Kill a Man, Then Brush Off My Sleeves and Leave

Li Xing returned to his original spot.

The next match did not begin immediately.

The audience, the referee, and even the participating fighters were all deeply confused.

On the arena stage.

After the air pressure dropped, a blinding light erupted.

Before they could even process it, Jackie Chun had already tumbled off the stage.

Following that, Li Xing was declared the winner.

What was going on?

After the referee made the announcement, he did not immediately call for the next match.

He approached Jackie Chun cautiously.

"Um, sir, could I trouble you?

Could you tell us exactly what happened?

We're all very curious."

The referee was extremely careful.

These people were all martial artists.

Asking contestant Jackie Chun right now was like dancing on the edge of a blade.

If he wasn't careful and a contestant blew up, he might just get hammered.

Jackie Chun dusted off his backside and looked toward the backstage entrance.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River drive those before them."

"Huh?"

The referee stared at the scene, completely bewildered.

"Wukong, did you see it clearly?"

Sun Wukong shook his head with a grave expression, then nodded again.

"Huh?"

Sun Wukong's tone was serious.

"I didn't see clearly how contestant Li Xing managed to defeat contestant Jackie Chun.

I only sensed a few things."

"What do you mean?"

Sun Wukong looked serious and earnest.

"Contestant Li Xing erupted with immense energy, which transformed into a blinding light."

"Uh-huh, and then?"

Jackie Chun looked solemn.

"I had already used my ultimate technique, and contestant Li Xing had actually been hit by it.

Once caught in that move, there should have been no way for him to move."

When Jackie Chun said this, the surrounding audience was stunned.

"Huh?"

"That's impossible."

"Yeah."

"If contestant Li Xing couldn't move, then why was contestant Jackie Chun the one who lost in the end?"

"Exactly, Wukong, why?"

Sun Wukong glanced at Li Xing, his expression complex.

"Because contestant Li Xing erupted with even greater energy, breaking free from the restraints of Jackie Chun's Thunder Chain while simultaneously emitting a terrifying suction force from his entire body.

He charged straight at Jackie Chun, tanking the thunderous strikes."

"Couldn't he have dodged it?"

Krillin looked bewildered.

Sun Wukong shook his head, staring at Jackie Chun on the stage. "I don't know either."

Jackie Chun's expression was complicated.

"Because I had exhausted too much power, and that young man charged at me like a humanoid beast. I couldn't dodge it."

Jackie Chun closed his eyes, his face showing a mix of recollection, inner conflict, and a hint of terror.

"That young man's strength is immense—several times stronger than mine."

"I am certain that from here on out, no one will be his match."

After saying this, Jackie Chun dusted off his backside and left the ring with great flair.

He left the referee standing there, ruffled by the wind.

"Huh?"

"Referee, let's continue with the next match."

"Yeah!"

The crowd couldn't care less.

Having watched such an intense match, everyone was fired up.

They only hoped to see an even more intense match as soon as possible.

Backstage, Yamcha wore a look of inexplicable confidence.

"Don't worry, I'll step in."

"Uh!"

Krillin stared at Yamcha as if he were looking at an idiot.

He had trained alongside Sun Wukong, so he at least had some inkling of just how strong Sun Wukong really was.

Since Sun Wukong had been able to trade blows with Yamcha back then, one could imagine the extent of Yamcha's strength.

He was strong, but only to a limited degree.

Sun Wukong had improved tremendously over these past eight months or so.

Even so, Sun Wukong was absolutely no match for Li Xing.

You'll step in?

You're going to step in and get yourself killed?

Who do you think you are, having no idea how much you're actually worth?

Krillin was narcissistic enough himself, but he hadn't expected someone to be even more narcissistic than him.

"Wukong, are you a match for Li Xing?"

Sun Wukong shook his head in denial.

"No, I'm not Li Xing's match. The energy inside that guy is very strong. There's still a huge gap between him and me."

Sun Wukong lowered his brow, his expression serious.

He clenched his fists tightly.

"Rest assured, I will step in. Sun Wukong, your only opponent can be me."

"Mm!"

Yamcha marched off with his head held high.

Krillin watched Yamcha's retreating back, still looking at him like an idiot.

"Damn, where the hell did this moron come from?"

At this moment, Krillin had no idea who Yamcha was.

Judging by today's scene, the guy was a complete simpleton.

Krillin decided in his heart that after this, he would avoid contact with the guy in the future.

It was embarrassing.

Krillin didn't realize that after this, whether Yamcha would even be able to show his face again—without needing Shenron to grant a wish—was another matter entirely.

On the ring, Yamcha soon began trading blows with his opponent.

Amidst the increasingly excited cheers of the audience, the two fighters quickly reached the end of their bout.

Yamcha swiftly defeated his opponent and stood on the ring, basking in cheers of adoration even louder than those Li Xing had received.

Yamcha was immensely pleased with himself, spinning around to face the audience.

Backstage, Krillin and Sun Wukong watched Yamcha with cold eyes.

That guy hadn't realized the situation at all.

The battle between Li Xing and Jackie Chun had fully stirred up the audience's emotions, while the battle between Yamcha and his opponent had been more than a notch below.

It was precisely because the fight was at a level the audience could accept that they were able to enjoy the match so well.

That was the only reason Yamcha's victory could garner such unanimous applause and such thunderous cheers.

Li Xing opened his eyes slightly, a mocking smile in them.

Facing death, it didn't matter if one went a little crazy.

Sun Wukong frowned, feeling that something was wrong, yet he couldn't put his finger on what it was.

He stared at Li Xing in confusion.

"What's wrong, Wukong?"

Sun Wukong shook his head solemnly.

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"Yeah, Krillin. You have to be careful if you run into that guy."

Krillin followed Sun Wukong's gaze, stunned for a moment before he chuckled.

"How could that be, Wukong? Although I really want to defeat you, I know that's impossible.

It should be you facing him, right?"

Sun Wukong was also taken aback, then smiled.

The atmosphere at the scene eased up instantly.

Only Li Xing closed his eyes once more.

His condition hadn't fully recovered yet; he still needed some time.

After killing Yamcha, he would need to flee, so he had to reserve enough energy.

Soon, the final two matches concluded, and it was time for the semi-finals.

Li Xing's expression remained indifferent, showing no signs of anything unusual.

Yamcha sneered as he stared at Li Xing, constantly provoking him.

Sun Wukong watched, feeling a pang of anxiety.

He opened his mouth several times, but couldn't bring himself to shout a warning.

Li Xing sneered inwardly.

The system quest—wasn't this just about to be completed?

He was walking further and further down the path of a great villain.

Stealing the Four-Star Dragon Ball was just the prelude; perhaps this incident was the true starting point.

Next.

Thinking of this, Li Xing quickly arrived at the ring.

"The match begins."

A cold glint flashed in Li Xing's eyes.

The temperature of the surrounding air plummeted abruptly.

Sun Wukong finally realized what was wrong and roared toward the ring.

"Yamcha, look out!"

Unfortunately.

He had shouted too late.

Li Xing's strength was no longer just crushing Yamcha; it was like stepping on an ant or blowing away a speck of dust.

Hadn't Li Xing waited this long for exactly this moment?

He cast aside the style of a great villain.

He unleashed his power.

BOOM!

Like a high-speed train, a massive force slammed into Yamcha's body.

And it wasn't over yet.

A bright light flared up.

BANG!

Yamcha turned into a mist of blood, leaving not even a bone behind.

Even if Shenron were here, there would be nothing he could do.

A cold sneer played on Li Xing's lips as his figure soared into the air, sweeping past the spectators and flying off into the distance.