If You Don't Go All Out, What's the Point of a Martial Arts Tournament?

As Li Xing spoke these words, the six people backstage all turned their gazes toward Jackie Chun in unison.

Indeed.

Could one even call themselves a martial artist if they did not know Master Roshi?

A flicker of panic flashed through Jackie Chun's eyes.

Realizing he had left a handle for Li Xing to easily grasp, he stammered, "Nonsense, I have always trained alone."

Just as Jackie Chun was about to offer more excuses, the announcer's voice drifted in from outside the door.

Li Xing cut Master Roshi off directly.

"Enough, it is time for us to head out for the match."

With that, Li Xing walked straight out the door, ignoring Jackie Chun entirely.

"This little fellow has no respect for his elders at all."

Jackie Chun shook his head, while Sun Wukong offered a solemn warning.

"Old sir, be careful. That man is very, very strong."

Jackie Chun revealed a gratified smile.

At the very least, the disciple he had raised was kind-hearted.

Being able to achieve that much was enough for Master Roshi to feel proud.

"Yes, I know. Thank you, little brother."

Watching Jackie Chun's retreating back, Krillin fell into deep thought.

"Wukong."

"Ah, Krillin?"

"Don't you think that old gentleman's back looks very familiar?"

Sun Wukong was confused at first, then broke into a smile.

"Ah, you're right. That old gentleman Jackie Chun really does look a lot like Master Roshi. Haha, haha!"

Krillin stared at the foolishly grinning Sun Wukong, completely dumbfounded.

Was that what he meant by asking if he looked familiar?

Knowing Sun Wukong's nature, Krillin sighed and decided not to say anything more.

Yamcha, however, scratched his head.

"Now that you mention it, I really do think that old gentleman Jackie Chun's back looks a lot like Master Roshi's."

"Really? Yamcha, you think so too? I thought the same, and even Wukong agrees."

Krillin exclaimed with delight.

Yamcha nodded with a grave expression.

"Yes, once you put it that way, I really do feel he is very similar to Master Roshi."

After Yamcha finished speaking, he added, "Besides, we will know soon enough. If contestant Jackie Chun is Master Roshi in disguise, he certainly won't be able to appear outside the ring later."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"For now, let's just watch the match."

Everyone was suspicious of contestant Jackie Chun's identity.

On the ring, Li Xing wore a smile.

"Contestant Jackie Chun, did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Behind the ring, your disciples are discussing whether or not you are actually Master Roshi. Tell me, how do you plan to explain that?"

Jackie Chun laughed it off.

"Explain what? I am not Master Roshi, so what is there to explain?"

Li Xing remained noncommittal.

"Is that so? If they don't know where you are, do you think they might start looking for you everywhere?"

At these words, Jackie Chun's pupils constricted.

He then offered an awkward laugh.

"Young man, your strategy to unsettle the mind is quite clever. However, a martial arts tournament is a test of true skill; there is no room for deception. Your methods are a bit dishonorable."

Li Xing let out a dry chuckle.

"I offer you a well-intentioned warning, yet you take me for a villain. Since that's the case, allow me to experience the skills of the world-renowned."

Before Li Xing had even finished his sentence, he had already appeared before Master Roshi. His fist, like a falling star, smashed toward Master Roshi's face.

Bang!

One punch. It landed squarely on Master Roshi's face. Master Roshi's eyes spun in circles as he collapsed.

"You brat, you ambushed me. I wasn't ready."

Muttering this, Master Roshi fell flat to the ground, hitting the floor with a heavy thud.

"Contestant Jackie Chun!"

"Stop it, you jerk!" Sun Wukong bared his teeth. He hadn't expected Li Xing to be as ruthless as ever. To strike an old man with such force was uncalled for.

The onlookers, Bulma, Launch, and the others were all utterly shocked.

"Whoa!"

"That was too brutal."

"But this is still a ring, isn't it? Isn't going all out a sign of respect for your opponent? Why is everyone criticizing Contestant Li Xing? Didn't he follow the rules?"

"Young man, society doesn't work like that. You're still too young to grasp the nuances. Take a piece of advice from your uncle..."

The referee was also stuttering. Fortunately, he possessed a strong sense of professional ethics. Although he felt the situation was improper, he did not show bias. He provided an impartial commentary and began the count.

After landing the blow on Jackie Chun, Li Xing leaped back and stood in place, calmly waiting for Jackie Chun to climb back up. His punch just now had only used twenty percent of his strength, roughly sixty points of combat power. If Master Roshi couldn't even withstand that, it would truly be a joke. Therefore, Li Xing remained quite composed; Jackie Chun would definitely be fine.

Sure enough, as the referee reached eight, Jackie Chun scrambled to his feet. He stretched his stiff limbs, a comical expression on his face. Li Xing's gaze remained calm; he stood as steady as a mountain, ignoring the clamor of the crowd as he stared at Jackie Chun.

"You have quite the constitution, old man. Aren't you afraid of me going all out?"

Jackie Chun stretched his muscles, feigning an outburst of anger. "You young man, you have the nerve to say that? You suddenly exploded with power to launch a sneak attack and sabotage an old comrade like me!"

Li Xing sneered. Master Roshi, that guy.

"Then get ready, I'm coming for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Xing's figure appeared like a ghost before Master Roshi.

The exact same punch.

Bang!

This time, Master Roshi caught it with ease.

"Kid, wait a second."

While Jackie Chun was still talking, Li Xing's storm-like assault had already descended.

"Wait, you—"

Li Xing launched another attack.

This time, he had no intention of holding back.

He unleashed thirty percent of his strength.

Combined with his Devouring Power, he was no weaker than Master Roshi.

Bang!

The moment they clashed, the playful look in Jackie Chun's eyes turned serious.

"This is..."

Bang!

Jackie Chun couldn't help himself; his figure stumbled backward, constantly trying to dissipate the force.

With every step he took, the immense power shattered the tiles, sending stone shards flying everywhere.

"Kid!"

Li Xing gave Jackie Chun no chance to speak, pressing forward with even greater force and speed.

Fists and kicks rained down on Jackie Chun.

Li Xing could see at a glance that Jackie Chun was under immense pressure.

This was exactly what he wanted; only by forcing out his full strength could he properly absorb it.

"Haa!"

With another strike, Jackie Chun finally erupted with his full power, directly blocking a whip-hand from Li Xing's powerful onslaught.

"Kid, hold on a minute."

Li Xing's gaze was icy.

His left hand shifted from a fist into a claw, and a brilliant light bloomed.

"How is this possible?"

Jackie Chun shrieked in disbelief.

Li Xing's eyes remained focused and silent.

A dazzling beam of light blasted toward Jackie Chun.

Jackie Chun could no longer afford to keep up his disguise.

He mobilized all of his energy.

"No way, you're playing for real!"

Even as he spoke, his hands erupted with a blinding beam of light, firing back at Li Xing.

A smile tugged at the corners of Li Xing's mouth.

That's more like it.

If you aren't going all out, what's the point of a Martial Arts Tournament?

You have to give it your all.

That's the only way a fight feels real.

Whoosh.

Li Xing was a novice after all; he didn't know how to use energy attacks at all.

This attack was nothing more than a bluff, and it was scattered in a few moments.

With a flash of movement, Li Xing faced Jackie Chun's attack head-on.

Seeing Li Xing act so recklessly, Jackie Chun was startled.

"Young man, don't do anything foolish!"