Comprehension starts from the world of Dragon Ball

While Xiao Yi and Little Wukong were chatting, an old man with a gray beard and eyebrows walked up to the platform of the main venue, holding a microphone and announcing the rules of the game.

"The world's best martial arts tournament is held every five years today. You have traveled thousands of miles to come here. Thank you for your hard work." The old man began his speech.

"This conference will select eight from 130 masters from all over the country to enter the world's best martial arts club. Therefore, the competition is very fierce." The old man said slowly.

"Ah, 130 seven people." Klin couldn't help but feel even more desperate when he heard the number of people mentioned by the old man.

"Now, let me explain the rules of the game." The old man paused here for a while, and then he started to speak when he saw that all the players had forgotten to come over.

"Both sides compete on the fighting stage. Anyone who falls, faints, admits defeat or cries will be considered a loser." The old man spoke very slowly, for fear that the contestants would not understand.

"You can't kill your opponent, and you can't use weapons. There is only one minute in the preliminaries. If there is no winner, it will be decided by the referee," the old man said slowly.

"Because there are so many contestants, the preliminaries are divided into four groups. The two final winners in each group are eligible to participate in the World's No. [-] Budokai." The old man explained the rules very clearly bit by bit.

"Now we will draw lots to form groups. Please match your numbers and gather in front of the competition stage." After finishing speaking, the old man left the platform.

Xiao Yi, Little Wukong and other contestants also came to the drawing place to draw lots.

"I am No. 93, what is your number?" Klin looked at his number plate, turned to Little Wukong and Xiao Yi and said.

"Well, I'm No. 70 Xiao Yi, where are you?" Little Wukong also asked Xiao Yi.

"Haha, I am No. 15, we are not in the same group," Xiao said to Goku and Klin.

"Ah, we are in the same group. I don't want to fight you." Klin, who was not good at math, said to little Wukong in hindsight after seeing the group list.

"Although they are both in the third group, their numbers are far apart, so we won't run into each other," Little Wukong said very calmly.

"It's best not to fight Goku, but if you lose in the first round, it doesn't matter," Krillin said still very pessimistically.

"But we have already trained according to what he said." Little Wukong was very optimistic.

"Don't worry, I believe you two will enter the finals. I'm going to the first group. See you in the finals." Xiao waved to Goku and Krillin, then turned and walked towards the ring of the first group.

"We will do our best too," Little Goku and Klin said loudly.

"The preliminaries of the third group will now invite contestants No. 69 and No. 70 to play." A referee wearing glasses said expressionlessly.

"I'm the first one," Xiao Kong said while climbing towards the ring.

"Hey, that little guy is here to compete too," Player A said.

"Oh my God, that guy No. 69 took a huge advantage," Player B also echoed.

"Why is it that such a brat won't be honored even if he wins against such a little ant?" The bald man No. 69 looked at Little Wukong and couldn't help but say.

"Stop talking big words." Little Wukong was very angry that the bald man looked down on him.

"The time starts at 1 minute," the glasses referee said promptly.

At the beginning of the game, little Wukong took advantage of his size and got directly under the bald man's crotch before he could react.

"Where are you?" Due to his line of sight, it was difficult for the bald man to detect what Little Wukong had just done.

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"Here it is," Little Wukong said as he stretched out his finger and tapped the bald man's leg.

However, what no one expected was that the bald man fell directly off the stage.

"Wow!" The contestants and referees on the scene were all stunned by the bald man's unexpected fall.

"Contestant No. 70 wins." Although the spectacled referee has a poor image, he still has experience in the competition. Although he was surprised, he quickly announced the result of the game.

"How is this going"

"Humph, you idiot, you didn't stand firm and fell down."

"That's what happened, hey"

Little Wukong didn't pay attention to the words of the other players in the audience, but looked at his fingers blankly and slowly walked towards Krillin's direction.

"Oh, that's great, that guy actually fell down by himself," Krillin said excitedly as he ran to the side of little Goku.

"" Little Wukong looked at his fingers and remained silent for a long time.

"No." After a while, little Wukong recovered from the shock.

"What?" Klin also noticed the abnormality of little Wukong at this time.

"Klin, if your opponent is not very powerful, don't fight with all your strength."

"What did you say?" Klin didn't understand what little Wukong meant.

"Isn't this Klin?" came a very unfriendly voice.

"Ha, it's really you." A fat monk with muscles all over his body came over and said to Klin.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time since you left Duolin Temple in tears." Next to the fat monk, a thin monk also said to Klin.

"Senior brother" Klin couldn't help but timidly said when he saw the two people opposite him.

"What are you doing here?" the fat monk said to Klin with a sneer.

"Could you be joining the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Association?" Although the thin monk asked, his hand kept patting Klin's bald head insultingly.

"I signed up." The poor mouse looked like a cat and stood there and answered honestly.

"Are you kidding me? Have you forgotten the advice I gave you?" The thin monk had no scruples at all and kept taunting Klin.

"What number are you in the third group?" the fat monk asked.

"No. 93" Klin replied honestly.

"Haha, that's great. He happens to be my opponent. It's so interesting."

"Ah" Clin didn't expect such a result.

"Klin, please don't use too much force, haha," the thin monk said mockingly to Ke.

""Clin.

"They've gone too far." Even little Wukong, who had always been very nervous, couldn't stand it.

"I was always bullied by them when I was in Duolin Temple. Now that he's so good, I'd better give up the game." Klin almost lost any confidence.

"What are you afraid of? If you try your best, you will definitely be able to defeat him," Little Wukong encouraged Klin.

"One moment, he asked me not to do my best, and the other moment, he asked me to do my best." Krillin was confused by little Wukong's inconsistent words.

"Well, stop talking, you will definitely win."

"Now, contestant No. 93 and contestant No. 94, please come on." The referee said on the ring.