The Thirty-First Tournament

By afternoon, the matches were still in full swing. With the tournament having entered the top thirty-two, the competitors were clearly at a much higher level than they had been in the morning. Most of them were elites from martial arts halls and schools from various regions; few had risen through solitary training. After all, as martial arts reached greater heights, high-level competitions could no longer produce lone practitioners.

As a result, the matches also carried an added sense of rivalry between the major schools.

"If this new generation of martial artists had been placed several decades earlier, they would all have been qualified to enter the Sacred Temple and serve as Kami."

Krillin flipped through the booklet in his hands as he commented on the matches below.

Kanarita wore a graceful smile as she watched quietly. During her tenure as Kami, Earth's martial artists had begun venturing beyond the planet. As their horizons broadened, strength had become the foremost criterion in selecting Earth's Kami. Without overwhelming power, the authority surrounding the Kami would fade, and they would no longer be able to lead Earth's martial artists.

Her disciple Videl had demonstrated this well. She was diligent while also able to endure solitude. If it had been blonde Launch instead, she would probably have thrown everything aside and gone off to enjoy herself within days.

That was why Kanarita had chosen Videl rather than Launch to become Kami when she stepped down.

"By the way, which matches are Banan and the others in?"

Mu Yang watched the matches below with great interest. Though the performances of these younger martial artists seemed unimpressive and childish in the eyes of someone battle-hardened and experienced, Mu Yang watched with relish and felt no fatigue at all.

Sometimes, there was a unique pleasure in