Son Goku in the audience clenched his fists, his eyes burning with angry flames. His eyes were like sharp swords piercing Piccolo, and his heart was full of indignation and unwillingness.
Piccolo's cruel behavior was intolerable to him, and he knew he had to stand up and defeat him.
Other spectators were also shocked by the cruelty of Piccolo. Their eyes were full of anger and dissatisfaction, and the entire venue was in an uproar. Some people roared angrily, some bit their nails nervously, and some even started praying for Xiao Jie.
The host quickly walked to Xiao Jie, watched him rolling on the ground in pain with his arms in his arms, and quickly called the medical staff. The medical staff arrived quickly, carried Xiao Jie on a stretcher, and rushed him to the infirmary.
Xiao Jie was lying on a stretcher, his consciousness gradually blurring. The pain in his arm was unbearable, but there was no regret in his heart. He knew that he tried his best, and although he failed, he did not give up his beliefs and pursuits.
In the audience, Master Roshi's eyes flashed under his sunglasses, staring closely at Piccolo, thinking to himself, "There is something wrong with this person."
His intuition told him that something big would happen in this competition.
In Ganazi's confused eyes, Wumu stood up and walked out of the auditorium. His actions attracted the attention of the people around him, but he didn't care. It seemed that there were more important things waiting for him to deal with.
The host on the stage tried to calm the excited audience, "Don't worry, our medical staff at World Martial Arts Tournament will treat contestant Xiao Jie. Next is the competition between contestant Son Goku and contestant Tien Shinhan. Let's wait and see."
In the lounge, Tien Shinhan looked at Son Goku solemnly, "Goku, are you sure you can defeat him?"
Son Goku knew what he was asking, and replied with firm eyes, "It's not clear yet, but I will defeat him no matter what."
Tien Shinhan nodded, then stood up and patted Son Goku on the shoulder, "Okay, then I'll leave everything to you."
There was a hint of reluctance in his tone, but it was more about his trust in Son Goku.
Tien Shinhan is a little reluctant, but King Piccolo is born again. He can't defeat him himself, so now he can only pin everything on Son Goku.
Son Goku said firmly, "I will solve all this."
Tien Shinhan walked out of the lounge and said to the host, "I abstain!"
There was an uproar in the scene, and the host looked surprised, "Since contestant Tien Shinhan has admitted defeat, let's take a ten-minute break and start the finals."
Then Tien Shinhan turned around and walked back to the lounge. Krillin and the others came up to them, with doubts on their faces, "What happened? Are you hiding something from us?"
Tien Shinhan did not speak, but looked at Son Goku, as if waiting for his explanation. Son Goku nodded, stepped forward, and explained everything in a heavy tone.
Krillin and Yamcha looked horrified after hearing this, "What! He is King Piccolo?!"
Tien Shinhan comforted, "Don't worry, Goku is here just to solve this problem."
Krillin said to Goku, "Goku, can you defeat him?"
There was a tremor in his voice, as if he was praying for a positive answer.
Son Goku nodded seriously, then showed his big teeth and smiled, "Yeah! I can win."
In the medical room, the air is filled with the smell of disinfectant, and white lights shine on every busy figure.
Wumu slowly walked into this tense space and locked his eyes on a hospital bed. There, Xiao Jie was lying with scars all over his body, and medical staff were nervously treating him.
"Who are you? Please don't disturb our treatment work!" A medical staff suddenly stopped Wumu, with obvious dissatisfaction and vigilance in his tone.
Wumu smiled faintly, and a white light flashed in his eyes.
The medical staff seemed to be controlled by some force for an instant, turned around and continued busy with his own affairs, as if the action of stopping Wumu just now had never happened.
He continued to walk towards Xiao Jie's hospital bed, and silver-white arrogance began to emit from around his body. All the medical staff were stunned in place, their eyes lost focus, as if time had stopped at this moment.
Wumu walked up to Xiao Jie and looked at his scarred body softly. He stretched out his palm and gently placed it on Xiao Jie's chest. With a flash of white light, the injuries on Xiao Jie's body began to heal quickly.
Xiao Jie's eyelids moved slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Wumu treating him, there was doubt in his eyes at first, and then there was uncontrollable surprise.
He recognized Wumu. Although Wumu's hair color had changed, he couldn't forget that familiar face.
"Brother Wumu!" Xiao Jie shouted excitedly, with unconcealable joy in his voice.
Wumu smiled slightly and retracted his palm. Xiao Jie quickly got up from the bed, surprised to see that his body had returned to its original state, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Brother Wumu, you are so amazing!" Xiao Jie said excitedly, with tears in his eyes, "Brother Wumu, I have been looking for you these years. Ever since I saw you that time, I have been interested in martial arts and wanted to learn martial arts from you. But I have never found you. I didn't expect you to save me again this time."
Wumu patted Xiao Jie on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I already know, it doesn't matter. After World Martial Arts Tournament is over, I will build a martial arts gym. Then you can follow me."
Xiao Jie nodded vigorously, tears sliding down his cheeks, but his face was full of determination and joy.
When Wumu was treating Xiao Jie, he had already read Xiao Jie's inner thoughts and experiences through his special ability. He understood that Xiao Jie had been exploring the path of martial arts alone over the years, and even almost died in the King Piccolo incident three years ago.
Wumu secretly admired Xiao Jie's determination and decided to guide him. As for how far Xiao Jie can go, it depends on his own efforts. Although Earthling has its limits, if Xiao Jie has that firm heart, Wumu won't mind helping him break through the limits.
Wumu gently patted Xiao Jie on the shoulder, smiled and said, "Come on, let's go out."
Xiao Jie nodded and followed Wumu out of the medical room. The silvery-white arrogance behind him gradually dissipated, as if a dream was gradually fading away.
All the medical staff slowly woke up from the confusion. They looked at each other with doubts in their eyes. When they turned to look at the hospital bed, they were surprised to find that Xiao Jie was gone.
When they returned to the auditorium, Ganazi saw Xiao Jie next to Wumu at a glance, and knew that Wumu was going to treat him.
Yalijia, who was next to her, also saw Xiao Jie. Her eyes instantly widened with surprise on her face.
She blurted out, "It's you?!"
Xiao Jie was also stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized that Satori. Yalijia should be Wumu's apprentice. No wonder she can fly. He was excited for a while, but soon calmed down. I can also learn this in the future.
"Okay, sit down and watch the game." Wumu gently pressed Yalijia's shoulders, signaling her to calm down.
At this time, the arena was ready, and the ten-minute wait was finally over. The final was about to begin, and the audience's emotions were gradually rising.
Son Goku and Piccolo both walked onto the ring, and there was a tense atmosphere in the air.