The immortal who travels the world

Chapter 643 How Much Force Do You Use?

Lu Yan took the registration card, smiled at the staff who looked like a monk, and turned to leave.

After the attention increased, the registration fee alone was enough to make the organizer of the No. [-] Budokai in the World earn a lot of money.

Not to mention the tickets for those spectators.

If you earn a lot, you will naturally not deal with it as hastily as before.

Competitors who have signed up will have a registration card to prove their identity.

Of course, it is said to be a card, but it is actually a piece of copy paper, which is used to enter the venue during the qualifiers.

Lu Yan casually stuffed the registration card into his pocket, ready to take a stroll in the most prosperous city on earth.

……

The other side of the capital of peace.

As the richest man in the world and the owner of a capsule company, the Bulma family's manor is big enough to run a horse.

On the lawn of Bulma's manor, Guixianren and Kelin were lying on beach chairs with a relaxed look.

Gui Xianren was wearing sunglasses, with his hands behind his head, looking at the huge parasol above his head, with a wretched smile on his lips, it seemed that he was thinking about something obscene.

Coincidentally.

Different from the original book, because Kelin has been practicing with Wukong and others in the eastern wasteland, it is boring for Guixian to stay on the small island all the time.

In the past few years, I occasionally leave the island to go to other places.

When I came to Bulma's house to rest, I happened to meet Kelin who was transporting Sharu.

The master and apprentice immediately started the salted fish mode.

"Teacher Wutian, it's so lively outside."

Kelin's movements while lying on the beach chair were exactly the same as Guixianren's, but his attention was on the hot air balloon in the sky.

Kelin was in charge of bringing the crazy Sharu to Bulma for research, and he planned to return to the island of Guixianren after finishing the work.

Unexpectedly, Guixian was also at Bulma's house, so he simply lay his body in Bulma's house with his old and unscrupulous master.

Gui Xianren pulled down his sunglasses, glanced at it, and said, "This is the opening of the No. [-] Martial Arts Association in the world."

Hearing this, Kelin had a look of nostalgia on his face.

"In the past, when the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Association was held on Papaya Island, there were not so many people."

"Why, do you want to try it?"

Guixian squinted at Kelin.

Kelin quickly waved his hand, and then added pretending to be old-fashioned: "These contestants can't even use their breath now, and it would be too bullying for me to go."

There was nothing wrong with what Kelin said.

He also knew about the last World's No. [-] Martial Arts Association, and the final winner was a fighter who didn't even have any breath.

And Klin may not be very eye-catching among Saiyans like Goku, but strictly speaking, he is really the strongest earthling.

Naturally look down on such low-level opponents.

But his current level of strength is actually quite embarrassing.

Up above are the Saiyans with hundreds of millions of fighting power, and down below are these fighters who can only use punches and kicks.

It is not easy to find an evenly matched opponent.

"Anyway, idle is idle."

Turtle Immortal jumped off the beach chair all at once, the combination of flexible movements and aged body created a strange harmony.

"I'm going to sign up for you. I heard that there are many beautiful girls who will go to watch the game...hehehehehe..."

Gui Xianren with his hips akimbo walked swaggeringly towards the outside of the manor, without giving Kelin a chance to refute.

Kelin looked at Guixianren's disappearing figure in no time, and helplessly stretched out his hand to his forehead.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he muttered.

"The number one martial arts club in the world... Speaking of which, I have never won a championship..."

……

Three days passed in a flash.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
A salute exploded in the sky. Facing such a national event like the No. [-] Budokai in the world, the atmosphere in the entire city of peace was unprecedentedly high.

Numerous residents walked towards the venue with their families.

The circus performed various shows on the street, and at the same time slowly moved towards the venue of the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Association.

"No~"

Lu Yan yawned and woke up sleepily from a bench in the park.

The main reason is that he has no money, so during these three days, he has been wandering in the streets and alleys, and when he gets tired of shopping, he just finds a bench to lie down on.

"It's started."

Lu Yan rubbed his face a few times with his hands, and when he regained consciousness, he got up and walked towards the venue.

Come to the back of the venue, this is the exclusive entrance for the contestants.

The team that came to participate has formed a long queue, and there are five or six staff members at the front of the team checking and accepting the registration card.

After confirming that it is correct, it will be released.

It is worth mentioning that since Mr. Satan won the championship.

The World's No. [-] Martial Arts Association has carried out drastic reforms.

In order to increase the degree of attention, it is natural to first strengthen the sense of participation of ordinary people.

Therefore, the confrontation attribute of the qualifiers was completely stripped, and the selection was carried out with a strength tester instead.

The top eight in the power rankings pass the qualifiers.

In the era of Monkey King, it was still divided into eight districts by lottery, and the strongest in each district could participate in the final quarterfinals.

Probably because the real martial arts world is so cruel, that's why it was so small in the beginning.

Of course, the process of partitioning was still preserved, and Lu Yan was assigned to District [-].

He sat in the players' rest hall, glanced roughly at the many contestants, then closed his eyes and waited quietly.

The perception provided by Symmetra told him that the players in this area, one counts as one, are all ordinary people.

He didn't bother to care about what ordinary people looked like.

"Boom!!!"

A staff member held a gong and hit it hard, making the originally noisy hall quiet.

Then another staff member came out to explain the selection process.

"The qualifiers have officially started, please take the test according to your serial number!"

There are about 200 contestants in a division, and Lu Yan's serial number is 925, so it will take a while before it's his turn.

Fortunately, each contestant can only test three times at most, even if the ink is stained, it won't take long.

"The final score of No. 861 is 126 pounds, please prepare for the next player..."

"152 lbs..."

"142 lbs..."

It can be seen from the test situation that these contestants are basically stronger ordinary people, and it is difficult to arouse the amazement of others.

"No. 924 starts testing, No. 925 please get ready."

After hearing the voice of the staff.

Lu Yan walked unhurriedly to the boxing tester and waited quietly.

What he was thinking about now was how much effort he should use in order to advance without blowing up the machine.

It would be a bit embarrassing if there were any strongmen in other regions and he couldn't even advance.

(End of this chapter)