As soon as they arrived at the registration office, the staff of the TV station, who had been waiting there for a long time, pointed their cameras at them. However, they did not rush forward like the entertainment reporters. Perhaps they also knew the strength of these people in front of them. The respect in their hearts made them just shoot from a distance.
"These reporters are quite tactful."
Ayaba's eyes flashed under the light of the flashlights. Her dark eyes swept across the reporters and she smiled happily.
Krillin grinned and said, "They don't dare to randomly report us as entertainment stars. Otherwise, not only will we not be able to get the headlines, but we will also lose our lives if we are not careful."
He understood the mentality of those reporters very well. If the target was an ordinary famous star without power, in order to get to the top of the headlines, what kind of things would they do? If there was no news, they would make some up for you! Entertainment news had always been a "legal" ballad.
Although he knew that reporters did not dare to report randomly, he had always kept a distance from them, Krillin. However, Yamcha liked the feeling of the camera facing him.
Because there were reporters watching from the side, everyone quickened their pace and quickly left after writing their names in the registration office.
Walking to the door of the locker room, Ayaka met the host of the conference again. Compared to seven years ago, the blond host was much older. There were obvious wrinkles on his forehead. However, he was still chatting. After seeing Son Goku, he started to talk excitedly. In the end, he even said that he was looking forward to their competition.
Ayaka smiled faintly at this.
After changing their clothes, everyone walked into the martial arts temple.There were unusually many contestants this time. At this time, the Martial Arts Dojo was already overcrowded with contestants. The originally spacious Martial Arts Dojo was crowded. These were martial arts enthusiasts from all over the world. Most of the contestants from the 12 martial arts cities occupied most of them. There were three to five groups of them. There was no lack of similar martial arts uniforms. They should be from the same Martial Arts School.
"So many people!"
Son Goten exclaimed. His little face flushed red as he looked around. He had never participated in such a tournament before. This was the first time.
The others all smiled and nodded. In the past, there had never been so many people in the World Martial Arts Tournament. This time, a large number of people came for their name, Android. In addition, the Martial Arts City had been established for seven years. It was time to nurture a large number of martial artists.
"All participants, please pay attention. All participants, please pay attention!!"
A staff wearing a monk's uniform raised a loudspeaker and announced loudly. At this time, several other staff members took out several large strength testing instruments and placed them on the side of the Martial Arts Dojo.
"The first round of elimination will be carried out. Apart from the junior group, all participants please line up into sixteen teams to test their strength one by one!"
There was an uproar, and all the participants revealed eager expressions. Soon, amidst the crackling of footsteps, they neatly arranged into sixteen teams. Some of the slower ones even lined up outside the Martial Arts Dojo.
This was the first round of screening for the Martial Arts Tournament. After internal analysis, the bottom line was set to be 100 J, which was 10 power level. Anyone who could not reach this standard would not be qualified to participate in the next preliminaries.
After the team was arranged, the rustling sounds of discussion sounded again, and the scene became noisy again.
"Silence!" As the staff announced this, the huge space immediately became silent.
"Now, please come one by one."
"Alright, look at me!"
At the front of the line, a two meter tall bald big guy gritted his teeth and punched the testing instrument with all his strength.
Bang! The display of the testing instrument immediately showed the strength of the bald big guy.
124J! Pass the screening!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The other teams also passed the screening one after another.
The long queue of the crowd continued to shorten. Some were frustrated and some were excited. The first round of screening continued. Finally, it was Son Goku's turn.
Ayaka turned sideways and flicked her finger at the testing machine. Weng… The display showed a shocking 10,000 J!
This was an amazing number. Of course, it was for the average person. Ayaka waved her wrist with a very "abnormal" expression. Sigh, such a small number was going to be laughed at by the next few people. If she had known earlier, she would have used a little more strength.
However, she did not know that the reason why it only showed 10,000 J was because of the upper limit of this testing machine. This testing machine was only used to eliminate some unqualified personnel. 10,000 J was already enough. There was no need to go too far.
Originally, Ayaka and the others did not have to participate in the preliminaries, let alone the screening before the preliminaries. However, according to the organizer's intentions, it seemed to be to embellishthe concept of the strong and to livenup the conference. This was more beneficial to the promotion of martial arts. Well, such a high-end and classy arrangement was also quite interesting.
After Ayaka, Ayaba, Krillin, and the others all did the test. Without exception, the data was 10,000 J, especially Son Goku. He had used the wind power in the air to hit the highest limit.
Ayaka smiled when he saw this. Sure enough, no one had been able to hit more than 10,000 J.
The shocking performance of the more than ten people on this side shocked everyone. All the participants were stunned and their eyes almost popped out.
"So powerful, all of them are at the highest value. As expected of the strongest group in the world! I wonder when I will be able to have that kind of strength!" A young player said with envy.
"Yeah, if I had one percent of their strength, no, one in ten thousand, I would be satisfied!" Another person said.
"Tsk, one in ten thousand is only one star. The people lying on the bed probably have this number."
"I'm just making an example. If not for the limit of the scouter being 10,000 J, they would definitely be able to produce a higher number!"
"You all are thinking too much. If you have such thoughts, you might as well honestly climb up Korin Tower!"
"Yes, Mr. Upa climbed up Korin Tower and his strength increased greatly."
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As time passed, the new and old changed. This was the law of the natural world. As they grew older, older martial artists like the King Chappa all withdrew from the competition. Many young martial artists emerged one after another. This competition was also a competition for the new and old.
In the first round of screening, almost seventy percent of the participants were eliminated. However, there were still many participants left. They would be screened again in the next preliminaries until the last 16 people were left.
In fact, as long as the first round of strength test reached 10,000 J, they were qualified to participate in the martial arts competition of Son Goku and the others. Unfortunately, no one had achieved this result. Even the champion of the last tournament, Upa, was far from enough. In the end, only Ayaka, Ayaba, Krillin, and the other 16 people were in the martial arts group.
In the morning, the junior group competition was in full swing. Just like in the original story, Son Goten and Trunks won the championship.
In the finals, Son Goten lost to Trunks in one move, but their performance stunned everyone present. The spectators who had been nurtured by martial arts weren't as ignorant as they were in the original story. Naturally, they wouldn't treat the ki wave as a rocket launcher or a cover-up. They were all sighing. As expected of the child of Mr. Son Goku and Mr. Vegeta, he was as strong as a monster!
"Hahaha, did Kakarot see that? Your son lost to my son!"
Vegeta laughed loudly and patted Trunks on the head with all his might. Eh, his son worked hard and his father was very happy!
Son Goku shook his head regretfully and said with a smile, "Just a little bit more. Goten, you have to work harder when you go back. Next time, defeat Trunks!"
"Trunks, train with dad after the competition. Don't let that brat Goten surpass you!" Vegeta said proudly. Although it was a fact that he couldn't compare to Kakarot, he was determined to surpass Kakarot in the education of the next generation!
"Don't worry dad, Goten is no match for me!"
After lunch, the coming of senior group competition was about to begin. Son Goku and the others walked towards the meeting hall with satisfaction after eating and drinking their fill. Videl quietly followed by the side, but he was stunned by the Saiyan's appetite.
Suddenly, two people dressed in strange clothes stood in front of them. One of them was a silver-haired youth who was floating thirty centimeters away from the ground.
Ayaka raised her eyebrows, and his eyes flashed. "We're finally here. Old Kai and his apprentice, Kibito Kai!"
"Hello, everyone. You must be Son Goku. I've heard of your deeds. You really live up to your reputation. You have extraordinary spirit!" Old Kai looked at Son Goku simperingly. He turned to look at Ayaka and the others. "I've heard of you guys long ago. Work hard." Then, he quietly walked away.
"Who are they?" Everyone thought doubtfully.
"So domineering!" Son Goten shouted.
"That guy's aura is very special. He is not an ordinary person." Piccolo keenly sensed the pressure coming from the other party. He had a serious expression.
"I don't think he is strong."
This time, Hongye did not refute him. That silver-haired youth's strength had reached the lowest level of the Super Saiyan 2. He was almost the same as Launch and 18 Android.
There were times when Old Kai was looked down upon. Ayaka smiled and said, "Don't be careless. His identity is very special. He is Old Kai who stands above Grand Kai. He is the god who controls the entire universe!"
"Old Kai?"
"Where did this come from?" Hearing her words, everyone was stunned.
Only Bardock and Piccolo thought of something. Bardock had been in hell for so many years, but he had heard of the Kai – Old Kai's name, Android. Many villains in hell were killed by Old Kai. Piccolo, however, trembled all over. He was obviously stunned by the identity of the other party.
Other than Piccolo, no one cared about Old Kai's special identity.
God only represented status. As for respect or not, it still depended on strength.