Youth Group Competition

Goten was in pain, and so was Trunks. Damn it, you have to fight with adults, and a bunch of kids are bullies. Trunks killed a blond kid who looked awesome but was actually a scumbag with one kick. Then it was Sun Wutian's turn.

"Ixai, be serious, don't be careless like my brother," a wealthy aunt sitting next to Wulong shouted loudly with her duck-like voice.

"Goten, be gentle," Qiqi, who was across from Oolong and Bulma, also encouraged Sun Wutian, but she was afraid that Sun Wutian would strike too hard. Before Trunks and Sun Wutian fought, it was very difficult. Boring.

"Tch, how can my noble son be against you unqualified children again? What a bad luck," the rich aunt glanced at Qiqi and said unwillingly.

Bulma on the side said sarcastically with a proud look on her face, "Hey, I was wondering why this stupid boy is so stupid. It turns out he is the younger brother of that stupid boy. No wonder he is so stupid."

"Don't expect another miracle. If you take care of this kid in a while, you will know how powerful he is," the rich aunt retorted loudly.

Sun Wutian yawned with a bored look on his face. This kind of opponent was completely unmotivated.

"Hmph, this little guy, with so many spectators, give him some color," the guy named Iksai looked at Sun Wutian's short body with contempt and said with disdain.

"Well, this kid...," the blond host stared at Sun Wutian's familiar face and hairstyle, and had the answer in his mind, "Sun Wutian, oh, he must be Sun Wukong's son. He looks so similar, almost exactly the same."

"Game start."

As the host shouted, Ixai made his gestures and said with a proud smile, "A brat like you actually has the courage to stand on this arena."

"Take the move, murderous punch," Iksai punched Sun Wutian in the face with great momentum.

So slow, this was Sun Wutian's only thought. Looking at this fist that was as slow as a tortoise, Sun Wutian blocked it with a light finger.

"Oh oh oh oh," Iksai was a little embarrassed when he saw that his fist was blocked, and he swept his leg towards Sun Wutian. Sun Wutian blocked it with just a slight block.

"It seems like there are two moments," Iksai exchanged his legs and bounced on the ground. The wealthy aunt said proudly with a confident look on her face, "Oh, hehe, Iksai is going to start fighting seriously!"

"Haaaah."

Iksai shouted, hitting Sun Wutian with both fists wildly. Sun Wutian sighed, "Oh, it's boring."

Sun Wutian suddenly punched Iksai in the left eye, and a black eye suddenly appeared, and Iksai staggered around.

"It feels a little weird."

Sun Wutian frowned and punched Iksai's right eye again, another panda eye.

"That's pretty much it."

Sun Wutian looked at Iksai who fell to the ground with satisfaction. The dark circles under his eyes that were aligned on the left and right sides of Iksai's face looked much more balanced. He clapped his hands and walked off the stage.

"The Iksai player lost consciousness, and the Sun Wutian player won." The host looked at Iksai and found that he had just passed out, and immediately announced that Sun Wutian was the winner.

"Lulu."

The rich aunt looked in disbelief. Bulma proudly stuck out her tongue and made a face at her. The aunt angrily threw herself at Bulma, "I can't bear it anymore."

Big Mom looked like she was going to fight Bulma desperately, but Chi Chi knocked her unconscious with a punch, "Just be quiet for a while!"

The game was very boring, basically just kids fighting, with both Trunks and Sun Wuten killing their opponents with one move.

Finally, it’s time to reach the most critical and final championship and runner-up finals, Trunks vs. Sun Wutian.

"Dear viewers, the junior championship final is about to begin. Trunks or Sun Wutian, who will be the final winner? Both young players entered the final with an absolute advantage. It is worth mentioning that they are still good friends. Woolen cloth."

The blond host introduced Sun Wutian and Trunks who were standing on the stage. In the lounge, Satan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and smoked a cigar. He glanced at the infield staff of the martial arts club and said nonchalantly, "Oh, These two little guys are awesome.”

"This game will be interesting, Mr. Satan might as well go and see it," said the bespectacled infielder.

"Okay, I'll go take a look. Anyway, I have to fight against the little guy who won the championship," Satan exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Finally, we've been waiting for a wonderful match," Klin put his hands on the railing and looked at the two people on the stage.

"yes."

Sun Wuhan, who came in a hurry, jogged all the way to join the crowd, "You must have been waiting for a long time, the preliminaries have just ended."

"It's so slow to get a new machine," Kling complained.

"It's just the right time, their game is just about to begin," Sun Wukong said with a smile.

"The finals of the Junior Division of the World's No. 1 Budokai begin now."

The two of them saluted each other to show respect, then made gestures and looked at each other with fighting intent.

Hey, why does this kid look so familiar? Satan stared at Sun Wutian's face and pinched his chin in memory.

"ha."

"tuan."

Son Wuten's eyes narrowed and he instantly transformed into a Super Saiyan, shocking everyone.

"Super Saiyan, boy Goten, didn't you agree not to transform," Sun Gohan said angrily as he watched Sun Wutian's transformation.

"Wow, Goten can already transform into a Super Saiyan," Sun Wukong was shocked. His son, who was only seven years old, could transform into a Super Saiyan. It really shocked him.