue was easy. They just had to follow Son Goku and the others' energy.
Two minutes later.
Whoosh!
Qin Feng landed steadily with Android 18 in his arms.
"Hey! You finally made it!"
The moment Son Goku spotted Qin Feng, he waved in greeting.
Out of the several hundred competitors, Qin Feng was the only one he wanted to fight.
Nearby, Trunks saw Android 18's revealing clothes and flushed expression, and couldn't help wondering about her.
She was nothing like the murderous fiend from the Future Timeline.
"You got here so early. Were you in a hurry to line up and get beaten?"
Qin Feng looked around.
Son Goku, Son Gohan, Piccolo, Trunks, and Krillin were all there.
In a corner, Vegeta stood with his arms crossed, wearing a sour expression as he sulked.
When he caught sight of Qin Feng out of the corner of his eye, he let out an angry snort and turned his head away.
"That kid sure has a sharp tongue," Piccolo muttered.
"Heh heh, we've been training like crazy for the past ten days. You won't beat us that easily!" Son Goku replied confidently.
Then he turned to look at Android 18, who was clinging to Qin Feng. "You're competing too?"
Android 18 rolled her eyes at him and thrust out her proud chest. "Obviously! I may not feel like killing you, but once we're in the ring, I'll knock you flat."
"Haha! This is great! The more of you who show up, the more fun the tournament will be!"
Son Goku laughed without a care.
Qin Feng couldn't be bothered to say more. He simply patted Android 18 on her pert backside. "Come on. Let's sign up."
Half an hour later, the World Martial Arts Tournament began right on time.
In the ring, the host, dressed in a suit, held up a microphone and shouted.
"Ladies and gentlemen! The tournament, exclusively sponsored by West City's richest man, Qian Duoduo, is about to begin!"
"We have a whopping 318 contestants this year! Since that's more than the limit, the rules have been changed to a free-for-all!"
"Over three hundred fighters will battle at once. Whoever's still standing at the end will be crowned champion!"
The spectators below roared with excitement, their cheers shaking the stadium.
"Let's have all the contestants enter the ring!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The moment he finished speaking, one figure after another leaped into the ring.
The already spacious platform was instantly crowded with people.
"That's way too many people..."
Krillin looked at the packed crowd of burly men, then at the Super Saiyans around him. His spirits sank. "They're all monsters. I'm definitely just here to make up the numbers."
"Don't get discouraged, Krillin. Maybe you'll hang on until the end and win! Come on up!"
Son Goku patted Krillin's shoulder and jumped into the ring first.
"Let's go. We'll go up and have some fun."
Qin Feng ran a large hand over Android 18's long, smooth leg. Then they both leaped into the ring.
Over three hundred people crowded together, shoulder to shoulder.
Android 18 simply melted into Qin Feng's arms, letting him wrap one arm around her waist while she secretly teased him below.
"Everyone's in position. Let the tournament begin!" the host roared.
"Ha!"
A sudden shout rang out.
The next moment, a violent shockwave swept across the ring and knocked a huge number of fighters off their feet.
The ordinary martial artists on the platform went flying out of the ring like dumplings tossed from a pot. They screamed as they crashed to the ground in a clatter.
Son Goku covered his face and sighed helplessly. "Vegeta's always in such a hurry..."
Vegeta's aura surged, and the gale instantly swept ninety percent of the contestants out of the ring.
Only the true experts remained standing.
"At least the runner-up finally did something useful and cleared out all the flies," Qin Feng said with a chuckle.
The Z Fighters stood where they were without the slightest trouble.
A few lucky ordinary fighters had clung to the edge of the ring, trembling all over with fright.
"W-what just happened? A gust of wind blew through, and all the contestants went flying!"
The host rubbed his eyes and shouted, "There are only thirteen people left in the ring!"
The whole stadium fell silent.
Son Goku strode toward Qin Feng.
He had come here for one reason and one reason only: Qin Feng.
"Kakarot, get out of my way! I'm the one who's going to beat him!"
Vegeta stepped forward abruptly and blocked Son Goku.
He'd been thoroughly humiliated ten days ago, and he was still furious.
To get revenge, he'd gone back into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber to train even harder. Today, he was going to reclaim his lost pride.
"Hey, that's not fair! I invited him here," Son Goku said, looking thoroughly displeased.
If he hadn't wanted a proper fight with this strong opponent, he wouldn't have bothered entering the tournament.
"Enough talk!"
Vegeta ignored Son Goku and glared at Qin Feng, pointing arrogantly at his own face with his thumb. "You'd better get ready, brat! I'm going to beat you so badly you'll be spitting teeth!"
Looking at Vegeta's arrogant display, Qin Feng shook his head.
The guy had a baffling amount of confidence. He couldn't even turn Super Saiyan 2, yet he still dared to come here and provoke him.
"Enough, you two. Stop arguing and come at me together. It'll save me time."
Qin Feng's voice was calm, but his fingers were busy tracing lightly along the cleft of Android 18's buttocks. The peerless beauty in his arms let out one soft moan after another, her sweet, heady breath escaping her lips.
He'd come to win the championship and collect the reward. He didn't have time to play around with two Saiyans.
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