The twenty groups of contestants on the field were ready, and the Grand Kai had already raised his gong and hammer, ready to strike at any moment. Vegeta stood there motionless, like a statue.
He was completely dismissive—these people weren't even worth his attention.
Standing opposite him was a muscular man wearing wicked red gloves and boots, with a thick bush of curly hair on his chest, giving off a strong and disgusting smell. That was bad enough, but the most annoying thing was that the guy loved to taunt, and he was actually provoking Vegeta with gestures.
Seeing this, Raditz was sweating for that guy. If Vegeta lost his patience, the match would end way too early.
"CLANG!" At that moment, the Grand Kai dropped his hammer.
The gong sounded, the audience cheered, and the figures on the field sprang into action!
The muscular man charged forward. "If you can't dodge my Invincible Explosive Punch, you're gonna die!" he yelled, throwing his punch with all his strength, aiming straight for Vegeta's face!
Dead center, right on target.
Vegeta didn't even bother to dodge, his arms still crossed, his face as cold and hard as an iron plate.
"Hahaha, too fast for you to dodge! In five seconds, you'll suffer an earth-shattering explosion, but I've already reduced the power by one level so I don't kill you. Thank me!"
The muscular man rambled to himself, then turned away, made a "V" sign, and muttered something about "real men never look back at explosions."
Five seconds passed...
There was no explosion, not even a whimper.
The man suddenly turned around in embarrassment, but Vegeta was nowhere to be seen. He was shocked. "Where'd he go?"
"Right here, idiot!"
Vegeta had lightly moved to the side and was already waiting for him. The moment the man was distracted by his voice, Vegeta swung his arm and landed an iron fist on his opponent's cheek, sending him flying a thousand meters away.
Not only did he fall out of the small ring, but he flew completely out of the entire martial arts arena.
Vegeta didn't even glance at the man again and walked back to the preparation area with one hand on his hip.
The announcer started to say "Wait..." when suddenly the referee signaled that the loser had just fainted, not died, and Vegeta won! The announcer swallowed his words and announced the first and fastest battle of the audience!
"North Galaxy, Vegeta wins!!!"
Immediately, the 5,000 supporters erupted into cheers that shook the heavens, drowning out the shouts of the other three galaxies.
Right after that, another announcement came.
"North Galaxy, Angila wins!"
So the 5,000 supporters roared again. The East and South Kais couldn't help complaining, "Too noisy! King Kai, control your people!"
"I'm not controlling anything—we're winning! Come on!" King Kai said, taking the lead in cheering.
The two other Kais gritted their teeth, but there was nothing they could do.
On the field, the first round of fighting ended, and the second round continued with Raditz up.
His opponent seemed to be another character who had way too much confidence in his own strength, trying to convince Raditz to surrender as soon as he stepped up. After his flashy performance, he was out of breath, which made Raditz extremely helpless.
Carefully sensing his opponent's power level, there were indeed several thousand—pretty decent for an ordinary mid-level planet. But Raditz still couldn't help throwing out three words: "Combat trash."
"What combat trash?"
"Trash with only five in power level."
"You... you're talking about me!" The opponent looked shocked, as if he hadn't expected Raditz to be so blunt.
At that moment, the Grand Kai rang the gong.
Before the sound waves had completely faded, Raditz suddenly launched forward. His speed was so fast that his opponent's eyes couldn't follow, losing track of Raditz without knowing what happened.
Then a voice came from behind: "That's you." Immediately after, Raditz chopped the man's neck with a hand blade, knocking him unconscious to the ground.
Without the slightest sloppiness, Raditz also walked directly to the rest area after the battle.
The announcer had gained experience this time and instead of confirming the result, directly announced that Raditz had advanced. Everyone in the North Galaxy was so decisive and straightforward—he was getting used to it.
"North Galaxy, Raditz wins!"
...
"North Galaxy, Goku wins!"
"North Galaxy, Krillin wins!"
...
Several groups in a row were all announced for the North Galaxy. Even though the other galaxies had many participants, plenty of people were also getting eliminated. For example, the South Galaxy was popular in fighting arenas with the largest number of participants, but more than 40 people were screened out after several rounds.
However, not a single person from the North Galaxy was eliminated!
Anyone with eyes could see their advancement process—none of them used a second move, all defeating their enemies with one strike! In matches involving the North Galaxy, they were always the first to determine a winner! The people on the sidelines chatted and laughed, as if they weren't worried about the results at all, possessing extreme confidence.
Gulp The South Kai swallowed hard, fine drops of sweat trickling down his cheeks, his face pale. He'd have to be an idiot not to see Raditz and the others' strength by now. In fact, he was too horrified to speak.
The East Kai was the same. Just moments ago, he and the South Kai had been having a great time mocking, but now they saw the shock in each other's eyes. Looking at King Kai again, he was laughing triumphantly in the spring breeze, just short of dancing to celebrate.
Even the Grand Kai laughed. "Not a single person from the North Galaxy eliminated—haha, interesting! By the way, I remember Pikkon will also appear."
As he spoke, he looked at the West Kai.
"Yes, Pikkon is still preparing and will come out when it's his turn."
"I'm looking forward to it. This Martial Arts Tournament is giving me so many surprises. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it." The Grand Kai said with a smile while sitting in his spacious seat.
While they were discussing, the 12th match ended, and the North Galaxy fighter advanced without injury.
Since the initial design arranged that everyone would avoid their own galaxy in the first round to ensure viewing excitement and anticipation, it prevented powerhouses like Raditz from eliminating each other at the start.
After twelve matches, only a few North Galaxy fighters had yet to compete.
In the 13th match, there was only one North Galaxy fighter: Master Roshi.
"Hey, Master Roshi's up! Can he do it?" Bulma shouted while pulling on Puar and Oolong.
"The old man's in real danger—look at everyone's vicious expressions!" Oolong folded his hands with a worried look. "He said he has a special technique, but I don't know if it's true..."
Even though everyone usually liked to tease the Turtle Hermit, calling him a perverted old man, when it came to critical moments, everyone was still very worried about him.
Seeing that Master Roshi was the weakest among them, Zangya said with concern, "Master Roshi, if you don't want to fight, you can forfeit."
"It's been a long time since I've stretched my muscles—this old man needs to move occasionally! On the path of martial arts exploration, we must never stop." Master Roshi waved his hand to decline Zangya's kindness, straightened his collar, and proudly walked onto the field.
His back was stylish and elegant, with the bearing of a master, drawing everyone's admiration.
Suddenly, his foot slipped, and Master Roshi fell to the ground with a "splat," crying out in pain, "Hiss—ow, ow, ow! The ground is unexpectedly uneven!"
Uh...
Raditz held his forehead and smiled wryly. Can you actually do this?
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