While Goku was riding his Flying Nimbus towards Papaya Island, Martial artists from all over the world were also setting off.
In front of Master Roshi's house in the southeastern sea.
Master Roshi, Krillin, Yamcha, Bulma, Launch, Oolong, and the old turtle—a group of five people and their three pets—boarded a speedboat, heading towards the nearest airport.
"Finally, we're going to the World Martial Arts Tournament!"
Yamcha adjusted his tie, his tone full of anticipation.
Krillin also exclaimed excitedly:
"Yeah, I really want to test the results of my three years of training!"
In these three years, they had trained diligently, and their strength had improved significantly; they had even developed new techniques.
"It's been so long since I've seen Goku. Last time he came to borrow the Dragon Radar, I wasn't even home."
Bulma poked her head in.
Yamcha smiled and nodded:
"Yeah, Goku's probably on his way to the tournament, just like us!"
Krillin raised his right fist and chuckled:
"That Goku guy will be shocked when he sees how strong we've become."
He felt his current strength had surpassed Goku's when he fought at Baba's place.
Plus, he knew Goku's tail's weakness; this time, he might be able to defeat Goku and win the championship. Master Roshi, sitting in the back, adjusted his hat, thinking to himself:
"Those kids are still too green!"
To keep his disciples in check at this World Martial Arts Tournament, preventing them from becoming arrogant, he had been secretly training for the past three years.
Northern Sea.
A massive 10,000-ton ship was also heading towards Papaya Island.
On the deck of the giant ship, martial artists were engaged in various training exercises, preparing for the upcoming World Martial Arts Tournament.
On the highest deck, three martial artists dressed in Tsurugi-style martial arts uniforms looked down with disdain at the burly men training on the deck below.
"This bunch of chickens and dogs dare to participate in the World Martial Arts Tournament? It seems the tournament has truly declined."
An old man wearing a goose-head hat said to his two disciples:
"I heard that in the last World Martial Arts Tournament, that stinky turtle's disciple stole the show. This time, don't let me down."
"Don't worry, Master, the championship will definitely be mine!"
The young man with three eyes raised his chin, his face filled with an invincible confidence.
He had no reason to be unconfident.
Because his master was Master Crane, the world's number one martial artist, on par with Master Roshi, and he had already mastered the true essence of the Crane School.
Furthermore, his true strength has already surpassed that of his master, Master Crane, but he has been hiding it to save face for his master. With such strength, how could he possibly lose to anyone in the World Martial Arts Tournament?
"Shinhan is the strongest, he'll definitely be the champion!" The tiny, 1.2-meter-tall disciple of Master Crane, Chiaotzu, looked at his level-three senior brother, Tien Shinhan, with eyes full of admiration.
Master Crane stroked his beard, a smug smile spreading across his face.
"Just thinking about that stinky turtle's expression when he sees his disciple get beaten up by my disciple makes me want to laugh.
I'll definitely give him a good thrashing then."
"Haha...hahaha...hahahaha..."
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Just then, a cloud flew past rapidly above the giant ship.
An hour later, Goku leaped down from the Somersault Cloud, landing at the registration area in front of the Papaya Island venue.
"Hello, I want to register for the competition!"
The old monk, who had just finished setting up the registration table, was startled by Goku's sudden appearance, but quickly recovered and began registering.
"What's your name?"
"Son Goku."
"Oh, it's you. Okay, registration is complete." Upon hearing the name, the old monk adjusted his glasses and carefully examined Goku, a look of sudden realization dawning on his face.
He recognized the boy before him as the runner-up of the previous World Martial Arts Tournament.
"Did Krillin and Yamcha register?"
Goku looked at the registration form.
The old monk replied,
"You were the first to register."
"It seems they haven't arrived yet."
Upon hearing this, Goku nodded and walked to the shade of a nearby tree, sitting cross-legged to wait.
However, while waiting, a small magic circle quietly rose above his head.
The magic circle completely enveloped him.
Indeed, the magic circle was gravity magic, and moreover, it was gravity magic that had reached ten times the normal gravity.
Now, except when riding the Flying Nimbus, he would always use ten times gravity magic on himself.
Even when eating, sleeping, or going to the market, he would maintain this.
Because it only enveloped his head, the energy consumption was very small, basically slower than his body's recovery.
This allowed him to constantly practice, and his strength was continuously increasing."
As time went on, more and more people signed up.
About two hours later, Goku's eyes lit up, and he suddenly stood up.
He had sensed Krillin and the others' Ki.
Sure enough, not long after, two taxis stopped by the roadside, and Krillin and his group of five, along with their three pets, got out.
"Grandpa Master Roshi! Krillin! Bulma!"
Goku happily waved to everyone.
"How is everyone?"
"Long time no see, Goku!"
Seeing Goku, everyone immediately surrounded him excitedly.
Bulma even gave him a thumbs-up: "Of course I'm great!"
"I'm great too, very healthy."
Goku patted his strong body and giggled.
Everyone laughed along.
"Goku, you've grown so much in three years!"
Yamcha crossed his arms, looking quite impressed.
During the World Martial Arts Tournament, Goku was only one meter tall, but now he looks almost 1.3 metres.
Krillin walked over to Goku and compared himself to him, his face immediately showing envy and jealousy.
"Damn it, he's taller than me!"
Three years ago, Goku was only slightly taller than him, almost imperceptible unless you looked closely.
But now, Goku is almost 1.3 meters tall, while he's only 1.2 meters, making the difference very noticeable.
Furthermore, he's a year older than Goku.
He's sixteen now, while Goku is only fifteen.
"Hahahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter at the sight.
"Come on, register!"
While everyone was gathered around Goku, Master Roshi secretly went to the registration desk and registered himself with Jackie Chan's name.
Then he came back to call everyone to register.
After Yamcha and Krillin finished registering, Master Roshi looked at the magic circle above Goku's head and asked, "Goku, what's that on your head?"
"Yeah, Goku, I was just about to ask you that."
Krillin also looked puzzled.