Dragon Ball Perfect World

Chapter 72

Piccolo agreed to return to Earth.

Teleport!Earth.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"Ahem! What the hell is this place!"

A lot of water!
flight--

puff!jump out of the water
"What are you doing! Piccolo!"

"I'm a star, you're a star! You ask me?"

Tang En and Bic floated into the air.

It turns out that Tang En teleported directly into the sea just now...

Sure enough, if you move too far, you still have to concentrate.
This was the first time Tang En made a mistake and fell into Piccolo's hands!

I should have known better than to act cool.

"A mistake! Hahahaha." Tang En apologized.

Piccolo had a cold face, said nothing, and was about to leave immediately.

"Where are you going?" Tang En asked.

"none of your business!"

"Bick, you can go to the tournament in a week!"

Twain had already told Piccolo about the Budokai on Namek.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill someone?"

Piccolo asked sullenly.

"Don't be afraid!" Tang En said.

"Oh? Then you think someone there will become my opponent?" Piccolo said displeased.

"Hey, you don't know my current strength, do you?"

Piccolo knew that Tang En would not participate in this tournament.

"I know, but we haven't spent the past two years in vain." Tang En spoke for everyone.

"Oh?"

"Then I want to see who can be my opponent!"

Piccolo crossed his arms and flew away from this place.

Tang En felt relieved. It was better now. Piccolo would probably never forget him again.

wow-

A wave emerged, and a huge whale jumped out of the water and swallowed Tang En into its belly.

"Wow?"

This whale is a bit dumb, but fortunately I am in a good mood today.

Teleport!

……

In the remaining seven days, countless martial artists from across the country gathered on the emerging Tolman Island.

Tolman's Island - the venue for the new World's No. [-] Budokai.

The media and reporters began to pour into this area one after another.

The results of many years of martial arts preparation are finally coming to light.

This time, the martial arts conference not only brought together all the powerful people in the world, but also truly attracted the attention of the world.

In these two aspects, it can be said to be a big leap forward.

Sun Wukong Klin and others left the temple a week before the start of the competition, all for the purpose of restoring their bodies to their best condition.

But now that each of them has mastered the Wu Kong Technique, there is no need to worry about traffic problems at all.

"Wukong will definitely be No. 1, it's really frustrating~"

Krillin curled his lips in private, convincing himself that if he met Goku, he would not lose too badly.

Several people have practiced together in the temple to some extent, and they have a good understanding of each other's strength.

"Please note! Journalists are not allowed to enter and interfere with the contestants' preliminary rounds!"

An administrator came out to maintain order.

Today is the preliminary round of the Martial Arts Association, and the venue has become surprisingly lively.

After multiple rounds of screening, a total of 1082 contestants participated in this Budo Tournament.

Sun Wukong and others have achieved good results in previous competitions, so they can directly participate in the preliminary rounds.

"The rules have changed so much! Have they become so strict in the preliminary rounds?" Klin said anxiously.

Unexpectedly, these players have already competed once before... It's not that Clin is afraid of others, it's just that he feels that the unfamiliar venue makes him uncomfortable.

"I feel the same way." Dumpling nodded.

"Contestants please show your admission tickets and verify your identity before entering!"

"Those who perform well in this competition will be invited to join the Guardian League! There will be a chance to receive guidance from the God of Martial Arts!"

"Invited reporters from the government can enter directly through the south gate and make no noise!"

"Take a right turn..."

……

Anyway, it’s just all kinds of propaganda.

"It's really nerve-wracking. Where can we get these documents?"

Sun Wukong scratched his head and said to Klin.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, confused.

Due to the regulations of the competition, Guixianren, Lan Qi and others were unable to come to the venue to watch.

Now only people like Sun Wukong, Tianjin Fan, and Rem are left who have muscles in their minds.

"Wukong, Krillin, everyone, I found it!"

Wulong ran over and said to everyone:

"That guy Tang En has prepared tickets for everyone, we can enter now."

"Really?! That's great, thank you Oolong!"

Immediately afterwards, Sun Wukong, Kling Maslow and other six people lined up to enter the arena following Oolong.

"Oolong, can you enter even if you haven't participated in the competition?" Sun Wukong asked curiously.

"What? That kid Tang En can do this kind of thing easily!"

"Wow, that's awesome!" Sun Wukong exclaimed.

Even so, everyone was not very interested.

Even Maslow, who always talked a lot, was a little uncomfortable with the various cameras facing him.

clack clack-

"Sir, may I ask how you went about your training? After passing the national selection process, you entered the martial arts competition. What do you think?"

"Excuse me."

Many reporters keep asking questions when they are caught. This kind of scene can be seen almost everywhere.
Suddenly, Maslow felt that this really seemed like an insult to his own practice.
And this feeling was especially noticeable when Maslow saw people who really used some tricks to dazzle in front of the camera.

Shouldn't the purpose of our practice be just to improve ourselves?
Fortunately, after entering the martial arts hall, the reporters outside were stopped.

Only a very small number of reporters have been approved by the government to come in, which gives Sun Wukong and others some relief.
Kameisen House

"Kamesennin! The competition is about to begin!
I saw Wukong!There is also Tianjin rice, and Klin is there too! "

Lan Qi said to the Turtle Immortal.

Kame Sennin moved the newspaper away from his head and glanced at the screen.

It was just a glance.

Then he continued to sleep soundly, muttering in his mouth:

"The champion must be Goku and the others. This kind of competition is completely meaningless."

"Really? I think Tianjin rice may also win the championship." Lan Qi said cautiously.

Lan Qi waited for a long time but did not see a response from the Turtle Immortal.

"Ok?"

Lan Qi turned around and looked
"Fairy?"

"Snoring~"

"Fall asleep"

Lan Qi saw Turtle Immortal asleep, so she gently covered him with a quilt.

Then he put his chin in his hands and stared at the screen seriously.

Indeed, for real martial artists, this kind of competition full of interests will really make them uncomfortable.

But who can tell what is right and wrong?
Perhaps this is the tragedy of martial arts. People who practice martial arts become chasing fame and fortune.

Or maybe the older generation of martial arts masters are really getting old, is it really a new era?

Tang En didn't know, and he couldn't control everyone's hearts.

Right or wrong, only the future can tell us the answer.

(End of this chapter)