DC New Krypton.

Chapter 1834 Qualifiers

Inside the martial arts arena, there were four large arenas, with 138 contestants resting in various places.

He looked at everyone with ill intentions and a sneer on his face.

A beautiful lady with rouge on her face glanced by with a charming smile.

There was a two-meter-tall strongman with a sturdy body, breathing out strong air.

There were animal-like humans who looked a lot like the dragon-men in Western legends and had certain similarities to the pterosaurs on the Earth of Dragon Ball. They were fat and strong, and they glanced at everyone in a teasing manner.

There were also martial artists with straight lumbar spines and resolute expressions, looking towards the ring.

"Please all the contestants participating in the world's number one martial arts tournament look here."

There were monks from the Budo Temple holding loudspeakers and shouting on the stage.

Hale and Yamcha, Goku who was looking around, and Krillin who was hiding, all turned their eyes to the monk on the ring.

After all 138 contestants turned around and looked at a white-browed and white-bearded monk elder on the stage, the white-browed and white-bearded monk elder began to explain the preliminaries with a loudspeaker.

"This year is the world's number one martial arts tournament that is held every five years. Thank you all for coming here from thousands of miles away. It's really hard work for everyone. This tournament will decide who is the world's number one martial arts master.

One hundred and thirty-eight masters gathered from all over the country..."

The elder monk with white eyebrows and beard was explaining with a loudspeaker.

"There are 138 of them..." Krillin, who was standing next to Goku, was a little nervous. He looked at the two men in front of him who were over 2.5 meters tall and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. "I didn't expect there would be 138 monsters like this!"

Seeing two men over 2.5 meters tall in front of him glancing at him, Krillin no longer had any confidence in getting a good score.

Haier smiled and touched Krillin's bald forehead with his hand to comfort him: "Don't worry, just follow what Master Roshi taught you and do your best."

"Yeah." Klin looked up and saw Haier's gentle smile. The timidity in his heart was relieved a little. He nodded heavily and continued to look at the white-browed and white-bearded monk elder to explain.

At this moment, a mosquito flew towards Haier from the window, making a buzzing sound. It was almost photographed by a contestant because of the buzzing sound.

Finally it flew to Haier's shoulder and landed on Haier's shoulder.

"Huh? Poole!" Hale felt that the mosquito that landed on his shoulder had Poole's weight, and the air fluctuations and smell were exactly the same as Poole's.

"Ah! Senior Hale, how did you find out that I am Poole? No one else can tell. Even Yamcha can't see through my transformation." Poole was shocked. His transformation skills were very advanced. So far, he had never seen anyone who could see through his transformation as easily as Hale.

"I remember your weight, the fluctuation of your qi and your own smell." Hale smiled. Although Poole's transformation technique could change into thousands of forms, his own weight could not be changed no matter how he changed it. And the fluctuation of qi and smell could not be completely transformed into something else. It was very easy for Hale to knock them out at a glance.

"What's the matter with you coming here, Poole?" asked Hale.

He didn't expect Poole to deliberately use Transfiguration to turn into a mosquito and then fly onto his shoulder to watch the preliminaries.

Even if he wanted to watch the preliminaries, he would choose the shoulder of Yamcha, with whom he had the best relationship.

So, Poole is up to something!

"It's like this, Senior Hale, your..." Poole told Hale what Bulma had instructed him to do. The Red Ribbon Army had robbed Hale of the information of Hale's Strong Artificial Intelligence Company, destroyed Hale's Food Energy Research Institute and the Gravity Room, and robbed all the information. etc.

"Oh, I see. It's okay. Go back to Bulma. You and Bulma, please be careful. If anything happens, notify me immediately. I'll deal with it after I finish participating in the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament." Hale really didn't expect that he had developed strong artificial intelligence and was noticed by Dr. Gero, which led to these incidents.

But these were just trivial matters to Hale. Hale's expression didn't change at all. He told Poole to be careful. Then Hale saw Bulma's forehead and the upper half of her face jumping up through the window. He nodded to Bulma.

"Okay, Senior Hale, I got it. I'll keep an eye on it at all times." Poole nodded seriously and buzzed towards Bulma by the window.

Haier turned his head and continued to watch the white-browed and white-bearded monk elder speak.

"But... only eight people out of the 138 can really make the decision. In order to select those eight contestants, we must first hold a preliminaries. I will explain the method and rules of the competition."

The elder monk with white eyebrows and beard said slowly:

"The preliminary round is divided into four regions. The last two contestants in each region will compete in the final of the World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament.

The rules of the competition are a one-on-one duel on the ring. The one who falls off the ring or faints is considered the loser. Killing and the use of weapons are not allowed. The preliminaries only last one minute, so the winner cannot be determined immediately, and the winner is decided directly by the referee.

Now, let's start drawing lots for the divisions. Please draw lots, look at the numbers on the lots, and go to the assigned areas. "

After the elder monk with white eyebrows and beard finished his announcement, the contestants went to draw lots.

After Haier, Yamcha, Sun Wukong, and Krillin drew lots.

Haier drew number nine, the arena in zone one.

Yamucha drew number 35, the second area arena.

Wukong drew number 70, the third zone arena.

Klin drew number ninety-three, the third zone arena.

There were two qualified contestants in one zone's arena, and Krillin was drawn to the zone three arena with Goku. Krillin was shocked, thinking he was going to fight Goku, but he didn't want to fight Goku.

"It says that you two are in the third zone. Your numbers are separate. Goku and Krillin, you are lucky that you won't meet in the qualifiers."

Haier glanced at the bulletin board and said.

"It's okay, it's okay." Krillin breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's great, we don't have to fight each other now." Yamcha smiled.

"Everyone work hard and let us decide the winner in the final." Haier said.

"Yes, Senior Haier!" Yamcha said solemnly.

"Yes, Brother Haier!" Goku and Krillin stood at attention and shouted loudly.

Afterwards, everyone walked to the arena belonging to their respective areas and waited.

The schedule of the preliminaries was very fast. The competitions in the four zones were carried out almost at the same time. The competition in zone three started first, with Goku fighting against contestant No. 69. Goku only used one finger to poke his opponent off the ring. This also showed how big the gap was between the strength he had trained during this period and that of others.