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"Sister, have you heard?" Weiss asked, looking at Bardos.

“What?” Bardos asked.

“My father said that Fang Yun might not be the Great King,” Weiss said thoughtfully.

"What? He's not the Great King?" Bardos immediately spat out the tea she had just drunk, her beautiful eyes widening in disbelief.

“That’s exactly what Father said,” Weiss nodded.

“Impossible. I’ve had contact with him. I can’t be wrong.” Bardos still couldn’t believe her own judgment.

"Perhaps we really were wrong?" Weiss pondered. "Do you still remember the aura that King Daquan possessed back then?"

“How could I not remember? I knew that the Great King was going to be reincarnated, so I remembered it long ago,” Bardos replied.

"That's strange. Why did Father say it wasn't Fang Yun?" Weiss was a little confused.

"Could it be... that there really was a mistake?" Bardos wiped her sweat.

I spent several days on it and almost got myself into trouble.

So, Fang Yun wasn't the reincarnation of the Great King.

Although Bardos had some doubts about her father's words, she also knew very well that her father never lied.

High Priest, there's no need to lie about something like this.

The High Priest wouldn't fabricate such a pointless lie just to prevent the angels from contacting the Great King.

Since her father said so, Bardos figured there was probably something wrong with it.

"So all our efforts were for nothing?" Bardos said with a wry smile.

“That’s right,” Weiss sighed.

"Then, where is the real Great King?" Bardos looked up at the sky.

"Perhaps in another universe?" Weiss guessed.

"If it really is in another universe, then it's probably not meant for us." Bardos looked dejected.

Weiss: "..."

Yes, it's not meant to be!

This is the worst possible outcome.

"Never mind, I'm going back." After saying that, Bardos transformed into a dazzling flame and disappeared in an instant.

……

Time flies.

A year later, Sun Wukong mastered teleportation and teleported directly back from Yardrat.

That day, Vegeta found Goku, and the two had a good fight.

Soon, Vegeta left looking disheveled, and trained even harder.

Six more years have passed.

Son Gohan has grown up and turned 16. He has entered Orange Star High School in Orange Star City to study.

On this day, Gohan brought back news from his classmate that the World Martial Arts Tournament had been reopened.

In fact, the martial arts tournament was restarted three years ago, but Sun Wukong and the others just hadn't paid attention to it.

"The World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament? Come to think of it, I really miss it." Sun Wukong scratched his head.

"Dad, should we go?" Son Gohan asked.

Speaking of which, Gohan has been a bit tired of studying lately and is really looking forward to participating in a martial arts tournament so he can have a good fight.

"Will your mother agree?" Sun Wukong was a little worried.

Qiqi would definitely not agree.

“If you win the championship, there’s a lot of prize money. I heard it’s 1000 million,” Son Gohan said with a smile.

"1000 million? Is that a lot?" Sun Wukong had no sense of numbers.

"Enough for our family to eat for a long time," Gohan said, scratching his head and laughing.

Chapter 134, Number 18: Let's participate too!

"Gohan, go tell your mother." Son Goku nodded.

Son Gohan immediately told his mother the news.

When Qiqi heard that there would be such a large prize for winning the martial arts tournament, she immediately agreed without hesitation.

“But Gohan, it’s a bit boring if it’s just the two of us participating in the martial arts tournament,” Goku said thoughtfully, resting his chin on his hand. “Go and tell Piccolo and Krillin.”

"Is Daddy going to find Uncle Fang Yun?" Gohan's expression changed slightly. "Don't let Uncle Fang Yun participate! He can just wave his hand and we'll disappear. How will we fight then?"

"I don't want Fang Yun to participate; I want Broly, who's with Fang Yun, to participate," Sun Wukong said with a smile.

"Broly? That guy with the long tail?" Gohan was taken aback.

"Dad thinks this Broly is unfathomable, and may have already surpassed Dad in his current abilities," Sun Wukong pondered.

"Huh? No way? He's already surpassed Dad?" Gohan was a little incredulous.

“Gohan, think about it. Seven years ago, Broly could easily defeat Cell,” Goku replied. “Seven years have passed, and although our strength has greatly improved and we can easily defeat Cell from seven years ago, don’t forget that Broly should also be growing. At least Dad thinks that Broly can’t stand still.”

“Broly has a tail, and Vegeta says he’s not a Saiyan.” Gohan scratched his head. “But why do I feel like he is a Saiyan?”

“Perhaps Gohan is right, he might really be a surviving Saiyan.” Goku nodded. “Alright, I’ll go see Broly and Vegeta and tell them about the martial arts tournament.”

"Yes, Dad, I'll go tell Uncle Piccolo and Uncle Krillin right away," Gohan replied.

"Shh!"

Sun Wukong used Instant Transmission to appear next to Broly in the blink of an eye.

"It stinks so bad..."

Sun Wukong quickly covered his nose.

Broly: "..."

"Hey, I'm in the bathroom, what are you doing barging in here?" Broly glared at Goku.

"It was an accident, purely an accident," Sun Wukong said, scratching his head.

After coming out of the restroom, Goku told Broly about the martial arts tournament.

"Martial Arts Tournament? What does that mean?" Broly didn't know much about this kind of thing.

"How should I put it? It's like people from this world competing in a ring to vie for the title of the best in the world," Sun Wukong explained.

“That seems interesting,” Broly said thoughtfully, “but I need to ask the boss for his opinion.”

"The boss you're talking about, is it Fang Yun?" Sun Wukong asked.

Broly rolled his eyes at Goku.

Isn't that obvious?

Who else could I possibly accuse?

After living on Earth for so many years, Broly has changed from being a man of few words to being more talkative.

"Oh? The World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament?" Fang Yun looked at Sun Wukong thoughtfully after hearing the news.

"Ahem... Fang Yun, you really shouldn't participate. If you just wave your hand, we'll all disappear. It'll be so boring if we fight." Sun Wukong, being straightforward, voiced his concerns.

"In all these years, when have you ever seen me participate in a martial arts tournament?" Fang Yun smiled.

“That’s true…” Sun Wukong scratched his head.

“Go ahead, Broly, I don’t object.” Fang Yun agreed to Broly’s request.

"Thank you, boss," Broly said quickly.

"Broly, I'm waiting, I'm waiting to fight you properly!" Goku's face was full of anticipation. "Oh, right, I also need to inform Vegeta."

"Go ahead," Fang Yun nodded.

"Shh!"

Sun Wukong used teleportation to disappear in an instant.

"What martial arts tournament?" Vegeta asked calmly.

"This is a martial arts tournament held on Earth..." Goku explained. "Gohan and I will both participate. Gohan has also informed Piccolo and Krillin, and I believe they will also be there."

"Hmph, boring." Vegeta snorted. "Why don't we find a proper place to have a proper fight? Why limit ourselves to the ring?"

“It’s different…” Sun Wukong scratched his head, “Oh right, Broly is participating too.”

"Broly? The Saiyan you're talking about? The lackey who's with Fang Yun?" Vegeta sneered.

"Yes, it's him. Is he really not a Saiyan?" Sun Wukong asked.

“Saiyans don’t become someone else’s underlings,” Vegeta chuckled.

Sun Wukong: "..."

I seem to remember you used to be Frieza's underling.

Never mind, I'd better not say anything.

"Kakarot, what kind of look is that?" Vegeta roared.

"But Broly has a tail, isn't he really not a Saiyan?" Goku changed the subject.

"Everyone with a long tail is a Saiyan? You're ridiculous, Kakarot." Vegeta laughed. "The universe is so big, there are plenty of people with long tails, you ignorant fool."

"Whatever, it doesn't matter if he's not a Saiyan. If he were a Saiyan, he could defeat Perfect Cell in his normal state. What if he became a Super Saiyan..." Goku said in a deep voice.

Vegeta's face changed color.

This is fucking...

How could I have forgotten about this?