Causing a Scene at the Martial Arts Tournament While Holding a Beauty!

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Today, the West City Stadium was packed with a sea of people as the World Martial Arts Tournament officially kicked off.

On the street, Android 18 was arm-in-arm with Qin Feng.

Having spent the last ten days eating, drinking, and playing together, she had long since cast her reserve to the winds.

Today, she had changed into a revealing outfit, wearing nothing but a tight, white, hip-hugging mini dress.

The fabric was pitifully sparse, barely containing the two plump, snow-white mounds of flesh.

The hem of the dress was so short it reached the base of her thighs, with the edges of her black lace panties peeking out—an incredibly provocative sight.

She deliberately pressed her heavy breasts against Qin Feng's arm, rubbing them back and forth. "Do you really have to fight in this lousy tournament?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

Qin Feng felt the astonishing softness against his arm and took the opportunity to give her full, peach-like buttocks a squeeze. "I heard there's a hundred-million-zeni prize for first place. I can't keep dragging you out to dine and dash, getting chased for blocks by restaurant owners every single day, can I?"

Though he said this, the only thing on Qin Feng's mind was the Time-Skip.

Money was nothing.

"A hundred million? That much!"

Android 18's eyes lit up instantly, her watery gaze fixed directly on Qin Feng. "I'm signing up too! With that kind of fortune, I can buy as many clothes as I want!"

She had grown bored of the amusement parks over the last few days; letting off some steam in the ring didn't sound half bad.

"Let's go."

Qin Feng wrapped an arm around Android 18's slender, willow-like waist and shot straight into the sky.

Mid-air, Android 18 took the opportunity to straddle Qin Feng, her long, fair, shapely legs clamping tightly around his waist.

Their bodies were pressed together seamlessly, and waves of an alluring, faint fragrance drifted into Qin Feng's nose.

She even deliberately twisted her supple waist, rubbing against Qin Feng through the fabric with bold, provocative movements.

Finding the venue was simple; he just had to follow the energy signatures of Son Goku and the others.

Two minutes later.

Swish!

Qin Feng landed steadily while holding Android 18.

"Yo! You guys finally made it!"

Son Goku spotted Qin Feng immediately and waved to greet him.

Out of the hundreds of contestants present, Qin Feng was the only one he truly wanted to spar with.

Nearby, Trunks looked at the scantily clad, flushed Android 18 and muttered to himself.

This woman was a completely different person from the cold-blooded killer in his future timeline.

"Here so early? In a rush to line up for a beating?"

Qin Feng scanned the area.

Son Goku, Son Gohan, Piccolo, Trunks, and Krillin were all there.

In the corner, Vegeta stood with his arms crossed, his face twisted in a sour, sulking expression.

Catching a glimpse of Qin Feng out of the corner of his eye, he let out a furious huff and turned his head away.

"This kid's got a sharp tongue," Piccolo remarked with a curl of his lip.

"Heh, we've been training like crazy for the last ten days. It won't be that easy to beat us!" Son Goku replied with full confidence.

He then turned his head to look at Android 18, who was still clinging to Qin Feng. "You're entering too?"

Android 18 rolled her eyes at him, puffing out her proud chest. "Obviously! Even though I can't be bothered to kill you, once we get on that stage, this lady is definitely going to beat you into the dirt."

"Haha! Interesting! The more of you who join, the more fun the tournament will be!"

Son Goku laughed heartily, completely oblivious.

Qin Feng couldn't be bothered with small talk and gave Android 18's firm backside a pat. "Let's go, time to sign up."

Half an hour later, the tournament began right on schedule.

On the ring, the host, dressed in a sharp suit, held a microphone and shouted.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The World Martial Arts Tournament, exclusively sponsored by the richest man in West City, Mr. Qian Duoduo, is about to begin!"

"The number of registered contestants this year has reached a staggering three hundred and eighteen! Due to the excessive number of participants, the format has been changed to a massive battle royale!"

"Over three hundred people fighting in the ring at once—whoever is the last one standing will be the grand champion!"

The audience below roared with excitement, the sound waves shaking the heavens.

"Will all contestants please take the stage!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

No sooner had the words left his lips than a succession of figures leaped onto the arena stage.

The already spacious platform was instantly packed with people.

"There are way too many people here..."

Krillin looked at the dense crowd of burly men surrounding him, then glanced at the Super Saiyans beside him, his spirits immediately deflating. "They're all monsters; I'm definitely just here to make up the numbers."

"Don't be so discouraged, Krillin. You might just survive to the end and win! Get up there!"

Son Goku patted Krillin on the shoulder and took the lead, jumping onto the stage.

"Let's go, let's go up and have some fun."

Qin Feng ran his large hand over Android 18's long, smooth legs before the two of them leaped onto the arena together.

Over three hundred people were crammed into the space, shoulder to shoulder.

Android 18 simply went limp in Qin Feng's arms, allowing him to keep one hand around her waist while dark undercurrents surged beneath them.

"All participants in position! The match begins!" the announcer roared.

"Hah!"

A sudden, explosive shout rang out.

Immediately following it, a violent shockwave of energy sent a large group of people flying.

The ordinary martial artists on the stage were tossed off like dumplings, screaming as they tumbled out of bounds and crashed to the ground in a heap.

Son Goku covered his face and sighed helplessly. "Vegeta's temper... he's too impatient."

A fierce surge of energy erupted from Vegeta, and ninety percent of the contestants on the stage were instantly blown off the platform by the gale.

Only the true experts remained standing firm.

"That eternal runner-up finally did something useful and cleared out all the flies," Qin Feng chuckled.

The Z Fighters stood their ground without the slightest bit of pressure.

A few lucky ordinary people clung tightly to the edge of the arena, trembling with fear.

"W-what just happened? A gust of wind blew by, and all the contestants went flying!"

The announcer rubbed his eyes and shouted, "There are only thirteen people left on the stage!"

The entire arena fell silent.

Son Goku took a step forward, heading toward Qin Feng.

He had only one goal in coming today, and that was Qin Feng.

"Kakarot, get the hell out of the way! He is mine to defeat!"

Vegeta lunged forward, blocking Son Goku's path.

Having been humiliated ten days ago, he was bursting with pent-up rage.

To exact his revenge, he had undergone grueling training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, and today, he was determined to reclaim the face he had lost.

"Hey, are you being reasonable? I'm the one who invited him." Son Goku looked thoroughly annoyed.

If it weren't for the chance to have a thrilling fight with this expert, he wouldn't have bothered entering the tournament at all.

"Enough talk!"

Vegeta ignored Son Goku entirely, turning his gaze to fixate on Qin Feng, his thumb pointing arrogantly at his own face. "Kid, prepare yourself! I'm going to beat you until you're spitting out your own teeth today!"

Watching Vegeta's arrogant display, Qin Feng could only shake his head.

This guy had such baffling confidence; he couldn't even transform into a Super Saiyan 2, yet he dared to come here and bark.

"Alright, stop bickering, both of you. Just come at me together; it'll save me some time."

Qin Feng's tone was indifferent, but his fingers were far from idle, tracing lightly along the cleft of Android 18's buttocks, causing the peerless beauty in his arms to gasp repeatedly, her breath sweet and fragrant.

He had come today to win the championship and collect the rewards; he had no time to play house with two Saiyans.