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"So? You two passed the preliminary rounds, right?" Master Roshi asked, knowing the answer already.

"hey-hey."

Both Goku and Krillin grinned.

"Well done, you two deserve praise!" Master Roshi praised.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament is about to begin. Please have the eight contestants assemble inside the martial arts hall."

At that moment, the radio began broadcasting news about the World Martial Arts Tournament.

Goku and Krillin quickly climbed over the wall and entered the martial arts hall.

Inside the guild hall.

All eight contestants gathered together.

To be precise, there are 7 contestants; the 8th one hasn't arrived yet.

"Hey, everyone get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Just then, a fat man covered in flies and looking disheveled walked over from a distance.

This person is so disgusting that words cannot describe it.

"Wow……"

Little Wukong immediately covered his nose.

It stinks!

Why does this guy smell so bad?

Everyone present, except for Klin, covered their noses.

"Who is this guy?" Klin asked.

"He's a tough guy to deal with. He has a strange strength, and what's most terrifying is that he's never taken a bath in his life. He stinks to high heaven," Le Ping said with a dark face. "The fighters who fight him have to cover their noses, which puts them in a defensive position."

"What kind of world is this...? Is filth considered a weapon?" Klin wiped his sweat.

"My nose is as sensitive as a dog's, it's unbearable!" Little Wukong was brought to tears by the stench.

"Contestants, please gather here." The referee then stepped forward. "In order to determine the opponents and order of the matches as quickly as possible, contestants whose names are called, please come up and draw lots."

The contestants went up one by one to draw lots.

The group stage for the competition was quickly concluded.

"The match is about to begin. Please wait here to enter the arena," the referee announced.

"Hey, where's lunch?" Little Wukong asked.

"Didn't you have lunch before the match?" the referee asked. "Why don't you eat after the match?"

"I'm hungry," Little Wukong replied.

"Prepare lunch for him," the referee instructed the staff.

"Okay, please follow me." The staff member nodded.

"Krillin, aren't you hungry?" Goku turned to ask Krillin.

"Stop joking, I'm too nervous to eat." Klin shook his head.

What time is it and you're still eating?

Do you still feel like eating?

Little Wukong ignored all of that and went into the kitchen for a hearty meal.

"The little guy can really eat, just like me, he can never get enough of food," Bardos chuckled. "But the food here seems pretty average."

"Being able to eat is a good thing; it means he's in good health," Fang Yun said with a smile.

“Actually, I’m more looking forward to his performance on the field,” Bardos pondered. “After these eight months of training, his Ultra Instinct has already made a small start… Fang Yun, what do you think he would become if he grasped it to a deeper level? Would he become Ultra Instinct Omen?”

"Probably not, but there's a high chance it will become Super Saiyan God," Fang Yun replied.

“Super Saiyan God…that’s ridiculously powerful…this transformation could kill someone.” Vados chuckled.

"I probably don't have the conditions to transform into a Super Saiyan God yet, but it'll be soon," Fang Yun said with a smile.

……

"Distinguished guests, thank you for your patience. The 21st World Martial Arts Tournament is now officially open for business," the referee announced loudly, displaying the match-up list to the large audience.

First match: Klin vs. Bactrian.

Second match: Qiong vs. Leping.

The third match: Namu vs. Lanfang.

Fourth match: Goku vs. Kirou.

"Next, let's begin our first match, between Klin and Bactrian," the referee announced. "The champion of this tournament will receive a prize of 500,000 yuan. Before the first match begins, please welcome our martial arts tournament director to give a speech."

Chapter 598 Klin, you have no nose!

A dog-headed, human-bodied person walked into the venue and picked up the microphone.

"Wang!"

The curator barked.

"Thank you," the referee said quickly.

The audience was stunned.

"Now, let's begin the first match. Please welcome our two players to the arena," the referee announced.

"Go for it, Krillin! You have to beat him!" Goku shouted to Krillin.

"Okay." Klin nodded, but stepped into the arena with trepidation.

That fat bastard is already waiting on the stage.

"This is the youngest competitor in this tournament, he's only 13 years old," the referee said, covering his nose with a handkerchief. "And this is Bactrian, who has never taken a bath in his life."

Many viewers covered their noses.

Bulma and the others also held their noses.

That guy really stinks.

"Is that bald guy the one who trains with Goku?" Wulong asked.

"Where did that old man Master Roshi go at this crucial moment? This is his disciple's competition!" Bulma said.

"Alright, the first match is officially starting!" the referee announced.

"Dangdang!"

The staff struck a gong.

The stinky fat man reeked so badly that Klin was trembling with fear.

"Hey!"

The fat guy suddenly attacked Krillin, who quickly jumped to dodge.

"Come here! Let me let you smell my bad breath!" the fat man said, opening his mouth wide and exhaling a breath of foul air.

Klin felt weak all over and almost collapsed to the ground.

"Let me show you this." The fat man reached into his pants and rubbed his hands together, then put his fingers to Klin's lips.

Klin turned pale and collapsed to the ground.

"Krillin, stand up now!" Goku shouted, covering his nose.

"Athlete Klin has been knocked to the ground by the stench; he couldn't stand the attack of bad breath and the stench from his groin," the referee announced loudly, wearing a gas mask.

"puff……"

The fat guy turned his butt towards Klin's head and let out a stinky fart.

"He farted again! It was practically a stench offense. Buckleyan's three powerful attacks have rendered Klin unable to stand up any longer," the referee explained.

"You brat! I'll kick you to death!" The fat guy kicked Klin repeatedly.

Klin let out a series of screams of agony.

"This lightning-fast attack knocked Klin down before he could even launch an attack," the referee said.

"How pitiful..."

"It's no longer possible."

The audience was also holding their breath for Klin.

So sad!

What bad luck it must be to encounter such a shameless player.

The staff also started counting from the side.

Before I knew it, I had counted to 7.

"Stand up! Krillin! You can't lose to him!" Goku shouted.

Klin ignored him.

Little Goku, why don't you try being a fighter like this?

It stinks.

This kind of biological attack... it's impossible for me to defend against it.

Hmm, this falls under the category of magical attack, right?

Klin felt like dying.

"Krillin, think about it carefully. That stench is just in your mind because you don't have a nose," Goku suddenly realized and quickly said to Krillin.

Klin's eyes lit up as he suddenly realized what was happening.