Dragon Ball: I'm invincible with twelve talismans at the start!

Sun Wukong looked at Krillin, who didn't even have a nose yet, and smiled.

This is the strongest Earthling in the Dragon Ball world, and Goku's best friend for life.

"Hello, Klin."

Sun Wuxiu returned the greeting gently.

"I heard in Xidu that Master has taken on a very clever disciple. From now on, I'll have to ask you to take good care of this idiot Wukong."

Klin paused for a moment.

He originally thought that this legendary genius senior brother would definitely be like the senior brothers in the old Duolin Temple, arrogant, indifferent, and even bullying newcomers.

Unexpectedly, Sun Wuxiu was so approachable, and his words were like a gentle breeze.

"No...no problem! Don't worry, senior brother!"

Klin straightened his back instantly, his fondness for this handsome senior brother instantly reaching its peak.

"Alright, we can catch up later, the registration deadline is fast approaching."

Sun Wuxiu pointed to the registration hall ahead.

"Let's go and meet the masters of this world."

……

The registration hall was bustling with activity.

Martial artists from all over the world gathered together, the air thick with the smells of sweat and liniment.

The appearance of Son Gosho and his group did not cause much of a stir. After all, in this bizarre Dragon Ball world, children with tails and bald men without noses are not unusual.

The registration process is very simple.

Fill out the form and draw lots.

While waiting, everyone sat together and chatted.

"By the way, where is Master Roshi?"

Krillin suddenly realized that Master Roshi, who had been following behind him, was gone.

"He said he was going to the restroom, why did it take him so long?"

Wukong scratched his head.

Sun Wuxiu took a sip of water, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Of course he knew what that lecherous old man was up to.

Right now, he's probably in the bathroom changing into his "Jackie Chan" vest and using super glue to attach his wig.

Master Roshi's goal was simple: he was afraid that his disciples would become arrogant and complacent because their strength was increasing too quickly, so he decided to personally participate under an assumed name and defeat them in the finals.

Let them know that "there are always people better than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding," so that they can continue to remain humble and pursue higher levels of martial arts.

This is a well-intentioned effort.

This is indeed necessary for Goku and Krillin.

but……

Sun Wuxiu put down his water glass and turned his gaze toward the entrance of the hall.

There, an elderly man with a full head of silver hair, dressed in a black Zhongshan suit, slowly walked in, attracting the attention of many people.

"Jackie Chun (Jackie Chan)..."

Sun Wuxiu looked at that familiar figure and said silently in his heart.

"Teacher, I understand your good intentions."

"If it's the original work, your plan is indeed flawless."

"But this time, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you."

"Because I also need this championship."

What Sun Wuxiu needs is more than just the 50 Sony bonus.

He needs to use this conference to firmly establish his position as "the number one person of the younger generation on Earth".

Moreover, he also wanted to see how far he could go using only the Turtle Hermit style of martial arts without using any talismans for the time being, since this was not a life-or-death battle!

Of course, it's not too late to use the talisman after verification.

"Wu Xiu, what are you looking at?"

Bulma leaned closer and asked.

"nothing."

Sun Wuxiu withdrew his gaze, stood up, and stretched his wrists.

The announcement that the preliminary rounds were about to begin came over the loudspeaker.

"Let's go, Goku, Krillin."

Sun Wuxiu walked at the very front, his back like an unshakeable mountain.

"Let this world's number one martial arts tournament become our stage."

……

The rules for the preliminary rounds are very simple.

After the chaotic melee, there were one-on-one duels in the ring, and the top eight were finally determined to enter the official competition.

For Sun Wuxiu, this level of preliminary rounds was hardly even a warm-up.

"Group 44, begin!"

The referee gave the whistle.

A burly, strong man grinned maliciously as he surrounded them.

"Hehe, this kid has such fair skin and is so handsome, let's beat his face up first!"

"I've been annoyed with you for a long time, so what if you have a girlfriend?"

However, the next second.

There were no sounds of intense fighting.

There was only one muffled thud.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Those watching didn't even see what happened.

The burly man had already collapsed to the ground, his eyes rolled back and he was foaming at the mouth, his body still twitching involuntarily.

Sun Wuxiu, however, remained standing in place with his hands in his pockets, seemingly without moving an inch.

"Too...too weak."

He shook his head and yawned, looking somewhat bored.

"At this level, they don't even qualify me to take my hand out."

In the distance, Jackie Chan, who had just finished a match, happened to see this scene.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Hiss...this kid's speed..."

Master Roshi secretly groaned inwardly.

"I had to concentrate to see that just now."

"This isn't about disciplining a disciple... This could very well ruin my reputation at this conference..."

The preliminary rounds are progressing quickly.

There is no suspense.

Sun Wuxiu, Sun Wukong, Krillin, Jackie Chan (Master Roshi), Yamcha (who still came to participate despite being scared by Sun Wuxiu), Namo (Indian ascetic), Patrian (stinky savage), Lanfang (seduction woman).

The list of the top eight has been officially released.

When Son Gosho walked out of the preliminary hall, he was greeted by Bulma's enthusiastic embrace and the cheers of countless spectators around him.

The real battle has only just begun.

Chapter 18: Fight Against Jackie Chan

With the preliminary rounds concluded, the quarterfinals of the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament commenced amidst great anticipation.

The air on Papaya Island was exceptionally fresh after the rain.

The open-air arena gleamed in the sunlight, and the surrounding stands were packed with people, their cheers rising in waves like a tsunami.

The first few matches of the quarterfinals were not very suspenseful.

Yamcha is still a tragic character, but he is slightly better than in the original story. Unfortunately, his opponent is that mysterious old man—Jackie Chun.

After a series of flashy Wolf Fang Fist moves, he was easily outmaneuvered by Jackie Chan's afterimage fist and finally pushed off the stage with a single palm strike.

Next, Klin used his body structure, which "has no nose and is therefore not afraid of stench," to defeat the foul-smelling Batlian.

Sun Wukong, as fierce as ever, faced the Indian ascetic monk named Namo.

The two engaged in a spectacular aerial duel, with Goku ultimately emerging victorious thanks to his superior hang time and physical abilities.

Soon, the semi-final matchups appeared on the big screen.

Match 1: Sun Wuxiu vs. Jackie Chan.

Second match: Goku vs. Krillin.

"Has it finally arrived?"

In the athletes' rest area, Sun Wuxiu stood up and straightened his orange martial arts uniform.

"That old man is very strong, brother, you have to be careful!"