Debut!

"Alas, this time the Kame Style disciples didn't participate either." As Mu Yang passed by the podium, he heard someone sigh.

"It can't be helped. Rumor has it that Master Mutian hasn't taken on any disciples for many years," another person said.

Mu Yang slipped past them from the side, pricking up his ears as he thought, There are still fifty years until the story begins. By now, Master Roshi should have already taken Gohan as his disciple. He probably didn't let Gohan enter the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament because he didn't see any need for it.

Gohan was Master Roshi's most outstanding disciple. His eventual achievements even surpassed Master Roshi's.

This was fifty years before the story began. Gohan, still in his prime, was undoubtedly in a golden period of rapid growth. It likely would not be long before he stood head and shoulders above the rest. Competing in the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament held little meaning for him.

"Mu Yang, the matches are about to begin. Give it everything you have, and don't underestimate any opponent," Xis reminded him. Mu Yang had only fought wild beasts in the Primeval Mountains before and had no experience fighting people. Afraid that he might struggle to adapt at first, Xis patiently cautioned him.

"Don't worry, Uncle Xis."

Mu Yang nodded solemnly, then adjusted the belt around his waist, looking ready to give his all.

On the podium, the head of the Maple Leaf Style began explaining the rules. Enthusiastic applause immediately broke out below. When the applause died down, a deafening gong rang out, and the competition officially began.

Standing below, Mu Yang continuously scanned the senior martial artists above with his Energy Detector.

105, 110, 98, 103, 118...

Every one of them was a renowned figure!

Aside from those older veterans, the younger generation was much weaker. Mu Yang did not scan them, but even the more outstanding ones probably only had Battle Power in the sixties or seventies, leaving a noticeable gap between them and him.

Before long, the matches began.

According to the drawing order, disciples from the various schools were divided into eight competition zones for elimination matches. The strongest contestant from each zone would advance into the final eight.

There was no preliminary strength test, nor any so-called revival system. The entire tournament was a hard, direct contest of strength! Other than the previous tournament's final eight, who were seeded into separate zones, everything was simple and brutal!

Mu Yang's blood boiled. This was exactly the kind of tournament he wanted!

Standing in the waiting area, he could already feel the turmoil in his heart. The feeling was even comparable to when he had taken his college entrance examinations.

On the arena platforms, the first battles in the different zones had already begun. Disciples from the various schools fought fiercely, and some unlucky contestants had already been eliminated after encountering opponents far stronger than themselves, left with nothing but helpless sighs.

The outcome drew a wave of regretful murmurs from the spectators, but luck was also part of strength. Everyone present was a respected martial artist. After briefly regretting the fate of several fairly capable contestants, their attention quickly shifted to the next match.

Mu Yang was also watching the matches on the stage. Although the martial artists' movements were swift and fierce, to his eyes they seemed like slowed footage. Not only were their every move slow, but they were also riddled with openings.

People of this level had come to the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament?

Mu Yang felt that if it were him, he could knock them off the stage with a casual swing of his fist. The gap was already obvious.

At that moment, Mu Yang concluded that he would definitely achieve good results in this tournament.

"Contestant number 241, please proceed to Arena 13!" a staff member shouted at the top of his lungs.

"It's my turn."

Mu Yang nodded lightly. A cold glint flashed through his eyes before he headed toward the designated arena. With a gentle leap, he landed lightly on the platform.

Xis called out from below, "Mu Yang, keep a level head. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"I know." Giving Xis a confident smile, Mu Yang turned to look at his opponent.

Across from him stood a young man who was not especially burly, dressed in a blue martial arts uniform. Seeing him, Mu Yang smiled. "To think I'd meet a Maple Leaf Style disciple in the first match. Heh, then let me see just how strong the disciples of a major school really are!"

Mu Yang became serious. He did not use his Energy Detector to probe his opponent, relying instead on his own senses. He was using this opportunity to train his perception of ki.

"Maple Leaf Style, Kane!" The Maple Leaf Style disciple across from him pressed his palms together and gave a polite, slight bow.

Mu Yang returned the gesture. "Tianxin Style, Mu Yang!"

The two immediately took their stances and briefly assessed each other's strength. In the end, Kane of the Maple Leaf Style was the first to attack.

Mu Yang's eyes shifted slightly, and his entire aura changed with them. His pupils tracked his opponent's movements without pause. Since this was his first official competition, Mu Yang had no intention of holding back from the very start. Just as his opponent's fists and kicks were about to reach him, Mu Yang gave a silent cry. His body blurred, and with a sway, he somehow moved behind Kane without him noticing.

The facts proved that the contestant named Kane was still far inferior to Mu Yang. As Mu Yang shifted his footwork, he had already found his opportunity.

"So fast! When did he get behind me?"

Facing Mu Yang's sudden appearance, Kane broke out in a cold sweat. Still, as a disciple of a major school, Kane clearly had solid fundamentals. He lowered his body and crossed his arms, barely managing to dodge the dangerous attack.

After exchanging several rounds, Mu Yang had roughly figured out his opponent's level.

Then it's time to pick up the pace and end this match. Mu Yang grinned, and with a thought, the speed of his hands increased by several degrees.

Kane had not expected Mu Yang's movements to become so fast. His body involuntarily slowed for an instant, and even the simple attacks put him at a disadvantage. He could only avoid the edge of the assault and dodge to the side.

Bang! Mu Yang's fist smashed heavily into the ground with a dull thud. Even the stone slabs of the martial arts platform loosened slightly, cracks spreading across them.

Seeing the strength Mu Yang had suddenly displayed, Kane was stunned as he retreated again and again. An irresistible pressure rushed straight toward him.

A blurred black shadow suddenly flashed before Kane's eyes. This time, Kane truly could not dodge. He could only clasp his fists and raise them to block.

Thud! Enormous force crashed down on him. Kane's body swayed, and he slid back seven or eight meters.

His arms had gone numb. Kane gave a bitter smile, his heart reaching a decision.

"Wait, I concede this match." As another of Mu Yang's attacks was about to arrive, Kane hurriedly called for a stop. After speaking, he walked down from the arena with a regretful expression.

"For this match, contestant number 241, Mu Yang, is the winner!"

Seeing one contestant voluntarily concede and leave the platform, the staff member immediately raised a flag and announced loudly.

Mu Yang, who remained on the platform, naturally claimed victory in the match.