The World Martial Arts Tournament

After everything had settled down...

Bulma returned to West City with Yamcha and Puar, both wearing unwilling expressions. Before leaving, she stuffed the miniature capsule meant for contacting each other into Chen He's hand and gave him a complicated look. "Don't train yourself into a blockhead who only knows how to fight. Come find me in West City when you have time."

Chen He casually slipped it into his pocket, then turned to look at Goku, who was trying to crack open a coconut with his teeth.

"Let's go, Goku. To the middle of the ocean."

The two rode the Flying Nimbus across half the sea, finally finding Master Roshi on that lonely little island, lying on a beach chair and flipping through a swimsuit magazine.

"You want to become my disciple?" Master Roshi adjusted his sunglasses, his gaze circling Chen He as his heart skipped a beat.

This kid's energy... how had it become so much stronger than when they were at Fire Mountain?

"Cut the nonsense. This basic training may not be of much use to me, but I need a quiet place to organize my 'techniques.'" Chen He tossed the heavy weighted pack in his hand onto the ground.

Boom!

The beach was smashed into a deep crater, kicking up a wave of sand several meters high. Master Roshi's eye twitched. That weight... had to be at least two hundred kilograms, right?

Training officially began the next day.

"Listen up, Teacher Roshi's training is no joke!" The newly arrived bald-headed Krillin waved his fists, looking confidently at Chen He. "I came from Orin Temple. Brother Chen He, want to see who can finish delivering milk first?"

Chen He ignored him and silently operated the system panel.

[Ding! 500 points consumed. Redeemed: Hundredfold Gravity Vest (Beginner, adjustable from 1x to 10x)]

Chen He put on the vest and immediately set it to "3x."

In that instant, his ankles sank into the ground, and faint crackling bursts came from every bone in his body. For an ordinary Saiyan child, triple gravity would have been enough to leave them unable to move, but Chen He merely grunted, his gaze growing fiercer.

"Give me the milk. I'll run two laps."

And so, the days that followed became Goku and Krillin's nightmare.

Goku and Krillin leaped through the forest until they were exhausted as dogs, while Chen He, wearing the gravity vest, became a blur as he swept past them. The wind pressure he kicked up directly sent the two tumbling into the grass.

Master Roshi then had them plow the fields. Chen He thrust both palms forward, his energy force acting like a plow and turning over the entire field at once, while Goku and the others were still picking mud out from under their fingernails.

After finishing the morning's work and lunch, Master Roshi immediately sent everyone to a construction site to carry bricks...

Chen He held up a stone beam weighing several tons with one hand while flipping through a book with the other.

"W-What did this guy grow up eating?" Krillin sprawled on the ground, staring at Chen He's back, soaked in sweat and showing increasingly defined muscles. He had completely lost any desire to compete.

What kind of senior disciple was this? He was practically a humanoid Tyrannosaurus!

Late one night, waves crashed against the reefs.

Chen He sat cross-legged at the edge of a cliff, his eyes lightly closed.

[Ding! Daily check-in successful! Reward: Battle Power +150, Points +50!]

[Because the host has persisted in high-intensity weighted training, passive reward triggered: "Saiyan's Tenacity"]

As the system notification rang out, a new panel appeared before Chen He: "Mental Power."

Chen He exhaled a stream of white breath and slowly opened his eyes.

Host: Chen He

Battle Power: 820

Mental Power: 8

Skills: Kamehameha, Afterimage Fist

Over eight hundred battle power.

On Earth, aside from King Piccolo, who had yet to appear, and Kami, he could practically go wherever he pleased. But he knew that against Raditz and Vegeta in the future, this level was still a joke on a scouter.

"Still too slow." Chen He frowned slightly.

In the shadows nearby, Master Roshi stood with his hands behind his back, watching Chen He with a grave expression.

"There's already nothing left for me to teach this child." Master Roshi sighed. He had originally wanted to show his disciples the "abyss of martial arts," but Chen He had gone and filled the abyss right in.

Eight months passed in the blink of an eye.

During that time, Goku's battle power also soared, reaching around 110, while Krillin barely touched the threshold of 60.

On the day they set off for the World Martial Arts Tournament, Bulma descended from the sky in her private plane. She had originally wanted to show off, but the moment she saw Chen He, she froze.

He had grown taller. His once slightly youthful face had become sharply defined, and his eyes carried an oppressive force that made people afraid to meet his gaze.

"Hey, Chen He, did you get plastic surgery during those eight months?" Bulma's face flushed slightly, then she grew somewhat excited. "Are you confident you can win this tournament?"

Chen He jumped onto the plane, rested against the cabin wall with his hands behind his head, and curled his lips into a faint smile.

"The championship? Something like that..."

He looked toward the bustling Kapok City in the distance, where the World Martial Arts Tournament was being held.

"I just want to see whether that old man's disguised 'Jackie Chun' can withstand one punch from me."

World Martial Arts Tournament, arena.

Compared to the desolate Mount Paozu, this place was practically another world. Colorful flags fluttered everywhere, the crowd roared with excitement, and the air was filled with the scent of grilled meat mixed with the restless sweat of martial artists.

"So many people!" Goku darted around like a curious child, the newly grown portion of his tail swaying behind him.

"Stop looking around, Goku. Go register already!" Krillin nervously straightened his monk's robe, then turned to Chen He. "Big Brother Chen He, aren't you nervous?"

Chen He leaned against a pillar beside the registration desk, both hands tucked into the pockets of his martial arts uniform. His gaze was as calm as if he were watching a group of kindergarten children on a field trip. He had restrained his ki to the utmost degree; to outsiders, he looked like nothing more than a handsome, aloof young man.

"Nerves are for the weak." Chen He replied blandly and casually signed his name.

The preliminaries were held inside the main hall. To narrow the field down to the final eight, several hundred martial artists were divided into different sections.

"Group One: Chen He versus... Big Gold Tooth!"

A two-meter-tall brute covered in bulging flesh stepped onto the stage. He grinned viciously as he cracked his fingers, his knuckles popping. "Kid, you've got such delicate skin. Don't go crying for your mommy when I beat you—"

Before he could finish—

Chen He did not even raise his eyelids. He merely took a step forward.

Boom!

An invisible shockwave instantly erupted from Chen He's body. The floor did not budge, yet the near-tangible killing intent and oppressive force of his ki struck Big Gold Tooth squarely in the chest.

Thud!

The two-meter-tall brute had not even seen Chen He make a move before his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground, twitching. A large wet patch instantly spread across his crotch.

"W-Winner... Chen He!" the referee shouted as he wiped away cold sweat. From beginning to end, Chen He had not even taken his hands out of his pockets.

Nearby, Master Roshi, disguised as "Jackie Chun," happened to pass by. Seeing this, his pupils contracted sharply behind his sunglasses.

"This kid... has already reached such an effortless level of control over ki?"

The final round of the preliminaries would determine the eight finalists.

Chen He stood on the arena stage, facing the high-spirited Yamcha. After half a year of grueling training, Yamcha believed he had improved by leaps and bounds and was no longer the desert bandit he once was.

"Chen He, even if you're the bodyguard Bulma hired, I won't go easy on you in this arena!" Yamcha assumed the opening stance of the Wolf Fang Fist, his gaze sharp. "Take this! Wolf Fang—"

"Too slow."

Chen He's voice appeared eerily behind Yamcha's ear.

Yamcha's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints. In his vision, the "Chen He" in front of him was still slowly fading away—it was actually an afterimage!

When did he?!

Yamcha spun around and launched a sweeping kick, but it struck nothing but air once more.

Like a ghost, Chen He flickered in and out around Yamcha. Every appearance came with a heavy pressure. He was in no hurry to end the match; instead, he was testing the limits of his current battle power.

"Enough playing."

Chen He lowered his stance, formed a blade with his fingers, and lightly tapped the back of Yamcha's neck.

Yamcha did not even have time to scream. Like a puppet with its strings cut, he toppled straight toward the edge of the arena, his head landing just beyond the boundary.

"Chen He wins! He advances to the final eight!"

Final Lineup Confirmed

As the final cheers rang out, the top eight of this World Martial Arts Tournament were officially decided:

Chen He, Son Goku, Krillin, Jackie Chun, Nam, Giran, Bacterian, Nobi.

That night, in the contestants' lounge.

[Ding! Main quest updated: Defeat 'Jackie Chun' in the finals.]

[Reward: +2000 points, unlock Level 2 shop access!]

Chen He leaned against the window, watching the dazzling lights outside.

"Level 2 access..." He clenched his fist, faint white waves of ki pulsing from his fingertips.

His battle power had now approached 900. On this version of Earth, he was the one and only god.

Early the next morning, at the main arena.

Wearing a miniskirt, Bulma wildly waved and shouted from the stands, "Chen He! Go! If you win the prize money, treat me to a big meal!"

Chen He leaped into the air and landed steadily in the center of the arena. His opponent was Giran, the pterosaur-like monster.

Giran spat out a glob of thick "Merry-Go-Round Gum," trying to restrict Chen He's movements.

"This childish stuff..."

Chen He snorted coldly and stomped his right foot.

"Break!"

A violent wave of ki swept across the arena like a hurricane. The glob of gum shattered into powder in midair. Chen He flashed forward and instantly appeared before Giran's enormous belly, slowly pushing out a palm.

"We don't have any grudge, but you're too much of an eyesore."

Bang—!

Giran's massive body was sent flying backward like a cannonball, smashing straight through the wall outside the arena and drawing a chorus of screams.

The entire venue fell silent.

The referee shakily raised his hand. "O-One move! Contestant Chen He advances to the semifinals!"

Jackie Chun, played by Master Roshi, stood backstage, gripping his cane tightly, his palm drenched in sweat. "This is bad. Against a monster like this... can this old man really keep up the act later?"