World Martial Arts Tournament, The Cruel Li Xing

This way.

Pilaf received Li Xing's instructions and immediately began his research without a moment's delay.

Once Xiao Wu received the relevant plans, she also arranged for people to begin intensive discussions on how to execute them.

Since President Li had given the order, all they had to do was follow his pace and carry it out diligently.

The three of them maintained a very proper attitude.

Following Li Xing meant they could feast on the finest food every single day.

Ashu, however, was moved to tears, overcome with gratitude.

"My boss, you finally understand my suffering. It's not that I don't know about powerful martial artists; it's that those people are simply impossible to find. This Aurora Martial Arts Peak Tournament is truly a glimmer of light in the darkness, an oasis in the desert. With this, the Aurora Group's security department will be a piece of cake to build, easily within our grasp."

Ashu wiped his nose, sobbing as he thanked Li Xing for this ultimate suggestion.

With his prior notice, those people didn't cause any trouble and went about the execution very smoothly.

As for Li Xing, he was busy with his fulfilling training.

Perfecting the entire Aurora Martial Arts Peak Tournament was not something one or two people could decide on their own. It involved massive logistical, human, and material resource allocation issues. It was impossible to explain in just a few words.

Time slipped away quietly.

It was soon time for the World Martial Arts Tournament.

Li Xing took Ashu along to participate. It wasn't that he was unwilling to bring Xiao Wu and Pilaf, but their strength was still a cut below, and coming along would just be a formality. Plus, with the issues regarding the group and their research, bringing the two of them along wasn't ideal.

Just like that, they arrived.

"My Lord, with our strength, isn't this just a piece of cake? You'll take first, and I'll take second."

Li Xing walked silently toward the registration area.

The two had undergone a simple disguise; Li Xing looked vastly different from his original fair-skinned appearance, resembling a common laborer, while Ashu looked like a clown, complete with a voice changer. Along the way, Li Xing had repeatedly warned Ashu that he must not reveal his true identity, nor let anyone know he was a shareholder of the Aurora Group. Ashu nodded vigorously in agreement. They still had an organization lurking in the shadows; their true identities really could not be leaked.

"I understand, My Lord."

"Hmm?"

"Yes, I know."

Li Xing didn't speak, his gaze fixed on a group of people ahead.

Bang!

Ashu clutched his face, grimacing as he crouched on the ground. Li Xing was annoyed.

"Don't you have eyes?"

Ashu muttered to himself, but didn't dare vent his frustration. Li Xing had stopped suddenly; who could have anticipated that?

On the other side, Master Roshi had finished registering with Sun Wukong and the others, and happened to run into Bulma and her group, who were chatting familiarly.

"Isn't that..."

Ashu stood up at some point, speaking with curiosity.

Li Xing let out a low, sharp reprimand.

"Shut your mouth, you talk too much. From now on, don't speak in my presence unless I tell you to."

Ashu immediately covered his mouth, terror flashing in his eyes.

Li Xing ignored Ashu, gazing toward the distance as he began to calculate in his mind.

Of the eight participants in this first Martial Arts Tournament, Sun Wukong and his group occupied four spots.

The mission only required him to kill someone at the tournament and break the rules.

How to kill, and when to kill, had not been clearly specified.

If he did it wrong, everything would be for nothing.

Since that's the case, I'll wait a while longer. If I run into Yamcha, I'll kill Yamcha. If not, I'll just kill anyone.

A thoughtful look flashed in Li Xing's eyes.

To create a lasting sensation, he naturally needed to attract the attention of the main cast.

By creating trouble for them, he would force them to keep coming after him.

This way, he would have plenty of opportunities to spar and continue to grow.

As for training alongside Sun Wukong and the others, Li Xing had never considered it.

Their path was not suited for him.

Watching them walk away, laughing and talking, Li Xing finally led Ashu toward the registration desk.

"Use a codename. Leave immediately after you fail."

"Ah, that..."

"What is it?"

Ashu could only nod in agreement.

"After the tournament is over, return to your normal identity and recruit a group of people with decent strength. There's no need to recruit anyone from Master Roshi's lineage."

Ashu looked blank.

With his intelligence, he couldn't grasp what Li Xing was describing.

"Anyone who wears a uniform with the character 'Turtle' on it, or anyone associated with them, doesn't need to be recruited."

Once put that way, Ashu immediately understood, nodding with a grin.

Li Xing and his companion finished their registration and successfully completed the preliminary matches.

It went much as he had guessed.

Although Ashu was strong, his luck was a bit poor.

He encountered Sun Wukong in the qualifiers and was defeated after a grueling battle.

Hidden in a corner, Master Mutaito, disguised as Jackie Chun, narrowed his eyes until they were nothing but slits.

"How is this possible? Why is that man's combat experience so rich? It's fortunate that it was Sun Wukong who faced him; if it had been Krillin, he would have certainly lost already."

Li Xing stared unblinkingly at Jackie Chun, who was actually Master Mutaito.

Seeing his grave and serious expression, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

As expected.

This old guy's eye for talent was still incredibly sharp.

He had spotted the anomaly at once.

Ashu's strength was quite good; here, he could at least rank in the top ten.

Combined with the rich combat experience he had gained from the various martial artists they had recruited together, his strength should have easily secured him a spot in the top eight.

At the very least, Krillin, Nam, and Yamcha were unlikely to be Ashu's match.

But his luck was just that bad, running straight into the protagonist, Sun Wukong.

Yet, fighting Sun Wukong with such high-level combat experience still managed to attract Master Mutaito's attention.

"Not bad, you didn't lose face. Now, it's my turn."

Clean and efficient, the qualifiers for this Martial Arts Tournament finally concluded.

Li Xing was among the finalists, standing out as a highly anticipated seeded player.

Everyone, including Master Mutaito, viewed Li Xing as a formidable enemy.

There was no helping it.

Li Xing fought by sending his enemies flying with a single blow, leaving them all crippled.

He remained within the rules of the martial arts tournament, yet his methods were incredibly ruthless.

Everyone was clear on the fact that Li Xing was a cold-blooded and vicious man.

He also possessed an incredibly precise grasp of the rules.

Whether one could escape unscathed if they encountered him later remained an unknown.

There was no way to analyze or judge Li Xing's true strength.

Naturally, the level of attention on him was quite high.

Jackie Chun lowered his face.

This man carries killing intent, yet his own aura is extremely strange. Where on earth did he pop up from? Why have I never heard of him?

Sun Wukong, Krillin, and Yamcha gathered together.

"That guy is so cruel; he cripples everyone he strikes. I hope I don't run into him."

Krillin's gaze drifted, occasionally glancing toward Li Xing's side before immediately looking away, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Eek, how terrifying."

Yamcha, however, wore a look of confidence.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Krillin shuddered, staring at Yamcha in surprise.

"Yamcha, aren't you afraid?"

Yamcha scoffed.

"What's there to be afraid of? He's just a piece of trash. If I step in, I can beat him to a pulp in an instant."

"Really?"

Krillin stared at Yamcha in shock.

Was this person Bulma brought along really that powerful?

Yamcha wore a look of confidence.