Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 470 Countdown to the Martial Arts Tournament Championship

Goku suddenly leaned close to Master Roshi, his nose almost touching the old man's face: "Your scent is so familiar!"

"Goku!" Krillin quickly pulled Goku back. "Have you forgotten? Last time, he competed with you for the championship, and you lost to him."

Fang Yu's lips curled into a wicked smile, and his tail secretly wrapped around "Jackie Chan's" wig, giving it a sharp tug.
"Oh no!" Master Roshi frantically grabbed his hair, almost giving himself away.

Fang Yu released his grip at the opportune moment, pretending nothing had happened.

Master Roshi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left, his back view looking rather disheveled.

"What a strange guy," Little Goku said, scratching his head.

Suddenly, Fang Yu narrowed his eyes.

He turned to look at the entrance, where three figures were walking towards him against the light.

Master Shen's signature pointed hat comes into view first, followed by the tall and burly three-eyed young man Tien Shinhan, and the small gyoza floating in the air.

"Hmph, you brats from the Turtle School." Master Shen's sarcastic voice rang out, "Where is your teacher?"

Tien Shinhan crossed his arms and swept his gaze across the crowd like lightning, finally settling on Fang Yu.

"I can't believe you actually tracked me all the way here. Hmph, you're asking for it! Do you think you can trade your life for that little bit of tuition?"

Fang Yu smoothed his hairline, raised one finger with his left hand, and then raised three fingers with his right hand.

Little Goku, standing to the side, asked in confusion, "What do you mean? You want to get first to third place?"

No, it means...

"I'll make him vomit blood three times in one minute."

"You bastard! You really think I wouldn't dare kill you!?"

A fierce glint flashed in Tien Shinhan's eyes, and all three eyes locked onto Fang Yu at the same time, his fists clenching so tightly they cracked!
Just as he was about to step forward, the crane hermit's withered hand pressed down on his shoulder.

"Wait a minute." Master Crane chuckled sinisterly, the shadow cast by his pointed hat obscuring half his face. "Killing him here would be too easy on him." Master Crane glanced meaningfully at the contestants and staff around him. "Since you've registered, why not kill him openly and honestly in the arena?"

"If you die on stage, it means you're incompetent. Only by dying can no one gossip about you," Crane Master said with a sinister smile.

Tianjin Fan snorted coldly, his third eye narrowing slightly. "Consider yourself lucky." He made a throat-slitting gesture at Fang Yu, then turned and left.

The crane hermit looked up and whispered a few words to the dumpling floating in the air. The dumpling nodded obediently, and the three of them walked straight through the crowd and left.

Little Wukong tilted his head, watching their retreating figures. "That three-eyed one looks so fierce."

"You brat!" Master Roshi came running over, panting. "Withdraw from the tournament right now! You can't beat my old rival's disciple!" He stamped his foot in frustration. "Didn't you join the Crane School? Why is that guy trying to kill you?"

Fang Yu leisurely adjusted his wrist guards, his tail swaying from side to side. "I have always been a disciple of the Turtle Hermit School. What kind of bullshit Crane Hermit School is this? Once I learn the Solar Flare, I will wipe them out."

Master Roshi suddenly choked, then sighed.

"Alright, since you insist on this approach, all I can say is to be more careful."

Little Goku blinked his big eyes, his tail wagging excitedly, "Grandpa Turtle, Fang is really, really strong! I saw him easily steal Korin's holy water with my own eyes!"

Master Roshi adjusted his sunglasses and shook his head, saying, "You kids have no idea what Crane School is." He lowered his voice, his white beard trembling slightly, "As early as three hundred years ago, Master Mutaito, who pioneered martial arts, already said that Crane, this guy..."

“Then I’ll have to meet Wu Taidou myself another day.” Fang Yu suddenly interrupted, a sly glint in his golden eyes.

"You!" Master Roshi was so angry that his fake mustache stood on end. "You've really gone mad from all that training! Master Mutaito has long since—" He suddenly choked up halfway through his sentence, not wanting to recall those things anymore.

Fang Yu's lips curled into a smile that only he could understand.

The Temple of the Gods has such incredible equipment as a time machine.

Let alone seeing Wu Taidou.

You can even meet Wu Taidou's mother.

The preliminary rounds of the martial arts tournament were packed with people. Fang Yu frowned as he held the list of competitors. Tien Shinhan's name was conspicuously placed in another group, meaning the two wouldn't even see each other before the finals.

"Tsk, I thought I could take him down in the preliminaries, but it turns out we'll have to meet in the finals? Maybe I'll even have to fight Goku or Master Roshi." He casually crumpled the list into a ball and walked away into the distance.

"Contestant number 9527, please come to the stage!" The referee's shout came from stage number three.

When Fang Yu leaped onto the ring, his opponent was in a comical starting stance.

This is a muscular man with a purple headband, whose biceps are bigger than his head, showing off his bodybuilding poses to the audience.

"start!"

The man in the headband suddenly sprang up, his fist, as big as a clay pot, aimed straight at his face!

Fang Yu didn't even bother to activate his Sharingan. He tilted his head slightly, and the wind from his punch grazed past his ear.

He seized the other's wrist and gently tripped him by wrapping his tail around his ankle!

"Snapped!"

The man in the headband plunged headfirst into the wooden plank of the ring, his legs twitching in the air.

The referee counted to three before pulling himself out, his nosebleed leaving a perfect exclamation mark on the wooden board, making it look like a hilarious comic strip.

"The victor is General Yu!"

The number of applicants this year is enormous, and everything is proceeding at a rapid pace. Fang Yu's second session is fast approaching.

Opposite him was an old man in a black robe. As soon as he entered the arena, he pulled out a bone and began chanting incantations.

Fang Yu instantly appeared behind him and lightly flicked his finger at the back of his neck.

"Boom!"

The old man suddenly fainted on the spot, his bones scattered all over the ground, and he was defeated before he could even chant any incantations.

The audience erupted in laughter, with someone shouting, "The quality of this year's contestants is terrible!"

The sumo wrestler in the third match was even more outrageous. He had just gotten into position when he was so frightened by Fang Yu's murderous aura that his legs went weak and he rolled off the ring, crushing the railing.

Fang Yu finally became interested when the ninja player in the fourth match used the clone technique.

As a result, this guy stepped on the previous contestant's vomit halfway through forming the hand seals, and his five clones fell down one after another like bowling pins.

Fang Yu couldn't stand it any longer, so he used his tail to grab the man's collar and threw him off the field.

"As expected, anything can happen in a comedy comic."

Finally, we arrived at the fifth game.

With most of the contestants eliminated, Fang Yu made it into the top 36.

On the stage, Fang Yu was idly counting the number of bald heads in the audience.

"It seems like exercising too much really can cause baldness."

Suddenly, he heard the audience erupt in whistles from beautiful women.

Yamcha leaped onto the ring with one hand in his pocket, his scarf fluttering in the wind, and deliberately tossed his long hair as he landed.
"Oh?"

Fang Yu finally "woke up." Looking at Yamcha's flamboyant appearance, he couldn't help but say, "I really didn't expect to run into you here."

Yamcha, however, looked confident: "I didn't expect this either, but you're definitely going to lose!"

Fang Yu scratched his hairline: "Your confident demeanor makes me think I'm in some weird Yamcha fanfiction."

(Tomorrow at dawn)
(End of this chapter)