"What are you talking about? Didn't we meet Bulma last time? Vegeta and Emily were both there at that time." Sun Wukong replied.
"I said a few words, and then you left." Bulma sighed, "I thought you would go home, but you don't care about your family at all."
Sun Wukong haha A smile.
Chat for a while.
"Ruoyao, has my brother not come back yet?" Sun Wukong asked.
"Oh no, not yet." Ruoyao replied.
"Stop chatting now, registration is about to close, so sign up first and then talk about it." Bick suggested.
Everyone came forward to sign up.
"Trunks, go quickly, what are you doing there?" Emily patted Trunks on the head.
"I don't want to participate in the competition, I'm just a child." Trunks felt a big headache.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Emily scolded, "Ruoyao is younger than you, and she has already participated in the competition."
Trunks: "..."
Special Lankes wanted to cry.
Are you my biological mother?
"Mom, are you comparing us to real gods? Do you think it's appropriate?" Trunks almost roared, "No 7-year-old girl can grow that big!"
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"Stop talking nonsense, I have discussed it with your mother. If you don't participate in the competition, your pocket money will be gone." Vegeta snorted coldly.
"It's too much, let a child participate in the competition..." Trunks shook his head helplessly and had no choice but to go forward and sign up.
But the next moment, Trunks was overjoyed.
"Youth group? Is there still such a thing?" Trunks was so happy that he felt that happiness came too suddenly.
"Of course!" The staff nodded.
"Great, I thought I was going to compete with adults." Trunks breathed a sigh of relief.
"What? Is there still such a rule now?" Bulma was stunned.
"Hey, this woman should also join the youth group!" Vegeta pointed at Ruoyao and said to the staff.
Ruoyao: "..."
Trunks: "..."
Dad, you are so stupid.
The staff looked at Ruoyao and asked: "Girl, how old are you?"
"Ah... I am 7 years old." Ruoyao answered truthfully.
"Are you kidding? How can a 7-year-old look like this!" the staff shouted angrily.
Do you think I am blind?
"And you, girl, you are obviously 17 years old, why do you have to say that you are only 7 years old?" the staff member said to Ruoyao angrily.
Ruoyao sighed helplessly, curled her lips and looked at Vegeta.
Trunks was secretly enjoying himself.
"Then let this kid join the adult group and not the juvenile group." Vegeta said to the staff again and pointed at Trunks.
“No, this is a rule!” the staff member shouted seriously.
"What did you say? Do you know who you are talking to?" Vegeta was furious, reaching out and pointing at the body of the staff member.
I believe that Vegeta can kill this staff member on the spot as long as he releases a little breath.
But the staff had no idea. They lowered their heads and did not continue to argue with Vegeta. They just said lightly: "This is the rule of the organizing committee."
"Vegita, forget it." Sun Wukong persuaded from the side.
Vegita resisted the urge to beat the staff member to death.
Trunks was overjoyed.
That's great.
I finally don’t have to participate in the adult competition.
It is said that Dad and the others are very fierce!
I’d better not follow along and join in the fun.
Although I can already become a Super Saiyan, I have only just learned how to become a Super Saiyan.
Dad and Uncle Goku have been training in the Super Saiyan transformation for a long time, and they have both surpassed the Super Saiyan transformation.
I heard from my mother that when I was just born, some terrible androids appeared, and the Super Saiyan was no match for those two androids.
It seems that only those who have surpassed the Super Saiyan can defeat the androids.
So Trunks can already deduce the gap between himself and other Saiyans.
If they really participate in the competition, they can only bully Uncle Klin and Uncle Brick, nothing more.
And the competition is conducted by drawing lots.
You may not be able to draw them!
If you can’t draw them, what other miracles can there be besides seeking abuse?
Trunks really doesn’t want to participate in such a competition.
Trunks wouldn't even have wanted to come if Vegeta hadn't forced him.
But after Trunks came here, he heard that there was a competition for the youth group, and he immediately beamed with joy.
Juvenile Group!
The rules of the World’s No. 1 Martial Arts Conference are really good.
Isn’t this youth competition just for me, Trunks?
I can defeat them all easily!
Fortunately, Ruoyao does not look like 7 years old, otherwise I would not be her opponent.
Registration ends here.
Seeing that Trunks was assigned to the youth group, Krillin was secretly happy.
I have one less formidable opponent, so I can get more bonuses.
Under the guidance of the sign, the group walked towards the competition venue.
Further forward, spectators are not allowed to enter.
Bulma and the others waved goodbye to Sun Wukong and others here.
Sun Wukong and the others walked towards the qualifying venue.
"Klin, weren't you bald before? How did you grow hair?" Sun Wukong looked at Colin's head.
"I told you about shaving my head before." Klin replied.
"Everyone, please speed up, the preliminaries are about to begin." A staff member urged from the front.
These people are the last group and are still chatting there.
Don’t you know the preliminaries are about to start?
There are reporters and photographers in the front interviewing the players on site.
Seeing Sun Wukong and others, the beautiful female reporter said: "That group of people is probably the last batch of contestants. After taking pictures of them, let's go to the preliminaries venue."
"Okay." The photographer nodded.
The female reporter took a microphone and started an interview with Vegeta, who was walking at the front, and asked with a professional smile: "Where are you from?"
Begi Ta ignored her and walked away expressionlessly.
Behind Vegeta, Piccolo didn't have much expression either, with a green face, and passed by the female reporter.
Female reporter: "..."
"Who are these two people? They look so weird! They look like two cartoon faces!" The female reporter muttered.
The photographer said nothing.
Then the female reporter came forward to interview Sun Wukong again: "May I ask where you come from?"
"Are you asking me where I came here?" Sun Wukong scratched his head and asked road. "Yes." The female reporter nodded.
"I came from Lord Kaio's planet." Sun Wukong answered truthfully.
"Kaiou-sama's planet? Where is that?" The female reporter was stunned.
"This...that is a place that people will reach after they die...but I got there through a special method. It is difficult for ordinary people to go there." Sun Wukong told the truth.
"Hahaha... Although I heard every word you said, I just don't understand how to organize it." The female reporter smiled awkwardly.
"What do you mean?" Sun Wukong didn't understand what the female reporter meant.
Bick looked over there and immediately released invisible energy that acted on the camera instantly.
“Bang!”
Suddenly, the camera suddenly exploded, startling the female reporter and photographer.
"What's going on? Did the battery explode?" the female reporter exclaimed.
"Everything I took just now is ruined." The photographer was on the verge of crying.
Although Sun Wukong and others were confused, they did not ask any questions.
Subsequently, Sun Wukong and the others entered the qualifying venue together.
“There are so many people.” Ruoyao sighed.
"It is indeed very lively." Sun Wufan nodded.
"Ahhhh...it's you!" A middle-aged blond man wearing sunglasses shouted excitedly with excitement on his face after seeing Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong and Klin also recognized the middle-aged man at a glance. He was the referee of the world's best martial arts competition.
When Sun Wukong participated in the World's Best Martial Arts Tournament for the first time, this person was also the referee for the first time. It can be said that he also witnessed Sun Wukong's growth over the years.
"Today is really a memorable day. I can't believe that I can meet you again." The referee laughed happily and stepped forward to hold Sun Wukong's hand. "I really miss you. We have been We are all waiting for your appearance!”
Sun Wukong and Klin both laughed and greeted each other warmly.
"To be honest, without you participating in the World's Best Martial Arts Tournament, it has become very dull and boring, and the level of competition is getting worse and worse." The referee lowered his voice and whispered, "But when you participated in the World's Best Martial Arts Tournament , the communication equipment is not very developed, and the country’s promotion of the martial arts conference is not enough, so Mr. Satan is basically taken advantage of! If it had been a few years ago, you would have become celebrities by now.”
“ Haha, I'm not interested in celebrities or anything like that, it will only disturb my peaceful life." Sun Wukong laughed.
"I knew you would say that." The referee admired Sun Wukong more and more, and said, "I remember, you were the one who defeated the Big Devil Piccolo back then."
" This..." Sun Wukong was speechless.
Bik: "..."
Piccolo's face turned dark.
Do you think it’s appropriate to say this in front of me?
"You're not really the Big Devil Piccolo, are you? It's impossible, it's absolutely impossible!" The referee looked at Piccolo again, waved his hand and said.
Bikko resisted the urge to beat this guy to death.
At this moment, the radio suddenly rang, announcing that the preliminaries for the world's best martial arts tournament were about to begin.
"Hahaha, you will definitely qualify for the finals!" The referee waved, "We will see you in the ring later."
Sun Wukong waved goodbye to the referee.
“For the sake of fairness and justice, the conference uses a strength testing machine for the preliminaries.” A staff member announced loudly with a microphone, “The fifteen contestants with the highest strength values will advance to the finals.”
"Strength testing machine? What is that?" Klin was puzzled.
Ruoyao also stood there calmly and did not express an opinion.
"We are very honored to invite the world champion Mr. Satan to give us a demonstration. He will hit the strength testing machine with his fist and let everyone see his strength value!" The staff continued and pushed the strength testing machine up, " Then, let us invite Mr. Satan, the world champion!"
Satan, wearing a white cape and a championship belt hanging around his waist, walked out majestically, raised his right fist high, and shouted loudly: "Who in the world is this? Can you beat me?”
The players at the scene cheered for Mr. Satan.
"There are too many people here who can beat you." Klin shook his head and sighed.
Immediately afterwards, many players at the scene picked up their mobile phones and took pictures of Mr. Satan.
Piccolo's expression moved slightly, and the energy spread out and acted on the mobile phone.
Suddenly, everyone’s mobile phones were destroyed.
Mr. Satan is a little confused.
What is going on?
"Uncle Piccolo?" Sun Wuhan immediately realized something and looked at Piccolo, his eyes full of questions.
"Uncle Bick was worried that his brother's identity would be exposed, so he destroyed all their cameras." Ruoyao said with a smile.
"That's exactly what I mean." Piccolo nodded.
"Thank you, Uncle Piccolo." Sun Wufan thanked him quickly and turned to ask Ruoyao, "I wonder if classmate Bidili came to participate in the competition?"
"Yes. Ruoyao said.
"Well..." Sun Wuhan hesitated.
"Brother, if you want to go find her, go quickly." Ruoyao said with a smile.
“Let’s go together?” Sun Wufan suggested.
"I'm not going, brother, you can go by yourself." Ruoyao shook her head.
"Okay, I'll go find her." Sun Wuhan finally made up his mind, said to his father, and then ran to find Bidili.
Mr. Satan also clenched his fists, concentrated all his strength on his fists, and looked at the strength testing machine with all his concentration.
"Ha!"
Mr. Satan punched him hard, and his fist hit the strength testing machine.
“Beep!”
A line of numbers was displayed on the screen of the strength testing machine—137!
"The score is displayed! 137 points! It's 137 points!" the staff shouted excitedly.
"Wow wow wow!"
The contestants at the scene even let out loud screams and applause.
As expected of Mr. Satan!
"Goodbye everyone! Come on, everyone, I'm waiting for an opponent who can let me compete seriously!" Satan waved his hand, turned and left, with endless confidence on his face.
Then everyone lined up to hit the strength testing machine and record the scores.
"Humph, it's so boring!" Vegeta itched his teeth with hatred.
"Next, No. 84!"
"Oh, it's my turn." Ruoyao stepped forward.
“Look, what a beautiful girl!”
“She is so beautiful that even looking at her feels like blasphemy.”
"Such a beautiful girl is here to participate in the competition."
After seeing Ruoyao's appearance, several people were stunned. They were simply astonished.
Ruoyao stepped forward and lightly punched the strength testing machine.
“Pa!”
The strength testing machine showed a score of 208.
"What? 208! Are you kidding me?" The staff member was stunned.
"Oh my, my... Isn't it a big problem to pass the preliminaries with this score?" Ruoyao said to the staff with a smile. (End of this chapter)