Lost.
Nappa lost?!
Many people still couldn't accept this fact. Ariel kept asking the soldiers around her what was going on, but who could answer her? The level of battle between Nappa and Pikkon had gone far beyond what ordinary people could explain.
Even Krillin and the others were secretly sweating.
They finally realized this martial arts tournament wasn't their own internal competition—there really were strong opponents! The proud Saiyans became more cautious, and the atmosphere of joking around improved considerably.
Nappa, who returned to the preparation area, was dejected, completely losing the pride he'd had before. He sighed as if ashamed to face Ariel and didn't dare go to the spectator stands.
"Don't be upset—he's too strong. It's normal for you to lose to him." Raditz patted his shoulder and comforted him.
"You need to be careful too. That guy didn't use his real strength at all."
"Of course. You rest now."
Raditz knew how good Pikkon was. Even he wouldn't dare say he could win, let alone Nappa.
The North Galaxy no longer shouted and cheered after the loss, but the other galaxies let out sighs of relief. The sound of cheering and shouting was endless, along with crazy laughter and applause, all mixed together creating a sensation.
The one laughing loudest at this moment was the West Kai. He'd endured the arguing of the other three Kais for so long, and finally it was his turn to feel proud. Why were they so great when in the end it was his West Galaxy's Pikkon who was so amazing!
"Hahahahahaha, you see? Pikkon won easily. I told him to go easy on the other galaxies, but I didn't expect him to hold back so much. I don't know if that North Galaxy guy was hurt."
"Hmph." King Kai was so angry he had nothing to say. He snorted and took a deep breath.
The other two Kais had nothing to say either. None of their fighters could eliminate the North Galaxy players, letting the West Kai succeed, so they could only accept it.
Who told them to have Pikkon?
"The winner will definitely be our West Galaxy! Hahahaha!"
King Kai hummed unwillingly. "That's not necessarily true—our trump card hasn't been used yet."
"Stop bragging. I think that last guy was your strongest fighter."
"Just wait and see how powerful a Super Saiyan is."
"Ahem, enough! Enough!" The Grand Kai waved his hand, stopping their heated debate. "The tournament will continue, and the real excitement will begin after the final 48 players are determined."
With the Grand Kai's words, everyone stopped arguing and quieted down.
But everyone was unconvinced in their hearts, looking forward to the final result being on their side.
The announcer drew lots for the players, then continued into the elimination tournament stage. The strong players remained on the field after rounds of screening, while those who were weaker were eliminated.
Master Roshi really couldn't make it to the end and lost regrettably, but his performance had already earned many people's admiration.
There were also some Saiyans who competed against each other, and they were also distinguished, with several people eliminated internally. Angila and Burter tragically met Pikkon, and naturally ended up the same as Nappa. In the end, including Raditz, a total of 8 Saiyans broke into the top 48, along with Piccolo, Tien, Zangya, Jeice, Krillin, and Yamcha.
The North Galaxy delegation occupied nearly half the seats! From having the fewest people to having the most!
The announcer hadn't expected this outcome and stumbled over the names when announcing them.
"I announce that the top 48 is born! Let's applaud!" The announcer took the lead stirring up the atmosphere, leading a wave of applause, then continued, "The following is the final battle, and the entire martial arts field will become a battle region for the contestants. The elimination rules are the same as the qualifiers—two-on-two duels until the only champion is produced!"
"Yeah!" The North Galaxy's 5,000-person cheering section shouted, filling the venue with applause.
"Then, in the first match, Goku of the North Galaxy will fight against—" the announcer deliberately kept it secret, drawing many people's attention, then shouted loudly, "Vegeta of the North Galaxy!"
Goku vs Vegeta?
"What?!" All the Saiyans were shocked, staring wide-eyed at Goku and Vegeta standing in front.
"That's not a mistake? They're fighting first?" Bulma on the viewing platform was also very surprised. Although she didn't understand fighting, she knew these two were top-tier.
These two could directly enter the finals without problem, but they'd meet in the first match. Many people suddenly felt it was hard to breathe, their entire chests filled with tense anticipation.
Vegeta, on the other hand, trembled with excitement as if he'd just met the best opportunity. His only purpose for participating in this tournament was to fight Kakarot or Raditz—he didn't care about the rest.
Now he could realize his original wish directly, so naturally he couldn't be happier.
"Kakarot, it's fate."
"Yeah, I didn't expect we'd meet so early. It's good though. Only by fighting you when you're at full strength can you show your real power." Goku also clenched his fist excitedly and said to Vegeta.
The two had competed with and surpassed each other, reaching a certain understanding by now.
"Raditz, don't lose to that green guy." Vegeta turned his gaze and said coldly. "After defeating Kakarot, it's your turn!"
"We'll see about that."
Raditz was looking forward to the competition between the two—either could win.
On the other side, Pikkon was also staring at Goku and Vegeta. With his experience, he could naturally distinguish the strong and sense the huge energy in both Goku and Vegeta.
The two walked to the center of the ring, one left and one right, opening some distance between them.
Just standing like this created inexplicable pressure. Their fighting spirit surged and clashed fiercely, lowering the temperature of the entire martial arts field by more than ten degrees. Many spectators shivered and tremblingly felt the suffocating atmosphere.
"Dad is so strong." Gohan broke into a cold sweat under the pressure from both fighters. His clear pupils trembled—as a Super Saiyan himself, he understood how great the power hidden in their bodies was.
"Big brother's amazing too. That aura is incredible." Tarble couldn't help but yell.
"They've both reached the bottleneck of a certain stage. This battle might be an opportunity for a breakthrough, allowing them to go one step further and reach a higher level." Raditz looked at Gohan and Tarble, subtly showing off. "That's my current level."
If it were before, the two would have widened their eyes in surprise and said "Ohhh~" in drawn-out voices.
Now everyone was familiar with Raditz's routine, so Gohan and Tarble turned their heads away, ignored Raditz completely, and focused their eyes on the ring...
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