The preliminary hall was divided into four crude zones, where brutal elimination matches took place simultaneously.
There were no dramatic countdowns, only winners and losers.
Shouts and battle cries echoed continuously.
The dull thuds of fists striking flesh, the sharp snaps of broken bones, and the unwilling wails of the defeated intertwined into a violent symphony.
"Fourth Zone, first match! Son Goku versus King Chappa!"
The moment the announcement ended, the crowd erupted.
"King Chappa? The former world champion?"
"The first match is already this intense?"
"I heard he trained like a madman for three years to take revenge!"
On the ring, King Chappa stood in his bright yellow training uniform, muscles bulging like granite. His coarse face twisted with excitement.
"Goku," he growled, cracking his knuckles. "I've waited three whole years for this!"
"I trained under waterfalls and in thorn forests! I mastered the ultimate Eight-Arm Fist! I've analyzed every one of your movements!"
Compared to King Chappa's raging Killing Intent, Goku looked relaxed.
He did not even take a stance.
"Oh," Goku replied casually. "Then let's start. I'm in a hurry to eat."
King Chappa exploded forward.
"Eight-Arm Fist Secret Technique: Thousand-Armed Asura!"
His arms spun like high-speed windmills, leaving countless afterimages. It seemed as if he had grown multiple arms, sealing all of Goku's escape routes.
Goku moved.
Or rather, he seemed to.
He simply raised his right hand and gave a casual wave.
Whoosh.
The motion was as gentle as swatting a fly.
Yet the air itself split.
Compressed air surged forward like an invisible wall.
King Chappa's overwhelming fists vanished instantly.
"Wha—"
He slammed backward as if hit by a speeding train.
Thud.
He collapsed unconscious.
Silence fell.
The referee trembled before finally raising his hand.
"The winner… Son Goku!"
The audience exploded.
"What happened?"
"He didn't even touch him!"
Goku hopped happily.
"Yay! Krillin, how was that move?"
Behind a pillar, Piccolo narrowed his eyes.
"No burst of Qi… no technique… just raw physical force."
He clenched his fists.
"You've grown stronger, Goku. But that won't save you."
"Second Zone, contestant Krillin, please take the stage!"
Krillin's opponent was a massive sumo wrestler over two and a half meters tall, weighing at least four hundred jin.
Each step shook the platform.
"Little baldy!" the sumo roared, slapping his belly loudly. "You're unlucky to face Bulldozer Yokozuna! I'll squash you!"
Krillin stood calmly before him, hands in his pockets.
How boring.
He glanced at the balcony.
Bulma leaned over the railing, clutching the deep blue Battle Suit tightly.
"Let's finish quickly," Krillin muttered.
"Match start!"
The sumo wrestler charged like a runaway tank.
Krillin took one step forward.
The movement appeared slow, yet it closed the distance instantly.
He extended a single index finger.
No charging. No aura.
Just a plain, ordinary finger.
"Ordinary Finger."
He lightly tapped the sumo's belly button.
Pop.
A soft sound echoed.
Then the sumo's entire body vibrated violently. His fat rippled uncontrollably as the forward momentum reversed and multiplied tenfold.
"Pugh!"
He flew backward like a launched cannonball.
He soared over the ring, over the crowd, smashed through the hall's brick wall, and disappeared outside.
A perfect human-shaped hole remained in the wall.
Sunlight streamed through, illuminating Krillin's bald head.
Dead silence.
"He just… poked him?"
"That's not scientific!"
Tien Shinhan's three eyes narrowed sharply.
"I couldn't see it," he murmured. "No visible Qi. No muscle tension."
Cold sweat slid down his back.
"This Krillin is far more dangerous than I imagined."
The remaining matches lacked suspense.
Yamcha advanced smoothly, showing improvement, though he still posed dramatically afterward, drawing cheers from female fans.
Tao Pai Pai fought brutally, slicing his opponent's Achilles tendon without hesitation, ignoring the boos.
Kami, disguised as Mr. Shen, won awkwardly through clumsy-looking movements that somehow worked.
The preliminaries concluded.
The top contenders were decided:
Son Goku.
Krillin.
Tien Shinhan.
Piccolo.
Mr. Shen.
Chi-Chi.
Tao Pai Pai.
Yajirobe.
There were subtle differences from the original timeline.
Yajirobe had actually made it into the final rounds.
"Everyone advanced!" Goku said excitedly as he ran over.
"Krillin! That move just now was amazing! Did you use Qi through your finger? Teach me!"
"Something like that," Krillin replied casually while scanning the crowd.
"Goku, go play by yourself. I have something important to do."
"What is it? Eating?" Goku's eyes lit up.
"More important than that," Krillin said with a faint smile. "An adult's cultivation."
"Come back soon! It'll be your turn after one more match!"
At that moment, the announcer's voice echoed again.
"The next match: Chiaotzu versus Tao Pai Pai!"
Krillin's eyes flickered with interest.
Now things were finally becoming entertaining.
...
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