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

After a simple qualifying round, Wukong walked over to Sun Mo's side.

He said excitedly, "Sun Mo, I've realized we've become too strong. I advanced without even trying..."

Sun Mo nodded and said, "Yes, our strength is already far superior to others."

So I didn't even want to participate at first. You should also be careful not to go too far!

"Okay, I understand!"

Krillin urged, "Alright, let's go out and tell Master Roshi and the others this good news, shall we?"

Sun Mo shrugged and said, "Isn't our advancement a given? What kind of good news is this...?"

"The finalists are Tien Shinhan, Goku, Krillin..."

All four of you advanced! Bulma laughed, "That's great! You four didn't even face each other in the preliminaries, and you all advanced. That's impressive!"

Master Roshi nodded: "Yes, the odds are really too coincidental."

After chatting for a while, the host called out again.

"The World Martial Arts Tournament is about to begin. All finalists, please assemble at Budoji Temple!"

"It's finally starting!"

Klin said, "Shall we go in then?"

Master Roshi nodded and said, "Good luck, everyone!"

"We will!"

After saying that, the four of them hurriedly entered the Martial Temple.

Bulma looked around and said, "It's a pity we can't see the match clearly from here. It would be better if we could go further up!"

Lanqi opened the all-purpose capsule, took out a machine gun, and laughed, "Don't worry, I'll pick the best seats."

As they were talking, Lanqi's gun went off with a "bang bang bang".

Everyone looked at Lanqi in astonishment.

After drawing everyone's attention, Lanqi expertly shouted, "Hey, hey, if you don't want to die, get out of my way!"

"..."

"You scared me! I thought there was going to be a robbery..."

"Some people even brought guns to grab seats, it's terrifying..."

With Lan Qi's help, Buma and Pu'er both successfully made it to the front row.

Master Roshi was the only one who had disappeared.

However, as everyone guessed, he must have gone to a place with lots of beautiful women to squeeze in.

……

Inside the Budo Temple.

Sun Mo, Wukong, Krillin, and Yamcha were all quietly waiting for the match to begin.

Klin said hopefully, "Let's hope we don't start fighting each other right away!"

Yamcha nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, but there are four of us in total, so the chances are a bit slim!"

Just then, Tien Shinhan arrived with Gyoza to provoke them.

"Wow, isn't this the pure turtle duo? They actually made it all the way to the finals! That's really impressive!"

"Were all the opponents you faced in the qualifiers trash?"

Yamcha laughed, "Hmph, with your mediocre skills, you managed to make it into the top eight? Not bad luck!"

Tien Shinhan arrogantly declared, "You're really something else! I'll beat you to a pulp right in front of everyone!"

Yamcha chuckled, "Hehe, then you can pray that you'll meet me!"

"Don't worry, you'll meet me!" Tien Shinhan said.

Dumplings aren't good with words, but seeing Tien Shinhan arguing with Yamcha, they had no choice but to pick Krillin to pinch.

He pointed at Klin and said, "Bald guy, you look like an octopus!"

Klin immediately yelled, "I don't care if others say I'm bald, but aren't you bald too?"

Dumpling immediately took off her hat, revealing a single, unusually strong, curly strand of hair on her head.

"I'm not bald, I have hair."

Klin couldn't help but yell, "Are you an idiot? You're bragging about a single hair? What the hell?!"

As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

Dumpling said expressionlessly, "Are you jealous of me?"

Klin was speechless for a moment.

But Dumpling's actions made Tianjin Fan blush with embarrassment.

"That's enough, Dumplings. Let's not argue over such a trivial matter, let's go!"

After saying that, Tianjin Fan hurriedly pulled the dumplings away.

Watching their hurried departure, Sun Mo shook his head.

Yamcha asked, "What's wrong, Sun Mo? Why are you shaking your head?"

Sun Mo said, "Actually, they are both honest people at heart. They can't even pull off a villainous act without making it so awkward. They are simply not suitable to be villains."

Klin pursed his lips and said, "I felt it too."

Especially that brat, he doesn't even know anything yet, but he comes to provoke us. I bet their master sent them!

Yamcha put his hands on his hips and said, "None of that matters. We'll deal with them properly later!"

Sun Mo glanced at Yamcha and advised, "Yamcha, if you realize you can't win, give up early. Don't force yourself!"

Yamcha's lips twitched slightly as he said, "As long as I don't run into you and Goku, I should be able to fight."

I hope I won't run into you in the first round...

Sun Mo said, "After all, we are all from the same sect."

"If you encounter me, I'll certainly go easy on you, but if you encounter Tien Shinhan, you're in big trouble..."

Yamcha clenched his fist and said, "Are you kidding me? I won't lose to that guy!"

Krillin chimed in, "That's right! Yamcha may have arrived a bit late, but he's improved very quickly. Don't underestimate him!!"

Sun Mo nodded and said nothing more.

Shortly after, the referee announced again, "Alright, time's up. All contestants, please gather to draw lots."

Following the referee's directions, everyone arrived at their assigned match positions.

When Wukong saw the referee, he greeted him warmly.

"Hi!"

The referee glanced at Wukong and said, "Oh dear, Sun Wukong, you've advanced again! Don't damage the arena this time!"

Sun Wukong grinned and said, "Hehehe, don't worry, I didn't bring my tail this time..."

The referee announced, "Alright, let's begin the draw. We'll start with Sun Mo!"

Tianjin glanced at Sun Mo and immediately said to Jiaozi, "This kid is quite capable; leave him for later..."

Dumpling nodded, silently using her superpowers to interfere with the note.

Moreover, he deliberately arranged for Klin to fight against him.

A moment later, the referee announced the final matchup list.

"Match 1: Yamcha vs. Tien Shinhan."

Second match: Werewolf vs. Sun Mo.

Match 3: Klin vs. Dumpling.

Fourth time: Satan vs. Sun Wukong.

Klin couldn't help but wipe away his sweat: "Wow, what great luck! None of the four of us ran into them..."

Yamcha's lips curled into a smile.

"Great, it's really my job to deal with that bald guy!"

……

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for waiting!"

"The 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament is about to begin."

These eight contestants are all top-notch experts who have emerged from layers of selection. Who will win the title of number one in the world?

Who will claim the 500,000 yuan prize this year?

Let's wait and see!

"Yay!"

"Let's get started already, I can't wait!"

The audience was enthusiastic, and cheers were deafening.

After the cheers subsided, the referee announced loudly, "Alright, round one begins! Please welcome Tien Shinhan and Yamcha to the stage!"