This man with his own sound effects was wearing casual clothes, his body moving with the music, shouting like this was his personal concert!
For a moment, Krillin's spotlight was completely stolen, and the audience cheered for the old man instead.
The four Kais all stood up one after another in awe.
Raditz recognized him—this party-loving old man was the host of this martial arts tournament, the Grand Kai!
Legend had it that the Grand Kai lived in seclusion and hadn't appeared in public for a long time. When he showed up this time, except for the Kais, almost no one recognized him. They all thought he was some singer they'd invited.
At the end of the song, the applause and cheers reached their peak.
Then all four Kais ran over to greet the Grand Kai, and the entire venue was stunned.
Who could make all the Kais welcome them? Could it be... Everyone suddenly realized, and instant silence fell.
"The Grand Kai!" someone exclaimed in the silence.
"Hohohoho, I was just having some fun with everyone. After all, I am someone who loves music." The Grand Kai walked back to his place, put on the wide robes meant for the Grand Kai, and donned a tall cylindrical hat, sitting solemnly in the center seat.
After getting dressed up, his whole temperament was completely different. The Grand Kai quickly blended into the Kai group, looking old and dignified.
With the Grand Kai seated, the tournament would finally begin.
Bulma and the others found suitable audience seats and sat down, while Raditz led everyone to the North Galaxy's rest area. Only then did they realize their group was relatively small—the other galaxies' fighters were too numerous to count.
As Goku walked and looked around, he couldn't help expressing his excitement. "There are so many fighters! What a pleasure to be able to compete with the strongest fighters from all the major galaxies."
"Hmph, just a bunch of trash." Vegeta scanned the crowd, not paying attention to the others.
These people's power levels were too weak. Now they weren't even good enough to be punching bags for Vegeta. Even Tarble shook his head, looking down on several opponents.
Raditz's face was serious but expectant. He'd noticed something strange—many people had halos on their heads. In other words, there were people from the Otherworld! That meant there was a good chance of a strong enemy appearing—Pikkon!
Looking at the West Kai's expression, he felt his guess was spot-on. After all, the West Galaxy, whose fighters had been nearly wiped out by the Demon Realm invasion, wouldn't have had the courage to propose holding a martial arts tournament unless they'd already made arrangements.
"Raditz, what are you thinking?" Zangya approached and said, "Why are you suddenly spacing out?"
"It's nothing. I found something interesting—maybe a powerful opponent will show up."
"Is there anyone stronger than a Super Saiyan? Haha, it won't be another Broly, right?" Zangya smiled and waved her hand.
"I hope not."
Raditz also smiled and walked to the designated spot, stroking Zangya's back.
After all the fighters and spectators were seated, the Grand Kai announced the rules himself. Everyone had to draw lots to get an assigned number, then randomly determine the battle order for each number. Finally, after elimination battles, the final 48 would remain!
On the huge field, sixteen matches would be held simultaneously at a time. Anyone who went out of bounds, broke the rules, killed someone, or lost the ability to fight would be disqualified.
As soon as the Grand Kai announced the rules, staff immediately distributed numbers to all the fighters, and the announcer began determining the battle order. Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion. In less than three minutes, the battle information was finalized.
The mushroom-headed announcer stood in the center of the venue and announced the first matches—begin!
With the sound of "begin," cheers surged, the audience roared, and the crowd erupted with amazing energy.
"West Galaxy, must win! West Galaxy, must win!"
"South Galaxy, defeat them!"
"East Galaxy, don't lose!"
"North..."
There was no one cheering for the North Galaxy.
Except for Bulma's group of friends and family watching the battles, the North Galaxy audience only occupied a small area, and their cheering was drowned in the torrent of shouts.
King Kai himself hadn't expected the momentum would be so huge. He'd just had Raditz gather the fighters and forgot to call for supporters.
Now they not only had the fewest fighters but also pitifully few spectators.
"Ahahaha, North Kai, it seems your galaxy is in trouble—you can't even get a few people together." The South Kai was tall and arrogant, loved bickering with King Kai, and was thrilled to see him deflated.
The East Kai also took the opportunity to tease, "Yeah, very few fighters. Seems like there's no talent in the North Galaxy."
"We could make room for him, so he won't lose too embarrassingly. It'd be too shameful if there's no North Galaxy among the final 48."
A string of jokes made King Kai unable to restrain himself from shouting, "When the time comes, you'll see who's the best!"
"Your bragging ability is still the same as always."
"That's right, that's right. Hahahaha..."
"You guys are so noisy! Just watch quietly." The West Kai, who was usually the first to start bickering, impatiently stopped the arguing.
The East and South Kais suddenly froze. You were the first to quarrel with King Kai before—why did you suddenly change your tune? Strange.
Unlike the other two Kais, the West Kai knew very well that the North Galaxy people were definitely not pushovers. Even though he didn't want to admit it, he would've been in serious trouble if the North Galaxy hadn't helped that time!
But that didn't mean he'd admit defeat, because he still had a trump card.
Hearing the three Kais in the stands arguing endlessly, Raditz couldn't help but rub his forehead. These gods were all like they were playing house—who knew how they became gods in the first place. Whatever. Since he was from the North Galaxy anyway, might as well make some big news.
Thinking this, Raditz sent telepathic messages to planets under Jeice and Burter's jurisdiction, asking them to urgently call 5,000 people—preferably really enthusiastic ones.
When the first group stepped onto the stage, Raditz teleported to various planets and brought 5,000 people back to the venue!
In a flash, 5,000 people appeared out of thin air, and their thunderous shouts shook the world—"North Galaxy, beat them all!" That one chant drowned out every other voice, freezing the air for three seconds! It was so intense and domineering that everyone was shocked.
The North Galaxy was awesome!
The East and South Kais were immediately dumbfounded.
King Kai couldn't help but praise Raditz in his heart and swaggered gracefully in front of the other two, so proud that the Grand Kai laughed "hohohoho."
Raditz gave them a thumbs up and teleported back. Krillin and the others winked at him, saying he'd done a great job.
On the field, Vegeta, who was already in position, crossed his arms and didn't even look at his opponent, keeping his attention on Raditz instead. He caught a glimpse of Raditz coming and going and snorted coldly. "What a pointless show."
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