Chapter 21 (1/2)

Chapter 21 – First Show!

“Huft, this time, the disciples of the Turtle School didn’t participate again.” As he passed by the podium, Muyang heard someone sigh.

“No way, legend has it that Master Roshi didn’t accept disciples for many years.” Another person said.

Muyang side-stepped over, his ears perked up as he thought to himself, “It’s still fifty years before the original story begins. By this time, Master Roshi should have already taken Son Goku as his disciple. I suppose he didn’t think it was necessary for Son Goku to come to the World Martial Arts Tournament.”

Son Goku was the most outstanding disciple of Master Roshi, and he ended up achieving even more than Master Roshi.

However, it was 50 years before the original story, and Son Goku was in his golden age of development. He was probably not far from dominating the world. Participating in the World Martial Arts Tournament didn’t mean much to him.

“Muyang, the tournament is about to start, so do your best later. Don’t underestimate any of your opponents,” Sith warned. In the past, Muyang had only fought against beasts in the Primitive Mountains and had no experience fighting against humans. Sith was afraid that Muyang would not be able to get used to it for a while, so he patiently advised him.

“Don’t worry, Uncle Sith.”

Muyang nodded his head seriously and solemnly, and then tied the belt around his waist. He was going to go all out.

………..

On the podium, the Maple Leaf School headmaster began to explain the tournament rules, and the audience immediately applauded. The applause ended, followed by a deafening sound of the gong, indicating the tournament had officially begun.

Muyang was at the bottom, constantly scanning the seniors above with his scouter.

105, 110, 98, 103, 118….

These were all famous people!

Apart from those old seniors, the younger generation was much weaker. Muyang didn’t get to scan them, but he knew the excellent ones should only have 60 to 70 power levels, so there was a certain gap between them and him.

Soon, the tournament began.

According to the lottery order, the big schools’ disciples were divided into eight major areas to compete in hegemony. Each area would determine to have one of the most powerful players to go to the quarterfinal.

There was no prior test of strength, nor was there a so-called resurrection mechanism. It was all tough competition of strength the whole time! Everything was as crude and straightforward as that, except for the top eight most powerful players from each area!

Muyang’s blood was boiling; this was the match he was looking for!

Standing in the candidate zone, he could already feel his heart racing. This emotion was even comparable to when he had taken the college entrance examination.

………

On the ring, the first match of different areas has begun, and disciples from big schools were fighting against each other. There were already some unlucky players who were eliminated because they encountered opponents who were far stronger than them. So, they could only sigh.

This result also drew a sigh of relief from the audience; it’s just that luck was also a part of strength. Those who present were all the martial arts masters, so after slightly regretting those who were still good, their attention quickly went into the next match.

At this point, Muyang was also paying attention to the match on stage. Although these martial arts practitioners’ movements on stage were fast and swift, they appeared in his eyes as if they were doing a slow motion. Every move was not only slow but full of loopholes.

Even at this level, how could he even participate in the World Martial Arts Tournament?

Muyang felt that if he were in their position, he would be able to knock the opponents down with just a casual wave of his fist, which was already a significant difference.