Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, I'm even more eccentric than Goku!

The World Martial Arts Tournament is about to begin, and the surrounding area is packed with people.

Master Roshi, with his three disciples, squeezed through the crowd to the registration area.

"Welcome! Please come this way for a tour."

Master Roshi immediately explained, "Ah, we're not here to visit, we're here to participate in the competition!"

The receptionist looked at Sun Mo, Goku, and Krillin and asked, "Is he going to participate in the competition? What about the other two kids?"

Master Roshi continued, "They're all here to participate in the competition."

Although the receptionist was surprised, she registered them all. At that time, there was no such thing as a junior group.

"Okay, please proceed to the back of the venue and prepare!"

Master Roshi looked at the three of them and instructed them, "Alright, now it's time to test your training results. Do your best and go in!"

The three nodded and then followed the instructions to enter the venue.

Only after the three figures disappeared did Master Roshi hurriedly go to the restroom to change into Jackie Chan's costume, and then squeeze back to the registration area.

"Excuse me, could you sign me up for Jackie Chan?"

……

Inside the venue, all three changed into martial arts uniforms that Lan Qi had specially made for them.

The main body is orange, with a blue belt around the waist, and the character for "turtle" is written on the chest and back.

Wearing the clothes he had dreamed of owning since childhood, Sun Mo immediately felt his fighting power surge.

It was also the first time Wukong had worn such clothes, and he felt the same way.

Wow! These clothes are so comfortable!

However, Klin felt somewhat nervous looking at the crowds coming and going.

"Are we dressed too flashy? It'll be so embarrassing if we lose..."

Sun Mo said, "Don't worry, all the sweat we've shed during our long cultivation hasn't been in vain!"

Krillin nodded: "Yes! We are Master Roshi's disciples, we absolutely cannot let him down!"

This was the first time Wukong had ever seen so many martial arts masters gathered together, and he couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "So many people are martial arts experts, how amazing!"

At that very moment, a man several times taller than Klin walked by.

A hint of mockery lingered in his eyes.

That little look in his eyes, though it said nothing, seemed to say, "A little brat like you participating in the competition? What a clown!"

Klin immediately deflated.

"With so many experts, I'm starting to lose confidence..."

Sun Mo patted Krillin on the shoulder and said, "Krillin, courage is an essential quality for a martial artist. Don't be timid, be confident!"

"I know!"

Soon, the curator arrived.

"Today is the World Martial Arts Tournament, held once every five years. Thank you to all the masters who have traveled from afar to participate."

"According to statistics, this tournament has brought together 137 top players from all over the world. We will select eight players from the preliminary rounds to compete in the finals."

"Now, please let the host explain the rules for the draw and the competition!"

"..."

After the host's introduction and a lottery, everyone received their own number.

Then, the preliminary rounds began inside the venue.

With over a hundred people only able to advance to the next round, this is a competition where thousands of troops are forced to cross a single-plank bridge.

The process was quite intense.

Soon, Wukong encountered the burly man who had just passed by, who was several times taller than him.

The burly man looked down at Wukong, this little bean sprout, and couldn't help but feel contempt for him.

"What's going on here?"

Even if you beat this little brat, there's nothing to be happy about!

Krillin couldn't help but feel a chill for Goku when he saw him encounter such a burly man in the preliminaries.

"Go, Wukong!"

Wukong showed no fear and fought seriously.

However, the difference in strength was too great, and Goku was very serious.

The two fought, and after just one clash, the burly man lost his balance and collapsed to the ground, clutching his abdomen in pain.

"It hurts, it hurts so much..."

The spectators were all stunned.

"What happened?"

"What just happened?"

"Did that big guy lose his balance and fall down?"

The referee inside the arena raised Wukong's hand and loudly announced, "Contestant number 70 has won!"

Wukong looked at his little fist in surprise, then walked off the stage thoughtfully.

Krillin sincerely congratulated him, "Congratulations, Goku! That guy actually collapsed on his own!"

Wukong shook his head.

"No, no, he didn't fall down by himself!"

Klin was completely confused.

"Wukong, what did you say?"

Sun Wukong immediately and earnestly instructed, "Krillin, if the opponent isn't too strong, don't use too much force!"

Klin scratched his head and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Sun Mo said, "Kling, haven't you figured it out yet?"

"What did you figure out?"

"That fat man may seem strong to ordinary people, but our strength far surpasses that of ordinary people."

He didn't fall down on his own; he was knocked down by a single, gentle punch from Wukong.

"He was knocked down by Goku with a single punch?"

Goku nodded and said, "Yes, Krillin, under Grandpa Kame's training, we've all become very strong!"

Klin looked at his hands in surprise, still doubtful.

"Really? Even I can be that strong?"

Just then, two monks, one fat and one thin, walked up to Krillin, both with unfriendly expressions.

"Hey, isn't this Krillin?"

Upon hearing that familiar yet terrifying voice, Klin couldn't help but shudder.

Turning around and seeing two nightmarish faces, and confirming that they were his senior brothers, his courage vanished by eight-tenths.

"Master, senior brother..."

"It really is you! I haven't seen you since you left Dorin Temple!"

The fat monk chuckled, "Speaking of which, what are you doing here?"

The tall, thin monk rudely stroked Krillin's bald head while mocking, "You're not here for the World Martial Arts Tournament, are you?"

Krillin had been bullied by them for a long time when he was at Dorin Temple, and he couldn't control his fear of them for a while.

All I could say was weakly, "Yes, I participated."

The tall, thin monk sneered, "Heh, that's hilarious. Someone like you dares to participate in this kind of competition? Are you kidding me...?"

Klin lowered his head, not daring to refute.

Sun Mo walked over and looked at the two monks with disdain.

"Hey, you two bald guys, are you here looking for attention?"

Sun Mo was much taller and had a very cold look in his eyes; he didn't seem like someone to be trifled with.

Both the fat and thin monks were intimidated by Sun Mo's imposing aura and froze instantly.

The arrogance that had been so domineering in front of his junior brother immediately diminished, and the fat monk didn't dare to talk back for a moment.

The tall, thin monk snorted, his tone fierce but his heart pounding: "Hmph, what's it to you!"

Sun Mo said, "Of course it concerns me. Klin is now my fellow disciple."

The fat monk tugged at his companion's sleeve and lowered his voice, "Never mind... this guy doesn't look like someone to mess with."

The two, who were always bullies who preyed on the weak, stopped trying to get attention from Krillin and left in a hurry.

Klin said gratefully, "Thank you, Sun Mo!"

Sun Mo looked at Krillin and instructed him, "Krillin, I just looked at the match number plate. You'll be fighting him in a bit."

Colin was immediately startled.

"What?! I'm fighting my senior brother...!"

His legs started to tremble.

Sun Mo said disdainfully, "Kelin, what are you afraid of?"

Krillin lowered his head and said weakly, "When I was at Dorin Temple, they often bullied me. I couldn't fight back..."

Sun Mo did not refute him, but instead instructed, "Kelin, let me remind you, when you fight your senior brother later, be sure not to use your strength."

Klin looked up blankly: "Huh? Without using force?"

I was so scared my legs went weak. Shouldn't you encourage me to give it my all and not be afraid?