DC New Krypton.

Chapter 1959 The Unlucky Brothers

Leaving the alley, Haier no longer paid attention to Tien Shinhan.

He has already given the chance. Haier does admire Tien Shinhan, but he thinks he has done enough. If Tien Shinhan doesn't come to find him after burying his master, Haier will no longer care.

Back at the Budo Temple, the monks had already been arranged, and the blond-haired, black-suited host had already begun a passionate opening ceremony on the open-air stage. Hale walked backstage and came to the side of Master Roshi, Goku, Krillin, Yamcha, Poole, and Piccolo.

Seeing that Yamcha's face was still abnormally pale and Poole also looked listless, it was obvious that both of them were seriously injured in the preliminaries between Tien Shinhan and Gyoza.

"Yamcha, Poole, how are you? Are you okay?" asked Haier when he saw the look on their faces.

"No problem." Yamcha replied, his face turning pale.

His injury is somewhat serious.

Originally during this period of time, Tien Shinhan was stronger than Goku. He beat Yamcha so hard in the ring that he was seriously injured and hospitalized. In the end, he defeated Goku and became the champion of this World Martial Arts Tournament.

Now that Yamcha is taught by Hale, his abilities have changed greatly. Although humans on Earth are essentially no match for the physique and strength of Tien Shinhan, the three-eyed alien, Yamcha has changed his fate of being defeated by Tien Shinhan with the martial arts taught by Hale, and eliminated Tien Shinhan in the preliminaries.

However, Tien Shinhan is too powerful to be easily dealt with. Yamcha is also in a difficult situation with serious injuries, but he is holding on and still wants to continue to participate in the competition.

In fact, he was seriously injured and it was a bit difficult to bear.

"I feel a little weak. I probably won't be able to beat the next quarterfinalist." Poole said listlessly. He didn't want to show off.

Originally, small animal-like humans like Poole were inherently weaker than ordinary people and strong large animal-like humans, so they had the ability to transform to protect themselves.

Poole, who had been taught the Eight-Turn Poor Transformation Technique by Haier, began to reverse his weak side and gradually became stronger.

However, facing Jiaozi, who is a human being and possesses extremely special superpowers among humans, Poole still had a hard time dealing with him, but he finally won. Although it was a tragic victory with serious injuries, it was enough to prove that Poole's usual training was not in vain.

"Just do your best and don't force yourself." Haier said this with concern and didn't interfere any more.

I didn't give them any beans to eat either.

Haier has always restricted them from eating too many Senzu Beans, at least to prevent them from becoming dependent on them.

If they are facing a strong enemy, they can eat Senzu Beans to deal with the strong enemy.

But if it's just a competition, there's no need to waste Senzu Beans.

Moreover, serious injuries are also an aspect of the game. Whether to persist in the face of serious injuries or to give up the game is part of the schedule of this world's number one martial arts tournament.

As for why Tien Shinhan and Jiaozi were given Senzu Beans, it was because Tien Shinhan and Jiaozi were more seriously injured than Yamcha and Poole.

Haier didn't give them the magic beans, and they almost fainted after walking out of the alley, not to mention that Haier wanted him to carry the coffins of He Shengren and Tao Baibai for burial.

It's impossible for Haier to carry the coffins of Crane Hermit and Tao Paipai, whom he killed, to help Tien Shinhan dig a grave for burial.

Giving Senzu Beans to Tien Shinhan and Jiaozi to eat was Haer's reward for their persistence.

"Yeah..." Yamcha nodded heavily.

At this time, some monks began to call out to the top eight contestants, "Top eight contestants, come over here and draw your order of appearance."

Yamcha, Poole, Goku, Krillin, Piccolo, as well as the super talented fighter Babut, an animal-type human called Black Bear, and a reclusive skinny martial artist called Bababu, came to draw lots.

After everyone finished drawing lots, Yamcha and Poole's faces became even uglier. First match: Yamcha vs. Piccolo.

Game 2: Klin vs Babut.

Game 3: Poole VS Sun Wukong.

Game 4: Black Bear vs. Bababu.

When Poole saw the grinning Goku, he almost wanted to faint.

The brothers Yamcha and Pool were extremely unlucky in this World Martial Arts Tournament, as they faced the strongest players of the tournament.

"Please judge Mr. Haier, the world's number one martial artist, Master Kame!"

After Haier and Master Roshi cheered everyone on, they walked out from the backstage to the open-air stage at the loud shouting of the blond-haired, black-suited host.

This time the distance between the ring and the audience seats has been greatly increased, the number of audience seats has also increased a lot, and there are several huge screens facing all directions. Even those who cannot see the ring due to the surging crowd can still see the huge screens illuminating the entire ring from behind.

"Let's cheer loudly for Hale and Kame-sensei!!!"

The blond host in a black suit cheered loudly with all the audience for the appearance of Hale and Master Roshi. Of course, most of them were cheering for the appearance of Master Roshi, but there were also a small number of ladies and women cheering for Hale, especially Bulma who was cheering particularly loudly. The blond Ranch roared like a bandit and almost took out a machine gun to shoot at the boss Hale who was cheering him on.

After greeting the audience, Hale and Master Roshi went to the organizer, Budo Temple, and prepared to sit down in the judges' seat in front of the audience seats, slightly closer to the arena.

"Now please welcome the first contestants, Yamcha and Piccolo!" the blond host in a black suit shouted loudly.

Yamcha came out from the backstage with a depressed and pale face.

Piccolo walked out from the other side of the backstage and glanced at the audience with cold and contempt.

When had Piccolo ever been called out like this and treated as a good show?

A swarm of ants!

Piccolo glanced at the calm expression of Hale in the judges' seat with a defiant and cold look, and immediately his defiant expression calmed down. He walked to the center of the ring and confronted Yamcha.

"Now, I declare that the competition begins!" shouted the blonde host in a black suit.

Just as everyone was expecting to see a big battle, unexpectedly, Yamcha took his last breath, burst out with his last strength, disappeared in the middle of the ring, and in the blink of an eye was behind Piccolo, attacking him, and continuously throwing phantom punches. Piccolo flickered like a phantom, leaving an afterimage.

Yamcha couldn't hold on any longer, and blood spurted out in one go. He half-knelt on the ground, and then fell on the ring.

The audience was stunned.

The one who attacked spurted blood and fell down.

The blonde host in a black suit was also a little stunned.

"Let's count down. He can't get up anymore." Haier said calmly.

"This kid has tried very hard, but he met a strong enemy early on, otherwise he could have made it to the semi-finals." Master Roshi also sighed.

The blond host in a black suit heard what Hale and Master Roshi said and started counting down on the stage. As expected, Yamcha did not get up again.

"The winner of the first battle, Piccolo!"