158,888?
Th-this couldn't be right.
If they hadn't just seen Vegeta throw someone away and crush the ground underfoot, everyone would surely have started arguing again.
But now there was only stunned silence.
This...
Goku leaned toward Broly and reminded him quietly, "Hey, Broly, you went way overboard."
Broly looked utterly unconcerned.
Trunks helped the staff member who had toppled to the ground back onto his feet. The man no longer had any idea how to record the results.
Trunks said, "Ahem, Broly, take the test again."
Broly said nothing more and obediently threw another punch at the testing machine.
Thud!
"Your strength is 201. You pass."
The staff member wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and registered him with trembling hands.
Although 201 was still a hard number to accept, it seemed far more normal than 150,000.
After dealing with them for this long, he had finally figured it out.
Not a single person in this group he was testing was normal.
They couldn't be judged by ordinary standards at all.
"Take it easy, you guys. I'm going to check on Goten and the others." Son Gohan patted Trunks on the shoulder and left the strength-testing area.
The buffet area.
Capsule Corporation had stationed over a hundred excellent, top-class chefs here to ensure a steady supply of food.
All kinds of dishes were displayed in row after row, a dazzling array that looked like works of art.
The place was packed with diners.
Some were competitors taking part in the tournament, while others were spectators there to watch.
But several dozen aliens in bizarre outfits stood out in particular.
They wolfed down their food and fought over dishes like starving ghosts reborn, drawing sidelong looks from many Earthlings.
These aliens were none other than the competitors from