"What are you talking about? Didn't we meet last time, Bulma? Vegeta and Emily were there at that time." Sun Wukong replied.

"You said a few words and then left." Bulma sighed, "I thought you would go home. You don't care about your family at all."

Sun Wukong laughed.

Chatted for a while.

"Ruoyao, my brother hasn't come back yet?" Sun Wukong asked.

"Oh, oh, not yet." Ruoyao replied.

"Stop chatting for now, the registration deadline is almost here, let's register first." Piccolo suggested.

Everyone came forward to sign up.

"Trunks, come on, why are you standing there?" Emily patted Trunks' head.

"I don't want to participate in the competition. I'm just a kid." Trunks felt a headache.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Emily scolded, "Ruoyao is younger than you, and she has already participated in the competition."

Trunks: "..."

Trunks wanted to cry.

Are you my biological mother?

"Mom, you're comparing us to real gods? Do you think that's appropriate?" Trunks almost roared, "How can a 7-year-old girl grow up like that!"

"Stop talking nonsense. I've discussed it with your mother. If you don't participate in the competition, you will lose your pocket money in the future." Vegeta snorted coldly.

"That's too much, letting a child participate in the competition..." Trunks shook his head helplessly and had to go forward to sign up.

However, the next moment, Trunks was overjoyed.

"Junior group? Is there such a thing?" Trunks was so happy that he felt that happiness came too suddenly.

"Of course!" the staff nodded.

"Great, I thought I was going to compete with adults." Trunks breathed a sigh of relief.

"What? There is such a rule now?" Bulma was stunned.

"Hey, this woman should also join the junior group!" Vegeta pointed at Ruoyao and said to the staff.

Ruoyao: “…”

Trunks: "..."

Dad, you are such a jerk.

The staff member looked at Ruoyao and asked, "Miss, how old are you?"

"Ah... I'm 7 years old." Ruoyao answered truthfully.

"What a joke! How can a 7-year-old look like this!" the staff member shouted angrily.

Do you think I'm blind?
"And you, girl, you are obviously 17 years old, why do you insist on saying you are only 7 years old?" The staff member said to Ruoyao unhappily.

Ruoyao sighed helplessly and looked at Vegeta with a pout.

Trunks was secretly laughing on the side.

"Then let this kid join the adult group and not the junior group." Vegeta said to the staff again and pointed at Trunks.

"No, this is the rule!" the staff member shouted seriously.

"What did you say? Do you know who you are talking to?" Vegeta was furious and stretched out his hand through the air and pointed it at the staff member's body.

I believe that if Vegeta releases just a little bit of his aura, he can kill this staff member on the spot.

The staff member had no idea. He lowered his head and did not continue to argue with Vegeta. He just said calmly: "This is the rule of the organizing committee."

"Vegeta, forget it." Sun Wukong persuaded from the side.

Vegeta resisted the urge to smack the staff member to death.

Trunks was overjoyed.

That's great.

Finally I don’t have to compete in the adult category.

It is said that dad and the others are all very fierce!
I'd better not join in the fun.

Although I can already transform into a Super Saiyan, I have only just learned how to transform into a Super Saiyan.

Dad and Uncle Goku have been practicing the Super Saiyan transformation for a long time, and they have both surpassed the Super Saiyan transformation.

My mother told me that when I was just born, some terrible androids appeared, and the Super Saiyan was no match for those two androids.

It seems that only those who surpass the Super Saiyan can defeat the androids.

So Trunks can already deduce the gap between himself and other Saiyans.

If I really take part in the competition, I can only bully Uncle Klin and Uncle Piccolo, that's all.

And the competition is conducted in the form of a draw.

You may not be able to draw them!

What if I can't draw them? Other than being tortured, what miracle can there be?
Trunks really didn't want to participate in such a competition.

If Vegeta hadn't forced him, Trunks wouldn't even want to come.

However, after Trunks came here, he heard that there was also a competition for the junior group, and his face immediately showed joy.

Youth group!
The rules of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament are really great.

Isn't this junior competition prepared for me, Trunks?
I can defeat them all easily!

Fortunately, Ruoyao doesn’t look like she is 7 years old, otherwise I would not be her match.

Registration ends here.

Seeing that Trunks was assigned to the junior group, Krillin was secretly happy.

I had one less scary opponent, so I could get more bonus money.

Following the guidance of the signboards, the group walked towards the competition venue.

Further ahead, spectators are not allowed to enter.

Bulma and the others waved goodbye to Son Goku and others here.

Sun Wukong and the others walked towards the venue of the preliminaries.

"Krillin, weren't you bald before? How did you grow hair?" Sun Wukong looked at Krillin's head.

"I told you about the shaving incident before," Klin replied.

"Everyone, please speed up, the preliminaries are about to begin." A staff member urged in the front.

These few people were the last batch and were still chatting there.

Don’t you know that the preliminaries are about to start?
There are reporters and photographers in the front interviewing the contestants on the scene.

Seeing Sun Wukong and others, the pretty female reporter said, "That group of people is probably the last batch of contestants. After we take pictures of them, let's go to the preliminary competition venue."

"Okay." The photographer nodded.

The female reporter took the microphone and began to interview Vegeta who was walking in front. She asked with a professional smile: "Excuse me, where are you from?"

Vegeta ignored her and walked away expressionlessly.

Piccolo behind Vegeta also didn't show much expression. He had a green face and passed by the female reporter.

Female reporter: "..."

"Who are these two? They look so weird! Like two cartoon faces!" the female reporter muttered.

The photographer said nothing.

Afterwards, the female reporter approached Sun Wukong and asked, "Excuse me, where are you from?"

"Are you asking me where I came from?" Sun Wukong scratched his head and asked. "Yes." The female reporter nodded.

"I came from Lord Kai's planet." Son Goku answered truthfully.

"Lord Kai's planet? Where is that?" The female reporter was stunned.

"This... that is a place people can only reach after they die... but I got there through a special method. It is difficult for ordinary people to go there." Sun Wukong told the truth.

"Hahaha... Although I heard every word you said, I just don't understand when you put them together." The female reporter smiled awkwardly.

"What do you mean?" Sun Wukong didn't understand what the female reporter meant.

Piccolo looked over there and immediately released invisible energy that instantly acted on the camera.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the camera exploded, startling the female reporter and photographer.

"What happened? Did the battery explode?" the female reporter exclaimed.

"Everything I took just now is wasted." The photographer was in tears.

Although Sun Wukong and others were confused, they did not ask too many gossipy questions.

Afterwards, Sun Wukong and the others entered the preliminaries venue together.

“There are so many people here.” Ruoyao sighed.

"It's really lively." Son Gohan nodded.

"Ahhhh...it's you!" A middle-aged blond man wearing sunglasses showed excitement on his face and shouted excitedly after seeing Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong and Krillin also recognized the middle-aged man at a glance. He was the referee of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament.

When Sun Wukong participated in the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament for the first time, this person was also a referee for the first time. It can be said that he also witnessed Sun Wukong's growth over the years.

"Today is such a memorable day. It's hard to believe that I can meet you again." The referee laughed happily and stepped forward to hold Sun Wukong's hand. "I really missed you. We have been waiting for you to show up!"

Sun Wukong and Krillin both laughed and greeted warmly.

"Honestly speaking, the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament without you has become very dull and boring, and the level of competition has been getting worse and worse." The referee lowered his voice and whispered, "But when you participated in the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament, communication equipment was not very advanced, and the country's publicity efforts for the martial arts tournament were not strong enough, so basically you all got the upper hand, Mr. Satan! If it had been a few years earlier, you would definitely have become celebrities now."

"Haha, I'm not interested in celebrities. They will only disturb my peaceful life." Sun Wukong laughed.

"I knew you would say that." The referee admired Sun Wukong more and more, and said, "I remember that the person who defeated Piccolo was you."

"This..." Sun Wukong was speechless.

Piccolo: "..."

Piccolo's face darkened.

Do you think it's appropriate to say such things in front of me?

"You can't really be the Great Devil Piccolo? Impossible, impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" The referee looked at Piccolo again and waved his hands.

Piccolo resisted the urge to slap this guy to death.

At this moment, the radio suddenly sounded, announcing that the preliminaries for the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament would begin soon.

"Hahaha, you will definitely qualify for the finals!" The referee waved his hand, "See you on the stage later."

Sun Wukong waved goodbye to the referee.

"In order to ensure fairness and justice, the conference will use a strength testing machine for the preliminaries." A staff member announced loudly with a microphone, "The fifteen contestants with the highest strength values ​​will enter the finals."

"Strength testing machine? What is that?" Klin was puzzled.

Ruoyao also stood there calmly without expressing any opinion.

"We are very honored to invite the world champion Mr. Satan to demonstrate for us. He will use his fist to hit the strength tester to show everyone his strength value!" The staff continued, and pushed the strength tester up, "Then, let us invite the world champion Mr. Satan!"

Satan, wearing a white cape and a championship belt hanging around his waist, walked out majestically, raised his right fist high, and shouted loudly: "Who in this world can beat me?"

The contestants at the scene cheered for Mr. Satan.

"There are too many people here who can beat you." Klin shook his head and sighed.

Immediately afterwards, many contestants at the scene picked up their mobile phones and took photos of Mr. Satan.

Piccolo's expression moved slightly, and the energy spread out, acting on the phone.

Suddenly, everyone's cell phones were destroyed.

Mr. Satan was a little confused.

What's happening here?
"Uncle Piccolo?" Son Gohan immediately realized something and looked at Piccolo with questions in his eyes.

"Uncle Piccolo is worried that my brother's identity will be exposed, so he destroyed all their cameras." Ruoyao said with a smile.

"That's exactly what I mean." Piccolo nodded.

"Thank you, Uncle Piccolo." Son Gohan thanked him quickly and turned to ask Ruoyao, "I wonder if Videl has come to participate in the competition?"

"I'm coming." Ruoyao said.

"Hmm..." Son Gohan hesitated.

"Brother, if you want to find her, go quickly." Ruoyao said with a smile.

"Shall we go together?" Son Gohan suggested.

"I'm not going, brother. You go by yourself." Ruoyao shook her head.

"Okay, I'll go find her." Son Gohan finally made up his mind, said to his father, and then ran to find Videl.

Mr. Satan also clenched his fists, concentrated all his strength on his fists, and looked at the strength testing machine intently.

"what!"

Mr. Satan threw a fierce punch, and his fist hit the strength testing machine.

"Beep!"

A line of numbers appeared on the screen of the strength testing machine - 137!

"The score is out! 137 points! It's 137 points!" the staff shouted excitedly.

"Wow wow wow!"

The contestants at the scene screamed and applauded enthusiastically.

As expected, he is Mr. Satan!

"Goodbye everyone! Come on everyone, I'm waiting for an opponent who can make me compete seriously!" Satan waved his hand, turned and left with endless confidence on his face.

Then everyone lined up to hit the strength testing machine and record the scores.

"Hmph, so boring!" Vegeta gnashed his teeth in hatred.

"Next one, number 84!"

"Oh my, it's my turn." Ruoyao stepped forward.

"Look, what a beautiful girl!"

"She's so beautiful. Just looking at her feels like I'm blaspheming her."

"Such a pretty girl is also here to participate in the competition."

After seeing Ruoyao's appearance, several people were stunned. She was simply stunningly beautiful.

Ruoyao stepped forward and lightly punched the strength testing machine.

"Snapped!"

The strength testing machine showed a score of 208.

"What? 208! Are you kidding?" The staff was stunned.

"Oh my...Is it easy to pass the preliminary round with this score?" Ruoyao said to the staff with a smile. (End of this chapter)