After Raditz returned to Earth, he began notifying all those willing to participate in the Four Galaxy Tournament, including fighters from Earth, Saiyan, and Galactic Justice League member who were far away at headquarters.
The response was surprisingly unanimous. Except for Piccolo's refusal, all other fighters joined the North Galaxy's camp.
Kakarot wanted to challenge himself to become stronger, Vegeta wanted to prove that he had surpassed Kakarot and Gohan, Pepara and others wanted to enjoy fierce battles... Everyone had their own reasons and motivations, but in the end they all participated in the tournament without exception.
Even the Galactic Patrol had representatives.
The Galactic Patrol cooperated closely with the Galactic Justice League and exchanged frequently. Jeice and others had now expanded their scope of management, improving many people's strength through tree of might fruit trees, gravity training, and other methods, making the North Galaxy's martial arts scene flourish. Thanks to this, the Galactic Patrol's strength had also been greatly enhanced, and many excellent fighters had emerged.
The last time North Galaxy had the fewest participants, this time, it might have the most!
There was still half a month of preparation time. Everyone was gearing up and facing the upcoming tournament with 100% enthusiasm. Whether they were fighting familiar companions or unfamiliar warriors, they would go all out.
Raditz sparred with Zangya to help her improve her strength. As a fighting genius, Zangya hadn't relaxed her training in daily life. Although she wasn't as diligent as the Saiyans, she had made tremendous progress.
Half a month passed quickly, and finally, the Galaxy Tournament welcomed its opening...
Delegations from the four major galaxies arrived at the venue one after another. This year's Four Galaxy Tournament was even more grand. The venue was built on a giant planet at the border of the East and South galaxies. The stands were large enough to hold tens of thousands of spectators who came to cheer for their respective galaxies. Banners, pom-poms, and colorful sticks were held high in their hands as they chanted slogans one after another.
"Come on, East Galaxy! Come on, East Galaxy!"
"West Galaxy must win!"
As the two major galaxies that jointly proposed the tournament, their voices were the loudest, and the cheering crowds in the stands were far more excited than the fighters in the arena. They screamed and applauded enthusiastically.
"Wow... The scene this time is much grander than last time." Krillin walked through the competition area corridor, looking around, his ears almost drowned out by the cheers and shouts.
"Yeah, there are more beautiful girls too." Master Roshi walked behind with a smile, seeing the beautiful cheerleaders from East Galaxy and getting a nosebleed.
Krillin glanced around and saw those girls with thin waists, long legs and fair skin were really eye-catching, their passionate movements touching people's nerves of excitement. Suddenly, he felt a chill behind him and quickly closed his eyes, sweating profusely.
An arm wrapped around his back, hooking Krillin as hard as steel. "Does it look good?" Pepara's cold voice came, making Krillin deflate like a punctured balloon.
"No, no, no... it's not pretty," Krillin stammered.
"Hmph." Pepara pulled off her coat, revealing a battle suit. The Saiyan's tight battle suit highlighted her exquisite figure. Her waist and lower abdomen were firm and compact, without a trace of fat, and her whole body showed abundant vitality.
Krillin couldn't help swallowing, thinking that his wife was the prettiest.
Kakarot and Gohan walked side by side, talking and laughing, occasionally observing their opponents' strength, full of enthusiasm. Facing them, Vegeta folded his arms, only looking around from the corner of his eye, with a cold expression.
"Hmph, I thought there was some improvement, but it turns out to be trash." Vegeta glanced at the participants disdainfully.
Vegeta led the way, and the other fighters he met along the way made room for him. Some of them had participated in the battle last time and knew the terror of the North Galaxy. They consciously moved to both sides, as if opening the way for the North Galaxy.
Representatives of West Galaxy entered the arena one by one, and Pikkon also came. His eyes were fixed on the participating teams of North Galaxy. In his eyes, the threatening fighters were all in North Galaxy.
Suddenly, Tarble seemed to sense the opposite gaze and turned his head to look. He and Pikkon were old rivals. The last time he lost to Pikkon, the two met eyes and paused slightly.
"Didn't Raditz come?" Pikkon looked around at the North Galaxy players and couldn't help frowning.
After losing to Raditz last time, Pikkon made up his mind that he must train hard and wait for the next chance to win back. The Four Galaxy Tournament was the best opportunity—he had prepared for a long time, just for this reversal of fate.
However, Raditz wasn't there. Were there other arrangements? Pikkon remained silent.
On the high platform, the Grand Kai and the four Kais were seated one after another. Their positions were the highest and most distant, giving them a panoramic view of all the scenes. Especially the Grand Kai, who sat in the middle and could see the entire audience at a glance.
In the jubilant atmosphere of the whole venue, there was continuous sound.
"Everyone, let's be quiet—the battle is about to begin! I am the special referee for this tournament—Raditz!"
Suddenly, a figure jumped onto the ring, and the deep voice echoed in people's ears through the speakers.
In an instant, everyone fell silent, staring at the center of the huge arena. It really was him—Raditz, the last champion!
After about three seconds, the venue was ignited with cheers that were even hotter than before, as if flame-like enthusiasm burned every corner! Who would have thought that Raditz would be a referee? It was so unexpected.
"This guy, I wondered why he disappeared after he came here." Vegeta gritted his teeth and looked at the figure on the ring.
"So my brother won't be fighting." Kakarot also said regretfully.
They all had the desire to fight Raditz happily, and they just felt a little lost at the moment. The same was true for Pikkon on the other side. He stared blankly at Raditz, his fists already clenched.
In the stands, Bulma and others were also very surprised. "It's a surprise that Raditz is the referee."
"Isn't Dad going to fight?" Rukon was slightly disappointed.
"That's because no one is your father's opponent." Bulma comforted him. "Look at the performance of other uncles, there are also Gohan, Goten's father, and Trunks' father."
Seeing Goten and Trunks looking very excited, Rukon pouted for a while before joining their discussion.
Some people regretted it, but most people felt happy. One less strong competitor meant that their chances of entering the top rankings had increased. Raditz's withdrawal made the other three galaxy players secretly happy, and the three Kais even laughed out loud in surprise.
Raditz stood in the center of the ring and explained the rules and rewards. He completely assumed the role of the referee, arranging the divisions and order skillfully.
For a moment, the emotions of the contestants were mobilized, which made the Grand Kai on the high platform very satisfied. This was his plan, after all—he wanted to give other galaxies a chance...