After these two rounds of fighting, almost everyone had figured out the basics: exactly when to use the capsules to maximize their strength and secure the final victory.
"After two rounds of matches, are you all feeling fired up? Then next up is the third match: Son Goku versus Jiaoliyuan."
Countless burning gazes immediately turned toward the arena, because they desperately wanted to know how the two would use their capsules in this battle. Only by drawing out a capsule's greatest effect could one defeat an opponent.
Son Goku smiled at his opponent and wanted to greet him, but who would have thought that guy would completely ignore him and start fighting right away? The explosive power pouring from his body seemed limitless, unleashed in a mad torrent. The power erupting at this moment could truly be described as terrifying.
"You're Son Goku? I heard you're Master Roshi's disciple. Today, I'll see just how strong you really are."
Jiaoliyuan's voice rang out like an explosion, instantly spreading through the crowd. The sense of threat it created was all too real.
Many people began looking around with hostile eyes. 370 seemed to carry words in his gaze that could crush everything, spoken from this guy's mouth.
Master Roshi was someone they revered. Yet someone actually dared to provoke Master Roshi's disciple? He was truly tired of living.
"Trash, hurry up and go die! You make me sick just by looking at you!"
Before the fight had even begun, many people could no longer sit still. They seemed to utterly despise Jiaoliyuan, especially after hearing his voice. They wanted to tear him apart on the spot.
Seeing the crowd's furious reaction, Jiaoliyuan immediately flashed a delighted, toothy grin. He smiled even more broadly at Son Goku, as though he looked down on