World Martial Arts Tournament Across Universes

Moonlight and starry sky!

Bulma's victory celebration lasted until evening, and even the Saiyan were too full to eat anymore.

Son Goku then approached Vados and whispered, "Miss Vados, may I ask, who is stronger, Lord Champa or Lord Beerus?"

"Oh..."

Vados chuckled softly, glancing at Champa, who was currently vying for snacks with Beerus, and said with a smile, "You shouldn't ask that question. Can't you tell just by looking at her figure?"

"Hey, Vados, I can hear you..."

Champa nearly choked to death. After swallowing the snack, he shouted loudly.

Son Wuling, carrying a glass of red wine, approached Vados and asked, "Excuse me, Miss Vados, I'm curious about this man named Ryan. Could you tell me about him?"

Vados nodded and explained, "Of course, no problem, Mr. Wuling!"

"On Earth in the Sixth Universe, a civil war broke out, and the Earth was on the verge of destruction. In the end, Mr. Ryan single-handedly ended the civil war, saved the Earth, and became the Human Emperor!"

Wow, that's amazing!

Son Goku exclaimed in surprise.

Vados continued, "Mr. Ryan, like Mr. Wuling, is gentle and refined, and is very well-liked on Earth. Oh, and by the way, he also has a Saiyan brother, just like you, Mr. Wuling! Oh, right!"

"Ha..."

Son Wuling could no longer maintain his composure. Upon hearing these words, his expression was truly remarkable! He exhausted all his imaginations, but he couldn't find anything amiss.

"Could it really just be an identical counterpart of my universe?"

Son Wuling grabbed his hair, his thoughts in turmoil. Earth in Sixth Universe hadn't been destroyed; there was a human emperor who looked almost exactly like him, and also had a Saiyan brother.

Vegeta was also taken aback when he heard this. After glancing at Son Goku and Son Wuling, he began to wonder if there was anyone in Sixth Universe who was similar to him.

"Dad..."

Suddenly, Rose's shout interrupted Son Wuling's thoughts. Son Wuling lowered his head, his palm adorned with some black hair.

"What's wrong, Rose!"

Son Wuling shook off the hair in his hand. Since Frieza's resurrection, Tien Shinhan's junior sister Yulin, has been hiding a terrifying existence that surpasses even the God of Destruction. This unknown change has caused him so much worry that he has started losing his hair.

Rose looked up, a smile on her youthful face, and said, "Dad, don't worry. Didn't you say that once we find the Super Dragon Balls that Mr. Whis mentioned, everything will become clear?"

Number 18 stood before him, saying nothing, but his actions spoke volumes.

Videl also came over and picked up the hair that Son Wuling had just dropped. She had a feeling that she couldn't quite explain.

"Master, please don't be like this. Even gods aren't omnipotent. You're losing your hair, but you still have us. We'll work together to overcome any difficulties."

"That's right, Uncle Wuling, I'll soon be able to break through all my Dantian. I won't let you Wuling me forever!"

"Mr. Wuling!"

"Son Wuling..."

"Wuling, don't worry, leave the Dragon Radar for finding the Super Dragon Balls to me!"

The repeated calls from the crowd brought a smile to Son Wuling as he raised his wine glass.

Thank you everyone...

Son Wuling downed his glass of red wine in one gulp. Yes, what was he thinking? What's done is done. Thinking too much will only add to his troubles and won't do him anything. Just like the Shenron told them, become stronger, become even stronger, strong enough to decide everything.

"Hey, Son Wuling, from what you guys are saying, it sounds like you really need the Super Dragon Balls, right?"

Champa smiled and asked Son Wuling and the others.

A glint of inspiration flashed in Son Wuling's eyes. She grabbed Son Goku's collar, who was about to speak, and gestured for him to be quiet.

Son Wuling replied, "Lord Champa, that's no longer necessary. There's more than one way to solve this problem!"

"Hahaha... I've collected six Super Dragon Balls, and I only need one more to summon... Wait, what were you just saying?"

Champa's smug face froze instantly, and he roared in disbelief.

"What?! Champa, you bastard, you actually did such a thing!"

Beerus shouted at Champa.

Champa ignored Beerus and rushed to Son Wuling's side, shouting incredulously, "What did you just say? Son Wuling, this is the Super Dragon Balls, the real thing that can grant any wish, not something like the Namek!"

"I know..."

Son Wuling turned a passive situation into an active one. Even though he was the one who needed the Super Dragon Balls the most, he remained calm and composed.

"But why is Lord Champa in such a hurry? Is there something wrong with him? By the way, since Lord Champa has only found six, we need to collect seven Super Dragon Balls to make them useful. Don't worry, with the Dragon Radar, we'll find the last Super Dragon Balls soon, and we'll keep it safe. What do you say, Lord Champa?"

"You..."

Champa was furious and about to explode.

Son Wuling patted Champa's shoulder forcefully, showing a very kind smile. Although he was smiling, it gave Champa a very dangerous feeling, making him swallow nervously.

Champa took an awkward step back, straightened his posture to bolster his confidence, and coldly shouted, "You, what are you going to do, Son Wuling? Let me tell you, I am the God of Destruction. Be careful, or I'll destroy you!"

Son Wuling grabbed Champa's hands, giving Champa goosebumps all over. He laughed, "Wow, amazing, Lord Champa! You truly deserve to be called the God of Destruction! In that case, I hope Lord Champa can find the last Super Dragon Balls before us soon. By the way, I wonder if Lord Champa knows the summoning incantation for the Dragon Balls?"

"What? A summoning spell is required?"

Champa stared wide-eyed, asking incredulously.

"Of course! The Namek Dragon Balls also require a spell. Oh dear, Lord Champa, didn't you know? I'm sorry, please forgive my ignorance. I never imagined that the legendary God of Destruction wouldn't know that summoning the Dragon Balls requires a spell."

Son Wuling's strange and unpleasant demeanor was too much for Champa to bear.

"Enough, you bastard, Son Wuling, I know what you mean, stop talking. You're just like Ryan."

Champa practically roared it out.

"Beerus, let's have an inter-universe competition. We'll each send warriors from our own universe, and we'll wager these Super Dragon Balls. If you win, we'll give you all six Super Dragon Balls we've collected. If you lose, tell me the last Dragon Balls and the summoning incantation. How about it?"

Champa turned around and spoke to Beerus.