The Fighter's Choice

"All right, since we've reached an agreement, I'll help you undo these now..."

Before Cassani could finish, he saw Son Gohan give a soft shout, and the magnetic restraints on his wrists and ankles were easily torn off.

One had to know those were technological products that even a duke could not break free from so easily. He had never expected...

Son Gohan did not think much of it. If this thing had been on Earth, it really would have been a bit troublesome, but to him now, it was nothing more than a child's toy.

The shock on Cassani's face immediately turned into excitement. Brimming with confidence, he said, "Excellent. I never thought you were actually hiding your strength. Looks like this title contest is in the bag."

"Now, I'll tell you the details of the title contest!"

After hearing Cassani's explanation, Son Gohan had a rough understanding of this so-called contest.

Simply put, it was a system created by the high-ranking nobles of the Musli Empire to preserve their own rule and keep themselves from growing corrupt.

The noble titles of the Musli Empire were actually different from those on Earth, but after translation they were the same: duke, marquis, count, viscount, and baron. As for knights, they were honorary nobles and were not included among the ranks or privileges of promotion.

In Son Gohan's eyes, it was nothing more than a way to seal off the commoners' path of advancement as much as possible.

Starting from the baron title contest at the very beginning, it was held once every fifty years. Every noble could each dispatch **** fighters to battle on their behalf.

As long as they achieved one of the top rankings, they could have their own title promoted by one level. Likewise, after the competition ended, the nobles in the bottom rankings would automatically drop down one rank, with barons being the exception.

Four barons could be promoted to viscount, three viscounts to count, and so on, until from marquis to duke there was only one.

"As long as you can make me one of the three who are promoted to count, not only will I agree to the conditions you mentioned earlier, I'll also do my best to meet your demands, within the limits of what I'm capable of."

After seeing Son Gohan's performance, Cassani began offering an even higher price. He felt that this time, he truly was closer to becoming a count than he had ever been.

"As long as I can become a count, I'll either become the person in charge of the main monitoring station or return to the planet and become the person in charge of a district. Why suffer through hard days in this branch monitoring station!"

Thinking of his wonderful future, Cassani stepped forward, put an arm around Son Gohan's shoulder, and said with a smile, "How confident are you?"

Son Gohan shook his head and said, "I haven't even seen my opponents. How am I supposed to give you a hundred-percent guarantee?"

"Hahaha!"

Cassani laughed loudly. "That's right, look at me, I got too excited. Fine, I'll go hand over my work and settle things now, then prepare to take you to participate in the title contest that officially begins in seven days!"

Son Gohan suddenly asked, "Are tools allowed in the title contest?"

Cassani nodded. "Of course. As long as you can win, that's your ability."

"Then that's good."

Son Gohan revealed a meaningful smile.

After finishing the affairs at the monitoring station and getting an immigrant residence permit processed for Son Gohan, Cassani took him on a space elevator straight to Musli Planet.

Musli Planet, the southeast corner of the nobles' residential district, inside a floating manor whose exterior was magnificent and whose decorations were luxurious and exquisite.

After bringing Son Gohan into the hall, Cassani turned and asked, "This is my residence. Would you like to eat something first?"

"I need to. I really am hungry."

Sitting on a sofa made of some unknown beast hide, Son Gohan spoke while rubbing his stomach. He had not eaten for half a day, and he really was a little hungry.

Clap, clap!

Cassani clapped his hands, and very soon, a small round sphere quickly flew up before the two of them and asked, "May I ask what our honored guest would like to eat? I have gourmet recipes from multiple star systems recorded here."

"Bring me one of everything!"

"Yes, sir."

Watching Son Gohan sweep clean enough food for a full hundred people, Cassani considered himself someone who had seen many things, but he had never seen a scene like this.

But extraordinary people were bound to have extraordinary abilities!

This made his confidence in Son Gohan become even stronger!

"After you're done eating, I'll take you to meet the other two contestants," Cassani said as he walked forward and patted Son Gohan on the shoulder.

"Mm."

Son Gohan nodded and continued completely clearing away the remaining food in front of him.

After the meal, under Cassani's lead, they arrived at another corner of the manor. There, three life-forms of different builds and sizes were currently training.

All three were humanoid in appearance. One should have been three meters tall, with a huge, powerful build and four thick, muscular arms.

Another had red skin and, though small and thin, moved extremely fast. The last was a fellow covered from head to toe in bone armor of a deathly pale color, looking extremely ferocious.

Cassani and Son Gohan stepped down from the floating magnetic board, and the former said, "Mr. Gohan, these are the three fighters I originally prepared. You may decide who needs to be kicked out."

"All right."

Son Gohan agreed, then walked directly toward the three fighters ahead.

The three naturally noticed Son Gohan approaching as well. They all stopped their training, turned around, and looked at him together.

All three knew that this was the new fighter Viscount Cassani had invited, which meant one of them was going to be kicked out.

Naturally, the three of them had no good feelings toward Son Gohan, and they all looked at him with hostile eyes.

Walking up to the three figures, all taller and bigger than he was, Son Gohan said calmly, "All three of you, come at me together. Whoever gets knocked down by me last can pack his own things and get out."

"What!?"

All three of them looked shocked. Then they felt as if they had been insulted, and anger instantly welled up inside them.

Without another word, the three of them launched their attacks at Son Gohan at the same time!

Hmph.

The corner of Son Gohan's mouth lifted slightly, and he suddenly vanished from where he stood, causing the three simultaneous attacks to hit nothing but air.

While the three of them were still stunned, Son Gohan appeared behind the tallest, four-armed alien. Under the other party's astonished gaze, he knocked him unconscious with a single knife-hand strike.

Right after that, he drove his left foot straight into the chest of the short one, who had reacted the fastest and was just about to flee.

Bang!

He flew backward at a speed even faster than he had ever managed before, only stopping after he crashed into a pillar on the perimeter, then fell to the ground.

What came next was obvious. The one Son Gohan wanted to eliminate was the guy in front of him whose entire body was covered in bony armor.

Son Gohan did not make a move. He simply stared straight at him.

"You... When did you find out, Cassani?!" Finally, the bone-armored man shouted at Cassani.

"Huh?"

Cassani looked utterly baffled, while Son Gohan was inwardly surprised, though his face remained completely calm as he asked, "Talk. Who sent you?"