Earth, at Bulma's house.
Aaron, Bulma, and Launch were soaking in the hot spring.
Bulma said, "So that's how you're confident you can make her chase you. You're going to show off!"
"A custor you bring in through proactive marketing is never as accurate as a custor attracted by the product's own charm. You're applying business principles."
"Tell , which young girl isn't obsessed with stars?"
"Back in the day, I almost got… but luckily they were just pretty boys, defeated by one elbow from Goku. Cough, never mind…"
"But Hubby, your plan is brilliant!"
"You have strength, money, looks, and after becoming champion, you'll have status."
Bulma gave Aaron a thumbs-up.
Launch's face was full of curiosity. She asked, "Do you need my help? Maybe I could dress up as a competitor pursuing you?"
Aaron laughed, "Do you think I need it?"
"Don't you?"
"The strong only need to modestly demonstrate their strength. The weak use all sorts of bizarre tricks. Besides, if I did that and she found out after marrying her, it would be ammunition for a lifeti of criticism."
Aaron deeply understood this from experience.
In his past life, when he was pursuing his wife, he told too many lies. After marriage, his wife nagged him for years about the promises he couldn't keep…
He never had a response each ti.
…
Soon, the World Martial Arts Tournant began.
Aaron found an assistant. Piccolo owed him a favor from last ti, and now he called it in early.
Aaron put on a Power Level detecting scouter, adjusted it to the lowest multiplier, allowing him to accurately judge the opponent's weak Power Level.
This tiline's No.21, Vomi, had a Power Level of 17.
It can be seen that she had so ability.
"Piccolo, that guy is going to fight Vomi next. His power Level is also 17, not safe. Tie him up!"
"Piccolo, that guy is going to fight Vomi next. Power Level 18. Tie him up!"
"Piccolo… tie him up!"
"Goku, you will be narrowly defeated in your next fight. Get the money from Bulma and leave."
"That guy's Power Level is only 5. If he wins, he'll fight my wife. It's ti to give her so confidence, let her advance well."
"Damn, Vomi is fighting Vegeta next! Damn it, why is this guy also here stomping low-level players?"
Piccolo frowned: "Aaron, I can't tie up this one."
Aaron waved his hand and said, "Forget it. I have to wait for my next fight anyway. I'll handle this one!"
"I'll have to beat him up too. Titanium alloy steel cables will be needed for tying."
"Go prepare, Piccolo!"
Piccolo's mouth twitched, then he nodded and left.
Fifteen minutes later, Vegeta was inexplicably ambushed, a bag thrown over his head, beaten badly, and locked in a small dark room.
He was also tied up with steel cables, twisted like a pretzel. When he woke up, he couldn't break free.
"Damn it, who did this? Such a despicable thing to do!"
"It's a tournant, and they cheat!"
Vegeta was furious.
'I am the proud Prince of Saiyans, reduced to soone who gets tied up!'
'So infuriating!'
…
At the tournant venue.
"Aaron defeats Ranfan. Congratulations to Mr. Aaron for advancing to the semi-finals."
'Goku forfeits. Congratulations to Miss Tokui Sora for advancing to the semi-finals."
"Contestant Vegeta tid out, deed to have forfeited. Congratulations to Miss Vomi for advancing to the semi-finals!"
"Contestant Satan defeats Talik. Congratulations to Mr. Satan for advancing to the semi-finals."
"Satan, Satan!"
Pleasant cheers rose from the crowd.
Aaron was a bit surprised.
'Does he already have popularity before winning the championship?'
Satan might not be strong at anything else, but he has a knack for showmanship.
Aaron felt that he should learn from Satan's style.
…
"Congratulations to Vomi for defeating Tokui Sora, advancing to the final."
"Congratulations to Aaron for defeating Satan, advancing to the final!"
"Wow, this handso guy actually defeated the unbeatable legend, Mr. Satan! So aweso!"
"I didn't expect him to be so handso and so strong!"
"I almost couldn't see clearly that combo he just did. Look how he beat Satan, completely powerless to fight back!"
"I don't admire Satan anymore. I want to be a fan of this guy, Aaron!"
"Aaron, Aaron!!!"
Soon, Aaron's na echoed through the crowd.
Seeing Aaron defeat that legendary figure, Vomi couldn't help but pay attention to him too.
Although Vomi was competitive, she was aware of her own strength.
There were many strong guys in the tournant, and they had all lost.
Her advancing to the final was purely due to luck.
Either her opponents were too weak, or they simply didn't show up.
Beating Tokui Sora in the semi-finals gave her back a little bit of confidence.
'My next opponent is him.'
'He's such a handso guy! But he can actually beat Mr. Satan, so he's definitely isn't a pretty boy.'
'Looks like I won't be able to get the championship.'
'I wish I could have so interaction with him… I hope he's not married yet!'
As Vomi thought of this, a blush appeared on her face.
Soon, the final match arrived.
Aaron leaped from the back row of the audience, showing off as he jumped onto the stage, fully displaying the deanor of a master.
However, Aaron felt that this way of entering, while impressive to ordinary people, was incredibly embarrassing to a real powerhouse.
But if he wanted to be champion and build popularity, he still has to learn from Satan, show off whenever he can.
And with his strength, he wasn't just showing off, so he had nothing to fear.
The audience below was stunned.
"Wow, this guy is so strong! A jump of over a hundred ters! The championship is definitely his!"
"Isn't this the guy, Aaron? He's this strong?"
"Wow, so handso! I want to have your babies!!!"
"Aaron, Aaron!"
Soon, waves of cheers rose from the audience.
Vomi also jumped onto the stage.
Looking at Aaron, she felt a bit timid, 'I didn't expect him to be this strong.'
'He's not just a pretty boy. He's a real master!'
'Should I just forfeit?'
'But, I barely made it to the final. Would losing be very embarrassing?'
'But if I fight, maybe he'll beat badly…'
'Oh, this is so agonizing!'
Just then, the referee sounded the gong.
Vomi imdiately assud a fighting stance and launched a series of excited-bandit-style punches at Aaron.
Aaron stood with his arms crossed behind his back. His figure flickered constantly, dodging Vomi's punches and kicks by a hair's breadth each ti.
He took showing off to the extre again.
The audience below was once again stunned.
"This…"
"Mr. Aaron's movent is so fast. I didn't even see how his legs moved!"
"Wow! This is a high-level match! Hurry and record the video. This is definitely headline news!"
"Wow… such a strong handso guy! And so handso! I really want to have his babies…"
…
After a while, Vomi was exhausted from throwing punches but still hadn't touched a single thread of Aaron's clothes.
She got a bit angry and said reproachfully, "Hey, you just keep dodging. Are you going to fight or not?"
Aaron smiled faintly. "Pick a direction. I'll send you down."
"What? You look down on ? Take this!"
After speaking, Vomi took a running start and launched herself at Aaron.
Aaron roared, gathering a tiny bit of his Ki.
Instantly, an incredibly powerful burst of Ki exploded, directly pushing Vomi back over ten ters.
She landed perfectly on the grassy edge of the stage…
The arena fell silent.
Three seconds later, an outburst of cheers.
"Aaron, Aaron, Aaron!!!"
"So strong! He pushed the runner-up off the stage with just his aura!"
"This is what you call a master!"
Satan looked at Aaron on the stage and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
'A guy this strong… why would he co to a place like this?'
'Damn it! I was so close…'
After a mont, the referee reacted.
"Congratulations, Mr. Aaron, for becoming the champion of this World Martial Arts Tournant! Let's congratulate him!"
"Aaron, Aaron, Aaron!"
The audience went wild.
Countless boys and girls chanted Aaron's na.
A new generation of hero had finally been born.
This tournant was unprecedentedly grand.
Just as Aaron was receiving his award, the sky suddenly darkened with clouds, accompanied by thunder and lightning.
It had been clear skies a mont ago, but now black clouds covered everything, like the end of the world!
A spine-chilling, manic laughter echoed through the sky.
"Hahahaha, after many years, I, the Demon King Piccolo, have returned!"
"Darkness shall rule the world! Miserable humans, accept the rule of us demons!"
"Hahahaha…"
Everyone looked up towards the voice.
There they saw the aged form of Piccolo, over a hundred ters tall, flying towards the arena with a signature cruel villainous smile.
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