Chapter 282

Chapter 282

The World Martial Arts Tournament, which was held once every three years, came to an end in full swing.

There was no end to the banquet. The audience from all over the world finally dispersed with satisfaction after enjoying a wonderful visual feast. This remote island city once again returned to its former tranquility. If they wanted to see such a wonderful competition again, they would have to wait three years.

At the port, the tourists boarded the luxury cruise ship one after another. With a sharp cry, the cruise ship set up an anchor and sailed toward the other side of the world.

Oubu held a already wrinkled ticket in his hand. He looked around and looked for a long time but could not find the ship he was on. Finally, he sat on the ground with a dejected face.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

"Oh, the ship has already left."

Good Buu's home was located on a remote southern island. There were no cities with more advanced technology nearby, so transportation was extremely inconvenient. This route was added to cater to the World Martial Art Tournament. If they missed this ship, they would have to wait for several months next time.

A figure walked up to Good Buu and stood down quietly.

"Huh?"

Noticing that someone was standing in front of him, Good Buu raised his head and met his gaze.

"It's so cold!"

Good Buu was shocked by the other party's cold gaze. His body suddenly shrank. However, Good Buu was still a child. In the end, he couldn't help but look at the other party a few more times. This time, he found that the other party looked familiar. It seemed that he had seen him somewhere before.

"Have you seen enough?"

With a straight face, Vegeta revealed a faint smile at the corner of his eyes.

"Ah, you are Mr. Vegeta!" Good Buu exclaimed. He finally recognized the identity of the other party. His finger trembled as he pointed at Vegeta, unable to speak.

The reputation of Son Goku and Vegeta could be said to be resounding throughout the world. Even the remote islands in the south of his life had their legends. Vegeta was the pioneer who founded the Great Martial Age, one of the strongest humans in the world.

Good Buu rubbed his eyes in disbelief when he saw such a legendary figure appear in front of him.

Looking back, there was a group of people behind Vegeta. Ayaka and Son Goku were all there. Good Buu was dumbfounded.

"Hello I am Good Buu."

Good Buu said incoherently.

Vegeta smiled and nodded. "I've seen your competition. You are a very talented child. Are you interested in joining my sect to cultivate?"

Although Vegeta asked, his tone was firm, as if it were fordirectly set. There was no room for doubt.

"Is he going to take me as his disciple?" Good Buu seemed to have been hit by a lucky fruit. He opened his mouth wide in disbelief. Mr. Vegeta actually wanted to take him as a disciple? It was as if he was dreaming.

"What? You don't want to?"

Vegeta's face sank. Was there anyone who dared to refuse his first disciple?

"No, no, I am willing to be Mr. Vegeta's disciple!"

Good Buu stood up straight and shouted.

In the past three years, Vegeta had brought Good Buu across the galaxy and experienced all sorts of harsh and inhuman environments. Gradually, he had trained Good Buu to become a martial artist who had experienced hundreds of battles.

Three years of bitter training was enough to make a person reborn, not to mention Good Buu, who had a special background and unlimited potential. In a situation where no one could guide him, he was able to accidentally enter the finals of the World Martial Arts Tournament's elite group. After receiving the careful teaching of Vegeta, this training madman, he advanced by leaps and bounds, and his temperament also became sharp and awe-inspiring.

The 30th World Martial Arts Tournament began.

In the end, Pan was slightly inferior in the finals and was defeated by Good Buu.

"Haha, Kakarot, it seems that the disciple I taught is still amazing!" Vegeta patted Son Goku on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"I will definitely win next time." Son Goku shook his head carelessly.

Ayaka looked at them with a little amusement. This kind of competition was like a child's.

Her beautiful eyes turned, and she suddenly saw Pan bulging her cheeks with an unhappy expression, so she softly comforted, "Alright, don't be unhappy. It's just losing a match. Just win it back next time. There will definitely be no problem next time."

"En!"

The child's personality came and went quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he ran around with a smile.

Ayaka could not help but laugh. She could not help but recall Ayame's childhood appearance. At that time, Ayame was much more mischievous than her.

At this time, Ayame, who was dressed like a lady next to her, suddenly felt a chill down her spine. Her pretty face looked around in confusion, and she frowned in confusion.

"Miss Ayaka!"

A gentle voice sounded in Ayaka's ears.

"Whis?"

"Haha, it's really touching that Miss Ayaka still remembers my voice after so many years."

"Why is Mr. Whis looking for me?"

"Oh, I have a piece of news to inform you. Please tell Son Goku and the others." "Three days later, please, Son Goku and the others must rush to Eternal Origin Galaxy Longjing Star. Remember, there are only you, Hongye, Ayame, Son Goku and Vegeta."

"Just the five of us?"

"Yes, only those who have reached the Realm of God are qualified to participate. Originally, I thought that only you, Hongye and Ayame would have this opportunity. However, since Son Goku and the others have also stepped into the Realm of God, they naturally have a chance!"

"Got it."

Ayaka replied. From the words of Whis, it could be inferred that something big would definitely happen in the Eternal Origin Galaxy Dragon Planet three days later, and only those who had reached the Realm of "God" were qualified to participate.

"You must not miss this opportunity."

Weiss repeatedly warned him before cutting off the connection.

"Eternal Origin Galaxy, Dragon Planet, Realm fo God! What is this mysterious matter?"

Ayaka muttered to herself.