Little Goku's Great Adventure Starting from One Piece

Chapter 153 Goku and Sanji Team Up for Battle, Sanji Suffers Disastrous Elimination in the Preliminary Round! (5,000-word Chapter)

Inside the arena, the stands were already packed with people.

Nami and Robin sat in the two seats at the front, looking around boredly.

"Why hasn't it started yet, Robin? We've been sitting here for ages."

Nami rested her chin on her hand and complained.

"He's probably explaining the rules of the competition to the players," Robin said with a slight smile.

She wore a cowboy hat to prevent her face from being easily seen.

"Then why are there four arenas up here? Are they for simultaneous matches?"

Nami pointed to the center of the arena, where four 30-meter-long square arenas stood.

"Yeah, maybe. If there are too many players, the competition won't waste too much time."

In the contestants' preparation area, after explaining the competition rules to the contestants, the staff brought over a large box and let the contestants draw their own match number.

"Series A, Fund 4?"

The first contestant to draw a slip of paper unfolded it, looked at the information on it, and muttered to himself.

The number of participants in this martial arts tournament is exactly one hundred and sixty, no more and no less.

If each round is a free-for-all elimination tournament with ten players, a total of sixteen rounds will be held to determine the sixteen winners who will advance to the next round.

Because playing each match individually would take too much time, the organizers decided to hold the matches in rounds of four, with all matches taking place simultaneously.

Therefore, there are a total of four rounds: A, B, C, and D, and each round is further divided into four numbers according to the different arenas.

For example, the contestant who just drew number 4 in round A will need to step onto the number 4 ring in the round A competition to compete against the other nine contestants who also drew number 4 in round A, and finally determine the winner to advance to the next round.

"Hahaha! I'm number 1 in Series A, and I'll be on the court soon, how great!" Leon laughed loudly, hands on his hips, after drawing his turn.

"Tch! I'm only in the C round, I'll have to wait a long time before I get to play." Lewandowski, the older brother, curled his lip in displeasure.

"Natsuyama, Round D, No. 4!"

After the match times are drawn, a staff member will announce them and record the players' match times.

After Xia Shan saw his turn, his expression remained calm. He casually crumpled the note into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket before going to a corner to rest with his eyes closed.

"Is that old man number 4 in Round D? I really hope I can draw the same one as him so I can fight him right away!"

Wukong clenched his little fist and waited expectantly in the line to draw his turn.

"Wukong, if you really encounter a powerful expert like him in the first round, you must not fight him immediately. You should eliminate the other weaker opponents first."

Sanji, however, gave a serious reminder.

A chaotic battle involving ten people—there are just too many variables.

Even with great strength, it's hard to guarantee that no unexpected events will occur, such as being ambushed and accidentally falling off the stage.

Therefore, in this chaotic battle, we should not focus on fighting one person alone, but rather conserve our strength, act according to circumstances, eliminate one opponent at a time, and wait until there are only two people left on the stage before slowly fighting each other.

"Hehe, don't worry, Sanji, I know what to do," Goku said with a grin, holding his head.

"Yeah, you know that much." Sanji nodded, his eyes scanning the surrounding contestants.

Several people here gave him a subtle sense of pressure, so he knew that he couldn't be careless this time and should be serious, otherwise he might very well mess things up.

As the team continued to move forward, it was soon Wukong's turn to draw lots.

"Let me see... Series A, No. 1?"

After unfolding the paper, Wukong looked at it and read out the schedule.

"It's not Round D," he muttered with some disappointment, it seemed he wouldn't be meeting that old man in this round.

"Hahaha, Series A, number 1, what a coincidence!" Leon, who was standing against the wall not far away after drawing lots, chuckled upon hearing this.

"I never expected to have a kid among my first-round opponents. This is really interesting."

As he was smiling, Wukong walked up to him and said with a grin, "Hello, uncle, my name is Sun Wukong. I hope we can have a contest on the stage."

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Leon was stunned for a moment, then snapped back angrily, "Who are you calling 'uncle'?! I'm only twenty-five, okay?!"

Unfortunately, after Goku finished speaking, he turned around and went back to Sanji's side, leaving Sanji to jump up and down in place all by himself.

"Sanji, which round are you in?"

Sanji unfolded the paper he had drawn, looked at the words on it, and read: "Round A, Number 3".

"Series A, Fund 3?"

Upon hearing the answer, Goku recalled the people he had seen who had drawn the third round of the A-series lottery and chuckled, "There don't seem to be any particularly strong guys in there, Sanji."

"I hope so. I don't want to run into a tough opponent in the first match." Sanji shrugged.

After all, the competition is very tight and there is not much time to rest. If you encounter a tough opponent at the beginning and get injured as a result, it will have a great impact on the subsequent matches.

"Wow!"

After Sanji drew his lot, Pupu also drew his, but instead of looking at it, it handed it directly to the staff, since it couldn't read out the date.

Although the staff looked at Pupu with a strange expression, they still took the note and read out Pupu's showtime.

"PuPu, Round D, No. 4!"

"Wow??"

Pupu's excited and expectant expression immediately froze.

Series D, No. 4?

If it remembers correctly, that human who looked so powerful that even its master was looking forward to fighting him was also in this match!

"Huh, pfft, I didn't expect you to run into that old man." Wukong was also a little surprised.

He then patted Pupu on the shoulder, encouragingly saying, "Fight with all your might! Pupu, even if you lose, it's still a valuable experience!"

Pupu met his gaze and nodded firmly, "Wah wah!" (I definitely will! Master!)

"Sorry to keep you all waiting! I hereby announce the official start of the 32nd Charia Kingdom First Martial Arts Tournament!!"

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Inside the arena, a host stands on the ring, holding a microphone, and shouts to the audience around him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire arena erupted in cheers.

"Ohhh!! It's starting!! It's starting!!"

"I can't wait to see who will be number one this year!!"

The audience cheered enthusiastically, and the sound waves swept out like a tide, so loud that people far away from the arena could faintly hear the noise.

After introducing the format of this year's preliminary rounds to the audience, the host shouted, "Now, let's welcome our contestants from Round A to the stage!!"

Let's welcome them with the warmest applause!

*Clap clap clap clap!*

Amid thunderous applause, Leon, Goku, Sanji, and other contestants who appeared in Round A walked out of a tunnel.

"Robin, look! Goku and Sanji are over there!"

The sharp-eyed Nami spotted the two immediately and cheered excitedly, "Hey!! Goku!! Sanji!! We're here!!"

Unfortunately, the applause and cheers at the scene were too loud, and even though she shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice was completely drowned out by the sound waves and could not be heard by Goku and Sanji.

Seeing this, Robin smiled and crossed his arms in front of him.

A few seconds later, Goku and Sanji looked up at the same time, looking in their direction.

After scanning the area a few times, the two quickly spotted Nami and Robin, waving their arms and smiling broadly.

"Huh? They heard me?" Nami wondered, but her hands didn't stop moving. She waved her arms even more enthusiastically and shouted, "Go Goku!! Sanji!!"

What she didn't know was that Robin had actually used her Devil Fruit power to tell Goku and Sanji their location, which allowed them to find them so quickly.

On the field, amidst cheers from the audience, forty contestants stepped onto their respective rings.

The host, holding the microphone, waited for the audience to gradually quiet down before speaking: "Before the competition begins, I want to repeat the competition rules once again."

"First, injuries that could kill a competitor are strictly prohibited during the competition!"

"Secondly, the use of any weapons is strictly prohibited during the competition! This includes external means such as poison and fog!"

"Third, in this elimination round, there is only one situation that will result in elimination: if the fighter falls off the ring and any part of their body touches the ground!"

Fourth, there is no time limit for the match; when only one fighter remains in the ring, that fighter is declared the winner!

"If the last two wrestlers fall off the ring at the same time, don't worry, we have placed video dennbushi around the ring to replay the footage and identify who was the last person to touch the ground."

"All players, did you all hear me clearly?"

"Understood!" The contestants nodded, their eyes scanning their opponents on the stage, considering who they would attack first.

After completing all the formalities, the host scanned the audience, raised his arm, and shouted at the top of his lungs, veins bulging on his neck: "Now, I declare the Round A elimination rounds officially open!!"

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

As soon as the host finished speaking, the sounds of intense physical collisions immediately rang out from the ring.

Almost all the players started moving and attacked their chosen targets.

On arena number 1, a burly man with squinty eyes locked his sights on Leon and charged straight at him.

"I've put up with you for too long! You filthy-mouthed bastard, I'm going to beat your lousy mouth to a pulp!"

He had been criticized by Leon before, and if he hadn't known that fighting before the match would result in disqualification, he would have wanted to fight back long ago.

He was fortunate to be placed in the same ring as his opponent, and he was overjoyed, thinking only of giving his opponent a good beating to vent his anger.

"Hahaha! That's interesting. I advise you to get eye surgery as soon as possible to make your bean sprout-like eyes bigger. Otherwise, you won't even know your own worth."

Leon stood there with his hands in his pockets, his mouth smelling like it had been smeared with feces, so foul that it made the squinty-eyed man's face turn red.

"I'll tear your mouth apart right now!"

The squinty-eyed man's fists slammed into Leon's face like cannonballs.

Leon swayed his body from side to side, dodging all of his attacks.

While dodging, he taunted, "Yo yo yo! Where are you hitting? Open your eyes wider, or you won't be able to see clearly."

"Hey, can you really see anything? I can't even see a slit. You're not actually blind, are you?"

Under his mockery, the squinty-eyed man's anger flared up, and his punches became faster and faster, reaching a level he had never experienced before.

Even so, he still never managed to hit Leon once.

Leon, seemingly having had his fill of fun, smirked, "You can't even see the difference in strength between us? Your eyes really need fixing. Get out of here!"

After saying that, he suddenly swung his right leg and slapped the squinty-eyed man hard, kicking him out of the ring.

"We see! Another fighter has fallen off the ring in ring number 1! This is the fifth fighter to fall off the ring in this round of eliminations!"

"Currently, three contestants have already fallen from arena number 3, making it the arena with the most eliminations among the four! Will it be the first to determine the winner of this round?"

Let's wait and see!

The host's commentary heightened the atmosphere of the competition, with all the spectators shouting passionately and their eyes constantly darting between the four arenas, trying to capture all the exciting moments.

Goku dodged a burly man who was attacking him, and after hearing the host's voice, he couldn't help but want to look at the No. 3 arena where Sanji was.

"Were those three eliminated by Sanji?"

But before he could see clearly, the burly man whose attack he had dodged attacked again.

"Kid! This isn't a place for playing house, get down here right now!"

The burly man swung his fan-like hand and slammed it down on Wukong, trying to knock him off the stage.

But Wukong wasn't about to let him have his way. He easily leaped aside, making a face as he did so: "Screw it!! I'm not going down!"

Enraged, the big man reached out with both hands to grab Wukong, but in the blink of an eye, he suddenly found that Wukong had disappeared right under his nose.

"Huh? Where did that brat run off to?"

He turned his head left and right, constantly searching for Wukong's figure, but little did he know that Wukong was right behind him.

Wukong stretched out his palm and pushed towards the big man's leg, but halfway there, he withdrew four fingers and only used his index finger to gently tap the big man's calf.

"Eee ...

In an instant, the big man felt his body stumble and uncontrollably took several steps forward before his feet slipped and he fell face-first off the stage with a thud.

"Hehe, I've been eliminated too!"

Witnessing this scene, Wukong grinned and gave a thumbs-up to the audience around him.

Many viewers were taken aback for a moment, but then surprisingly, they didn't question Wukong's performance. Instead, they cheered loudly, "Little brother! Well done!!"

"Go for it, little brother! I believe in you!!"

Among them, Nami's voice was the loudest. She had already stood up, raised her hands, and shouted with all her might, "Goku!! Go!! Eliminate everyone else too!!!"

Beside her, Robin smiled gently. Although she didn't cheer for Goku like Nami did, she was silently encouraging him in her heart.

After a while, her gaze swept to other arenas, and she happened to see something that made her pupils shrink slightly.

On ring number 3, Sanji, with his hands in his pockets, kicked a fighter who was attacking him out of the ring, looking relaxed and carefree.

But he was not careless, keeping a glimpse of one of the contestants on the stage.

Just now, he achieved a double kill, which is considered one of the best performances among the current players.

But on the stage where he was, among the nine ordinary and unthreatening contestants in his eyes, there was one who performed even better than him.

So far, four contestants have been successfully eliminated!

Moreover, two of the contestants were easily knocked off the ring by their opponent while they were attacking each other together.

"That guy is a formidable rival."

Sanji's expression turned serious.

At that moment, after he eliminated the sixth contestant, the arena fell into an eerie silence.

Apart from the contestant he cared about, the remaining two contestants had already huddled together, their eyes warily scanning back and forth between the two eliminated champions.

They clearly knew that Sanji and his companion were the most formidable opponents in the ring, and that if they wanted to win, they would have to defeat them together first.

Sanji ignored the two contestants and looked at the one who made him take the competition seriously.

The contestant was a young man, dressed in a plain white long shirt, with his hair half-tied up, tied in the front and left out in the back.

He wasn't particularly handsome, but he had a pair of jet-black, shiny eyes that were as clear as obsidian, making it easy for people to feel a sense of goodwill towards him.

Seeing Sanji looking at him, the young man smiled slightly, gestured to the two huddled fighters, and then took the lead in walking towards them.

Sanji understood his meaning: they needed to eliminate the two gang-up fighters first, which suited his purposes perfectly.

So he followed closely behind and walked towards the group of players.

The two fighters who were sticking together were immediately on high alert when they saw Sanji and the young man walking towards them from the left and right sides, respectively, and cold sweat began to seep from their foreheads.

They exchanged a glance, knowing that sticking together was no longer a good idea, so they gritted their teeth and charged at their respective opponents.

The next second, two loud thuds rang out outside the arena, and only Sanji and the young man remained on the arena.

"My name is Sanji. What's yours?"

Sanji stood facing the young man, not rushing to attack, but instead taking the initiative to ask his name, indicating his approval of him.

"Ah Xing".

The young man smiled slightly.

"Ah Xing, I understand."

Sanji nodded calmly, then his gaze sharpened.

"No matter how strong you are, I will defeat you. After all, I made a promise to a lady and I will keep it."

He lunged forward, swinging his long, black legs, and slashed down fiercely at his opponent.

But just as his thigh was about to strike, his pupils suddenly contracted.

With just a slight sidestep, his opponent perfectly dodged his leg strike. At the same time, his opponent's left fist slammed into his abdomen at an angle he had no time to react to!

Bang! !

Sanji endured the pain and took two steps back under the impact of the opponent's punch. He turned his toes on the ground, and his body spun around. His long, whip-like legs tore through the air and lashed out at the opponent.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, his supporting leg was suddenly struck by a heavy force.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that Ah Xing had somehow crouched down and delivered a sweeping kick to his only supporting leg.

Under the attack of this force, Sanji could no longer maintain his balance and was about to fall backward.

But Ah Xing grabbed Sanji's long leg that was about to attack, and used the momentum to spin him around twice on the ring.

He then suddenly released his grip, and Sanji flew out of the ring like an arrow, crashing heavily outside the ring.

A second after this happened, the host reacted and shouted into the microphone at the top of his lungs, "Ring Three! The winner of Ring Three has been decided!!"

"Let's congratulate the winner who successfully advanced to the knockout stage!! He is..."

After glancing at the name pointed to on the list held up in front of him by the staff member, the host paused for a second before shouting at the top of his lungs, "That's our contestant, Ah Xing!!!"