Old Turtle was furious when Bulma actually called him that. It was simply unbearable.
"Bulma, what did you say? I'm Old Turtle?"
Old Turtle no longer wanted to stay here. He had suffered far too much indignation, but he had business to handle this time, or he would not have come here.
"Master Roshi, sorry, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue." Remembering Master Roshi's temperament, Bulma immediately corrected herself.
Hearing the little girl finally change her wording, Master Roshi felt somewhat better.
Bulma also could not understand what wind had blown this old turtle here. She had only been thinking about this annoying fellow a few days ago, and now he had really come.
"It's fine. Not just anyone knows my nickname. Only a little girl like you would dare call me that. If anyone else dared, I'd make sure they learned what it means to have nowhere in heaven or earth to escape punishment."
Master Roshi's expression turned solemn as he spoke boldly, as though he had long understood everything before him and had already thought through it all.
"Master Roshi, may I ask what brings you here this time?" Bulma asked in surprise.
"Of course I'm here to gather talented people for the World Martial Arts Tournament. Isn't it about to begin soon?"
As Master Roshi spoke, he began probing around with the cane in his hand, seeming to have already prepared both his words and the thoughts in his mind.
When Uchiha Hikaru heard that the World Martial Arts Tournament was about to be held, he recalled its sheer scale. It was truly terrifying, and everything that happened in such a setting made one want to charge straight for first place.
The World Martial Arts Tournament, as its name implied, was a martial competition for