Watching Jackie Chan voluntarily jump off the ring with his hands behind his back and a gratified expression, the audience burst into cheers after a brief moment of silence.
Holding the microphone, the announcer shouted with high passion, "Wow~ Contestant Jackie Chan actually took the initiative to jump off the ring and forfeit! He clearly could have won! But he yielded the stage to the youth, how touching! This is simply too moving! This is what a true senior master is like!"
Hearing the announcer's loud declaration, the audience gave Jackie Chan even more thunderous applause.
Neo twitched the corner of his mouth upon seeing this. He hadn't expected that wretched old man to actually pull it off; he shouldn't have emitted such strong hostility right in front of him, which ended up scaring the guy away.
After leaving the ring, Jackie Chan came to the contestants' lounge and happened to see Namu, who had already woken up from his coma. At this moment, Namu was dejectedly packing his bundle, preparing to leave, filled with self-blame and melancholy in his heart: "Fellow villagers, I am so sorry, I have failed your expectations... I can't buy water and bring it back..."
Seeing this, Jackie Chan shook his head and walked over: "Why would you even need to buy water! This silly boy..."
As he spoke, he took out a capsule and threw it to him: "This is for you. Shrink the water, put it in this capsule, and you can easily take it back."
Namu took the capsule with a look of astonishment; this thing was very expensive!
Then he looked at Jackie Chan with utter bewilderment and said, "You... how did you know I wanted to buy water?"
Jackie Chan put on an unfathomable expression and said, "I am Master Roshi! How could a small matter like this escape me!"
Hearing this, Namu was greatly startled: "What? You really are Master Roshi? Then this hair of yours..."
"Shh! Shh! Keep it down!" Jackie Chan hurriedly made a silencing gesture to him: "Of course it's a wig! I glued it on to prevent it from falling off, it's just a bit itchy!"
Hearing this, Namu slightly calmed his emotions, quickly composed himself, and asked somewhat curiously, "Why did you disguise yourself to participate in this Martial Arts Tournament?"
"My two disciples, Son Goku and Krillin, both participated in this Martial Arts Tournament, especially Son Goku, whose talent is exceptionally good. At such a young age, he is already close to surpassing me. I participated in this Martial Arts Tournament precisely to test them!"
Hearing this, Namu was startled once again: "What?! That Krillin is your disciple? Then I..."
Seeing what he was thinking, Jackie Chan smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Being able to lose to an expert like you is precisely what I hope to see. This is also the main reason I participated in this tournament—I wanted to let them see that there are always people better than them, and that there is a vast world beyond ours, so they shouldn't become proud and complacent."
Namu instantly felt a surge of deep respect: "That Krillin is indeed very powerful; I almost lost. Having such skill at such a young age is already extraordinary. I believe that in just a few years, I will be far from being his match. He truly is the beloved disciple of Master Roshi!"
Listening to this flattery, Jackie Chan felt utterly comfortable inside!
Namu straightened his expression and handed the capsule back: "It is an honor to converse with you, but please take this capsule back. Ashamed to say, I have no money to buy water..."
Hearing this, Jackie Chan couldn't help laughing out loud: "Water sources are abundant in this region; there's no need to spend money to buy any. Saying you want to buy water will make people laugh their teeth off!"
"What?!!" Hearing this, Namu was instantly dumbfounded: "The water here is actually free?" Then he had traveled through all sorts of hardships to come and compete just to buy water to take back—wouldn't that make him a clown?
Jackie Chan: "Help yourself, pack as much as you want."
"..." After an awkward silence for a good while, Namu finally calmed down. He immediately put his hands together and expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Jackie Chan: "Thank you so much, Master Roshi... No, Mr. Jackie Chan. I will never forget your great kindness for the rest of my life!"
At this moment, the announcer's voice spread across the entire arena: "Ladies and gentlemen! The finals are finally about to begin! Let us welcome contestant Neo and contestant Son Goku to the stage!"
Hearing this, Jackie Chan turned around dashingly, walked towards the contestants' viewing area, and with his back to Namu, waved his hand: "Forget it! It doesn't matter."
Watching Jackie Chan's receding figure, Namu put his hands together, bowed once again, and then picked up his luggage and left the lounge. Right now, he couldn't wait to take the water back...
On the ring, Son Goku looked at Neo opposite him, his fighting spirit soaring: "Big Brother Neo! Come on! Training with Master Roshi, I've already become very strong, you know!"
"Then let me see to what extent you've grown!" Neo wore a casual expression. Because he could synchronize his battle power with Son Goku, he knew very well just how strong Son Goku was right now. Judging by the strength of his ki, his combat power should be around 130, slightly weaker than Master Roshi, but completely incomparable to his own combat power of over 3,000.
The announcer's voice was still filled with passionate intensity: "Alright! Both contestants have entered the stage. So, will contestant Son Goku prove superior, or will contestant Neo continue to maintain his invincible posture? Let us wait and see. The grand finals—begin now!!!"
"Linzhou! Go for it!! Defeat Son Goku!!!" In the spectator seats, Bulma shouted at the top of her lungs with high enthusiasm.
On the ring, Son Goku wore a serious expression: "Big Brother Neo! Watch out! I'm coming!"
As he spoke, Son Goku tapped his feet, his figure shooting towards Neo like an arrow released from a bowstring, slamming a powerful, heavy punch straight at his chest.
Just as all the spectators were looking forward to watching an intense battle, they saw Neo extend two fingers and flick them. With a loud bang, it struck squarely on Son Goku's forehead. Immediately afterwards, Son Goku's body flew backward like a cannonball, crashing through a wall outside the ring and burying him in a pile of rubble.
Just one move again, and the victor has been decided!
"Goodness gracious!!!"
Everyone was stunned by this astonishing scene!
"An—another single move! Isn't this just too strong?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could the gap be this huge? Could this possibly be a rigged match?!!"
"Can't be, right? Look, the wall was even smashed down!"
"That could be faked too! This is the finals! How wonderful the match between that Son Goku and Jackie Chan was earlier! How could someone that powerful be defeated with a mere flick of a finger?"
"Exactly! No matter how strong, you shouldn't be able to just crush them like that?!!"
At first, there were only a few voices of doubt, but as people chimed in one after another, it grew increasingly intense.
Seeing this scene, the announcer also panicked a bit. In all his time hosting the show, this was the first time he had encountered accusations of a rigged match!
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