Dragon Ball Legend of Ayaka

Chapter 280

"Dong!" With a loud knocking sound, the 29th Martial Arts Tournament officially began.

The audience in the stands immediately became excited. The large Martial Arts Tournament, which could accommodate ten thousand people, was noisy for a moment. The audience cheered loudly and cheered for the players they supported. The cheers and shouts echoed throughout the audience.

Ayaka was sitting on the second floor of the viewing platform. From this position, he could clearly see every player stepping into the arena.

After the rules of the Martial Arts Tournament changed, many situations also changed. The most obvious thing was that the preliminaries were canceled. It couldn't be said that the preliminaries were canceled, but the preliminaries would end in another way. Because the registration date was more than a month ahead of schedule, the organizers had plenty of time to arrange it. Moreover, the Martial Arts Tournament had become a mainstream competition, so it was very necessary to set up a regular competition outside the arena with power level as the threshold.

The real Martial Arts Tournament began with the promotion competition.

But even so, there were still many contestants who would enter the Martial Arts Tournament. They would be able to decide the champion in a week.

"Du" The referee blew the whistle. The morning match had ended.

The audience was still unsatisfied. After they walked out of the venue, they gathered into groups of three to five and continued to discuss their feelings towards the matches.

The afternoon matches would be held at one o'clock, enough for the audience to have a good rest after finishing their meal.

Ayaka and the others walked on the shaded path, chatting happily.

The descendants of the Dragon Ball Warriors were Son Goten, Trunks, Marron, and Pan. Although Son Gohan was of the same generation as them, he participated in the battle earlier, and was considered to be from Krillin's time. Among them, because Son Goten and Trunks were much stronger than the people on Earth, there was no point in participating in the martial arts tournament. As girls, Marron and Bullla didn't seem to be very interested in martial arts either. In the end, only Son Gohan's daughter, Pan, participated in the martial arts tournament.

In the afternoon, the competition continued like a raging fire. Compared to the contestants in the morning, their standards were obviously much higher. Most of them were elites from various martial arts centers, so participating in the competition was not without the intention of making a name for themselves.

"By the way, which competition is Pan in?"

Krillin yawned out of boredom. These martial artists of the younger generation could be considered outstanding, but the Dragon Ball Warriors were all experienced fighters. It was inevitable for them to feel a bit of aesthetic fatigue after watching such a small scene.

Marron let out an "oh" and took the lead to take over a small booklet and flip through it. She pointed at a note on it and said, "It's here. It's about three in the afternoon. It's arranged for the 53rd match."

"In other words, there's still more than an hour?" Krillin leaned against the railing.

"Ah, you guys are here" A slightly surprised voice sounded. A golden-haired old man ran over quickly. When he arrived in front of Krillin and the others, he held their hands and shook them vigorously. His expression was very excited.

Krillin was a little confused. When he looked at them, he suddenly realized.

"So it's you. Aren't you hosting the next competition? Why do you have time to come up?"

This golden-haired old man was an old acquaintance of theirs. He was the host of the World Martial Arts Tournament in the past. It could be said that he had watched the Dragon Ball Warriors grow up step by step.

After so many years, he was already old.

The old host smiled, "There are some things that I have already handed over to the young people to do. Hehe, you are the pioneers who founded the Great Martial Arts Era. I also want to nurture a few heirs!"

Ayaka glanced at him,

When he saw the young man on the martial arts arena who was 80 similar to the golden-haired host, a smile appeared on his face. The commentator who was in full swing hosting the competition should be the descendant of the old host. He really wanted to pull the entire family into the martial arts career.

"Ah! These children are your descendants?" The old host looked at Bulla, Pan and the others with some surprise. He had seen Son Goten and Trunks when they were still young, but he did not know Marron, Bulla, and Pan.

"Yes."

"Very good, very good. They are also participating in this competition?"

"Only she is participating." Ayaka touched Pan's head, and the little guy happily narrowed his eyes.

The old host nodded with interest, and the gaze he looked at Xiaofang revealed a bit of expectation. The descendants of the Dragon Ball Warriors must be extraordinary. He still clearly remembered the astonishing performance of Son Goten and Trunks, who were only seven or eight years old ten years ago. Therefore, although Pan was a girl and was still so young, he was still full of expectations.

After chatting happily with Ayaka and the others for a while, he left with a smile.

"Dad, is he very familiar with you?" Marron stroked the purple hair on her forehead.

"Yes, I have known your Uncle Wukong since we were young."

Krillin's expression was a little nostalgic. He couldn't help but smile. He recalled the first time he participated in the World Martial Arts Tournament. At that time, he felt very inferior. It was that Martial Arts Tournament that helped him regain his confidence. He stumbled along the way.

The spirit of the old host was admirable. He was an earthlingwho understood the Dragon Ball Warriors the most except for Bulma and Violet. He remembered that seventeen years ago, when Cell was playing the game, he had single-handedly brought a film team to the frontline to report.

The World Martial Arts Tournament was carried out in an orderly manner. Soon, it was Pan's turn.

"Pan, you can do it!"

"Pan, don't worry. Just use the strength you usually use during training." Son Goku instructed with a faint smile.

"En!" Pan clenched her fists, nodded vigorously, and then climbed onto the martial arts stage.

Pan's opponent was a strong and muscular man. He was two to three meters tall, and was as sturdy as the city wall. Compared to such an opponent, Pan's delicate body was like a leaf that could be blown up by the wind at any time.

"Hahaha, my opponent is actually a little girl. Even the heavens are helping me win this match. Little girl, do you want me to give you one hand?" The bare-chested man patted his chest and shouted extremely arrogantly.

"No need."

Pan shook her head and then looked at her opponent. She always remembered her grandfather and great-grandfather's teachings. No matter who her opponent was, she had to go all out.

"The competition begins!"

The young host announced loudly and then paid extra attention to Pan's actions. He could not understand why his father had asked him to pay extra attention to this little girl.

The competition began. The bare-chested big man shook his arms exaggeratedly.

Pan made a formal bow. Then, with a serious expression, she jumped up. Xiu! Pan's young body suddenly disappeared from the venue. In an instant, it appeared at the neck of the big man. When the big man was absent-minded, he turned in the air and slapped the big man in the face.

The bare-bodied man was sent flying and fell to the ground, causing several cracks to appear on the slate on the ground.

Pan continued to hit the opponent and knocked him out. Then, she lifted the collar of the opponent and threw him out of the venue. The muscular man, who was several meters tall, fell out of the field and was already unconscious.

The entire process was like an old cow pulling a heavy car. It was very funny.

The entire audience was silent. They were all stunned by the strength displayed by Pan.

After a long period of silence, the entire audience burst into earth-shattering shouts.

"Awesome!" The young host wiped his sweat. Only then did he understand why his father had made him pay extra attention to her. This child was actually such a powerful figure. As expected, the older the ginger, the spicier it was. His eyes were indeed sharp.

"In this match, Contestant Pan wins!" He picked up the microphone and announced the results of the match loudly.

In a corner, the old host watched the match on the arena with a spirited gaze. A smile appeared on his face as he said to himself, "As expected of Son Goku's granddaughter. She's so skilled at such a young age."

"Not bad."

Pan jumped off the arena. Ayaka patted her head proudly, messing up her hair.

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