Alisha's face instantly turned as red as an apple.
This is really bad!
Mainly because Soya is just too handsome...
The little brat from back then has grown up into such a handsome young man, and his combat power is so high too.
Just thinking about it makes my heart flutter.
Sure enough, as soon as Alisha said this, her voice was transmitted through the microphone.
The live audience burst into laughter once again.
Rick: "..."
Rick clenched his fists tightly, trembling with anger.
Alisha, that's enough.
Stop always bringing up the microphone issue.
Soya casually took the microphone.
However, the moment Soya made contact with the microphone, whether intentionally or not, Alisha specifically let her slender, delicate hand brush against Soya's hand for a moment.
Soya: "..."
Soya's face darkened.
Alisha, you're going too far.
Didn't this hand touch Rick's... little brother?
If only I could regenerate, I wouldn't even want this hand anymore.
Soya immediately looked disgusted.
Seeing Soya's expression, Alisha's heart sank.
"Negative emotional value from Alisha +999!"
I just secretly brushed against you with my hand.
Why are you making that face?
Am I not pretty enough, not gentle enough, not cute enough?
So what if I'm married?
Are you looking down on me?
We are both Saiyans, what does getting married even matter?
Alisha felt unhappy and very upset inside.
Soya ignored Allisha, picked up the microphone, and announced loudly: "Now, all contestants, gather in the arena immediately."
Hearing Soya's words, all the contestants present were stunned.
Gather in the arena? What for?
Are you going to challenge all of us?
The problem is, we can't beat you.
Your combat power has reached 20 million, how are we supposed to fight you?
Even though there are over 3000 of us, the combined combat power of everyone probably isn't even 20 million, right?
That's what most people thought.
In reality, Soya knew very well that two individuals with combat power higher than his were hidden among them.
One was Cooler, who had turned into a mouse.
The other was the apprentice angel Merus.
"Hmph, fine. Are you challenging everyone?" Cooler sneered contemptuously, really wanting to eliminate Soya right here and now.
But thinking of Champa's terror, Cooler ultimately shivered.
"Next, I will gradually release my pressure. Those who can remain standing under my pressure will directly qualify for the finals," Soya said with a smile.
After speaking, Soya casually tossed the microphone back to Alisha.
Alisha caught the microphone with both hands and said softly, "We request all contestants to gather immediately."
The many contestants were stunned again.
So it's not about challenging all the contestants single-handedly.
It's just about releasing energy pressure?
Soya wasn't foolish enough to take on all the contestants alone.
Among them was Merus, an apprentice angel.
Even without Merus, there was still Cooler, a terrifying guy with combat power close to 500 million.
Unless he used the Legendary Super Saiyan experience card.
But even if he used the Legendary Super Saiyan experience card, it still wouldn't be nearly enough to fight Merus.
The contestants on site immediately assembled, gathering in the spacious arena.
The audience was excited, focusing their gazes on Soya, wanting to see how he would proceed.
"King Soya has stated that the purpose of this competition is to enhance the overall strength of us Saiyans," Alisha said, holding the microphone and hosting the event. "And in many cases, luck is also a special manifestation of strength!"
Hearing Alisha's words, the audience and contestants present looked at each other, unable to understand what Alisha was trying to say.
"Therefore, King Soya will randomly select two lucky individuals to advance directly to the finals," Alisha announced loudly with a smile.
The live audience and the many contestants began discussing amongst themselves.
Truly worthy of King Soya.
His ideas are really novel.
Directly picking two lucky individuals to enter the finals?
How will the lucky individuals be chosen?
The curiosity of the audience and contestants was piqued.
Soya casually pulled out a large handful of chalk.
Well... this chalk was something Soya got from Bulma's house.
"Everyone, do you see the chalk in King Soya's hand?" Alisha asked with a smile. "Perhaps many of you have never heard of chalk... Let me briefly explain here, chalk is a rather special type of pen, specifically used for hitting people... it will leave a mark if it hits you."
"Alisha, most of the chalk King Soya is holding is white, green, and red... why is this called chalk?" an audience member raised their hand and asked.
Alisha: "..."
"This is because, chalk~~ chalk~~~ well... you should carefully savor the word," Alisha said, her face instantly turning bright red as she spoke.
Soya: "..."
Soya secretly wiped his sweat.
I hate instantly understanding the implication.
Why did a perfectly good piece of chalk become suggestive in Alisha's mouth?
Alisha, what are you thinking about all day?
"Now, King Soya will use the chalk in his hand to randomly select two lucky individuals to advance directly to the finals. Those hit by the chalk are the lucky ones," Alisha said, seeing Soya's face darken, her mouth twitched slightly, and she hurriedly changed the subject.
Soya took out two pieces of chalk from the ones in his hand; one was white, the other was also white.
"Audience, let us witness this historic moment!" Alisha was extremely excited.
Soya directly soared into the air, shooting up high into the sky.
"Audience, please wait and see, let's find out who will be the lucky ones advancing directly to the finals!" Alisha grew even more excited, her voice shrill as she held the microphone.
All the audience members present raised their heads, focusing their eyes squarely on Soya.
The participating contestants also felt a little nervous.
Of course, many contestants expressed deep disdain.
Is it really lucky to be hit by chalk?
For example, Vegeta was standing there with his arms crossed, acting cool.
I still want to achieve excellent results through my own strength.
I don't want to be hit by chalk at all.
Broly was also mixed in the crowd, continuously drinking mineral water.
[Translator: What's with this Broly? Always drinking. He will become an Alcoholic, once he grows up]
Raditz stood beside Broly, holding a case of drinks, responsible for supplying Broly.
Bardock and King Vegeta were also in the lineup of contestants.
Soya had already flown high up into the sky, looked at the sun in the sky, and adjusted his angle.
"Solar Flare!"
Soya placed his hands next to his cheeks, and a blinding light centered on his head instantly covered the entire arena.
Except for Merus, everyone present had their eyes blinded.
"Negative emotional value from King Vegeta +666!"
"Negative emotional value from Bardock +666!"
"Negative emotional value from Raditz +666!"
"Negative emotional value from Vegeta +666!"
"Negative emotional value from Alisha +666!"
"Negative emotional value from Kale..."
For a time, the negative emotional values from the million-strong audience on site kept refreshing.
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