"Ahhhhh. I wasted money for no reason. If I knew that guy would not even beat a child I would not have bought that overpriced thing." She complained as she prepared for the battle by applying makeup.
*****
"You know I am jealous of you for having to fight that busty girl." Jackie Chan said to me.
"Don't worry. You would also have the honour of facing me." I replied playfully.
"Are you certain of victory?" He asked me.
"Of course. She can't even use ki. And I am not stupid enough to fall for her booby traps. How could she beat me?" I replied with confidence.
"You know about Ki?" Jackie Chan asked.
"I also knew that you can read minds," I replied.
"Tell me what I was thinking right now?" I asked him.
"Wait, why can't I read your mind?" He asked in shock.
"Simple magic trick. You hung around a Witch for a while and you picked up some tricks from her." I said to him.
"Now. If you would excuse me it's time for my fight." I replied as I walked up the stage.
I knew master roshi who was under the disguise of Jackie Chan was a good guy but I don't like that he can read my mind.
Because I knew I was not evil but I am also not good.
The reason he was unable to read my mind or tell how strong I was is that during the time that I spent under the wicked old woman, I made her teach me how to block my reading and conceal my power using magic.
I was an amateur magic user since I focused most time on learning how to fight and use ki more efficiently.
I can't even teleport to short distances using magic let alone cross to the other world but only basic staff like using magic to assist me in hiding my power more effectively.
"Now let us continue with Battle 3. Between Satori Kei and Ran-fan." The blonde man who was also working as the announcer said as I arrived on the stage.
"Wow. His face looked like that of a model."
I heard a voice from the audience.
The audience stance was loud as everyone was cheering for the champions, especially for the attractive female like Ran-fan.
But as a trained martial artist I was still able to pick a voice that I wanted to hear among the crowd.
I took a glance to see if my guess is right and I can see a blue-haired girl cheering me on.
"Hey. Your boyfriend just lost a match before this." The pig near her complained.
My guess is right. I remember her being a bit flirtatious even while she was in a relationship with Yamcha. It seems that this Bulma is also not that much different from that version. I thought in my mind.
I agree with the pig near her that she is not acting very respectful towards her boyfriend by cheering me on because of my appearance.
And I feel some kind of pity for Yamcha. Since I know that even if I fail to seduce her because of my ulterior motives he would still not get a happy ever after with her.
"Now begins." The blonde man signals the beginning of the match.
Ran-fan quickly threw kick at the direction of my direction as soon as the battle started.
"Watch it there. You might hit someone in the face with those dirty sneakers." I said to Ran-fan as I caught her kick with my hand.
"You scammed me out of 2000 zeni for an item that I didn't even need. Don't you think you owe me? So just let me beat you up and advance to the next round." She said to me.
"I will show you my panty for a few seconds?" she said while giving me a wink.
"Scam?"
"How can you call it a scam when the product has intended effects? You just got a bit unlucky with the draw." I replied to her as I pushed her slightly backwards.
She fell to the ground. A bit too easily in my opinion.
"Wahhhhh. Meanie." She then proceeded to start crying after that.
"Oh no. Constant Satori-san have made Ran-fan cry." The blonde man announced as heard some boos from the audience. They seem to be especially from men.
"Do you think such tricks would work on me?" I said as I threw a punch in her direction without physically touching her.
The air pressure that comes from my fist created a gust of strong wind launches her out of the tournament arena.
Of course it she was heavier it would not be enough and I would have to physically attack her but her not being overweight casued her to get easily eliminated by my attack.
The audience was silenced for a brief moment.
It was not a usual sight that they could see in their everyday lives.
"Contestant Ran-fan has been thrown out of the tournament area by a mysterious attack from contestant Kei." The blonde guy yelled out of his lungs as the audience started to cheer again.
There are still some boos from men but they were not that notable as more people are impressed by my attack.
"Kiai?" Jackie Chan said in shock when he witnessed the scene.
"Old man. Do you know what just happened?" Goku asked him.
"It's a martial arts technique that can only be performed by a martial artist who can only be considered to be among the best. That young man is not a normal person." Jackie Chan replied.
"I heard about that move from stories and legends but this is the first time I have ever seen it." Yamcha who was standing near them also commented on Kei's attack.
"Hey, Krillin. Do you think Master Roshi can do that attack?" Goku asked Krillin.
"Of course he can. Such a great martial artist like him can do anything." Jackie Chan replied causing Goku and Krillin to look at him in confusion.
"I am starting to suspect that this old man might be our master," Krillin whispered to Goku.
"I don't think so. Look. Their face do not look the same." Goku replied to Krillin.
"You might be right," Krillin said.
*****
"Are you okay?" I extended my hand towards her to help her get up after approaching Ran-fan.
She slapped my hand away as she tried to get up by herself.
"Asshole." She said.
I knew she was just throwing a tantrum since I didn't hold back and eliminated her quickly before she could even pull any of her tricks.
It's not like I am going to fall for her tricks but it would still be annoying just to sit through her underhanded methods.
She then walked away from the tournament. Not even continuing watching the tournament to see the winner like Yamcha who sticks around even after being eliminate.
What can I say? Some people are just sore losers.