The Eternals Who Travel the Worlds

Lu Yan took the registration card, smiled at the monk-looking staff, and turned to leave.

After the attention increased, the registration fee alone was enough for the organizer of the World's No. 1 Budokai to make a lot of money.

Not to mention the tickets for those spectators.

If you make more money, you will naturally not deal with it as hastily as before.

All contestants who register for the competition will have a registration card proving their identity as a contestant.

Of course, it says it's a card, but it's actually just a piece of copy paper used to enter the venue during the qualifiers.

Lu Yan casually stuffed the registration card into his pocket and prepared to take a stroll in the most prosperous city on earth.

…

The other side of the city of peace.

As the world's richest man and the owner of a capsule company, Bulma's estate is big enough for horse racing.

On the lawn of Bulma's manor, Kame Sen and Krillin were lying on beach chairs, looking relaxed.

Kame Sennin was wearing sunglasses, with his hands behind his head, looking at the huge parasol above his head, with a lewd smile on his lips. It seemed like he was thinking about something obscene.

It sounds like a coincidence.

Different from the original work, because Krillin has been practicing with Wukong and others in the eastern wasteland, Kame Sennin is bored staying on the island all the time.

In recent years, I occasionally leave the island to visit other places.

When he came to Bulma's house to rest, he happened to run into Krillin who was transporting Cell.

The master-disciple pair immediately started the salted fish mode.

"Teacher Wu Tian, ​​it's so lively outside."

Krillin's movements while lying on the beach chair were exactly the same as Kame Sento's, but his attention was focused on the hot air balloon in the sky.

Krillin was responsible for bringing the crazy Cell to Bulma for study, and originally planned to return to Kame Sennin's island after finishing it.

Unexpectedly, Kame Sennin was also at Bulma's house, so he simply followed his old and crooked master to lay his body in Bulma's house.

Turtle Immortal pulled down his sunglasses, glanced at it, and said, "This is the first martial arts club in the world that has started in advance."

Hearing this, Clin had a nostalgic look on his face.

"When the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament was held on Papaya Island before, there were not so many people."

"What, you want to try it?"

Turtle Immortal looked askance at Klin.

Klin waved his hands quickly, and then added in an old-fashioned way: "These contestants now don't even know how to use anger. It would be too much of a bully for me to go."

There is actually nothing wrong with what Klin said.

He also learned about the last Tenkaichi Martial Arts Tournament, and the final winner was a fighter who didn't even have any energy.

Krillin may be inconspicuous among Saiyans like Goku, but strictly speaking, he is really the strongest Earthling.

Naturally, I look down on such low-level opponents.

But his current level of strength is actually quite embarrassing.

At the top are Saiyans with hundreds of millions of fighting abilities, and at the bottom are these fighters who only know a little bit of boxing and kicking.

It's not easy to find an evenly matched opponent.

"Anyway, idle time is idle."

Turtle Immortal suddenly jumped down from the beach chair. The combination of his flexible movements and his old body created a strange harmony.

"I'll sign up for you. I heard that many beautiful girls will go to watch the game... Hehe... Hehe..."

Kame Immortal put his hands on his hips and walked swaggeringly outside the manor, giving Klin no chance to refute.

Klin watched Kamesenren disappear in a flash, and helplessly put his hand on his forehead.

Suddenly he seemed to think of something and murmured.

"The best martial arts club in the world... Speaking of which, I have never won a championship..."

…

Three days flew by.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Salutes exploded in the sky. Facing a national gathering like the World's No. 1 Budokai, the atmosphere in the entire peaceful city was unprecedentedly high.

Countless residents walked towards the venue with their families.

The circus performed various shows on the street, while slowly moving towards the venue of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Club.

"Hmm~"

Lu Yan yawned and woke up sleepily from a bench in the park.

Mainly because he had no money, so during the past three days, he had been wandering in the streets and alleys. When he got tired of wandering, he would just find a bench to lie down on.

"It's begun."

Lu Yan rubbed his face with his hands a few times. After he regained consciousness, he stood up and walked towards the venue.

Go to the back of the venue, which is the exclusive entrance for contestants.

The team that came to participate had already formed a long queue, and there were five or six staff at the front of the team checking and accepting the registration cards.

After confirmation, it will be released.

It is worth mentioning that since Mr. Satan won the championship.

The No. 1 Martial Arts Association under Heaven has carried out drastic reforms.

In order to increase attention, it is natural to first strengthen the sense of participation of ordinary people.

Therefore, the confrontation attribute of the qualifiers was completely stripped away, and selection was conducted using a strength tester instead.

The top eight in strength pass the qualifiers.

Like in Sun Wukong's time, it was still divided into eight districts by drawing lots, and the strongest in each district could participate in the final eight.

Probably because the real martial arts world is so cruel, that's why it was so niche in the first place.

Of course, the zoning process was still retained, and Lu Yan was assigned to District 5.

He sat in the players' lounge, his eyes briefly swept over the many contestants, and then he closed his eyes and waited quietly.

The perception provided by Symmetra told him that every player in this area was an ordinary person.

He didn't bother to care about what those ordinary people looked like.

"Boom!!!"

A staff member held a gong and struck it hard to silence the originally noisy hall.

Then another staff member came out to explain the selection process.

"The qualifiers have officially begun, please take the test in order according to your serial number!"

The number of contestants in a division is about two hundred. Lu Yan's serial number is 925, so he will have to wait for a while before it is his turn.

Fortunately, each player can only test three times at most, so even if the ink is stained, the delay will not be long.

"The final score of No. 861 is 126 pounds. Please prepare the next player..."

"152 pounds..."

"142 pounds..."

It can be seen from the test results that these contestants are basically just stronger ordinary people, and it is difficult to arouse the amazement of others.

"The test will start on 924th, please be ready on 925th."

After hearing the staff's voice.

Lu Yan calmly walked to the boxing tester and waited quietly.

What he is thinking about now is how much strength he should use in order to advance without destroying the machine.

It would be a bit embarrassing if there was a strong person in another area and he couldn't advance.