The Legacy Of Son Goku

There's 15 blocks in total for each batch of the battle royale. Haruto was block G so his group turn is the seventh.

In order to pass you must survived the battle and be the last four people standing on the arena. That means there's going to be 60 people joining the main rounds. Four more people will join there as wild cards including the defending champion, totalling 64 people.

Killing is prohibited and to disqualify the opponents, they needed to surrender, knocked out, or dropped from the arena. Weapons are allowed as long as they were not used to kill the participant. This rules would also applied until the main rounds.

So far Haruto was not interested in the battle so he just meditate silently on the waiting room. The girls are watching the match on the audience seats and said they will cheer on him on his match.

There's a few people earning his attentions during the second round but still far compared to Tram.

[Next block please proceed to the arena.]

The announcer called for Haruto's group and he along with the others went to the stage together. All this time Tram was eyeing him with curious eyes and he responded by smile earning a grin. Looks like they were thinking a similar thing.

The arena was a round shape platform around 300 meters diameter. There's more than 150 people for his group but there's still distances between each other as they stood there. As Haruto walked to the stage he could hear his companion's voice from his side.

"Haruto-kun!!" Kaori.

"Do your best!!" Elsie.

"Beat them all!!" Asami.

"Y-You look cool!!" Rikka.

"Fight fight!!" Fia.

"Show them your mightiness milord!!" Selianna.

Haruto scratched his cheek in embarrassment but he still responded by waving his hands. At this time he could feel intense bloodl.u.s.t from his surroundings, especially from both of his sides.

'Well well, looks like I'm going to be targeted.' He smiled wryly.

*Gong*

Soon after the gong sounded and the atmosphere in the battlefield changed in an instant. Every participants moved vigorously to their respective targets as they unleashed all of their power.

As expected, more than dozens of people were coming at Haruto the moment the battle started, he was receiving a pincer attack from all directions.

"You brat, I'll crush you first!"

"Beat him up!!"

"Damn lucky guy!!"

"Let's destroy his face and see if his girls would still fond of him!!"

They all wore a mad expression with bloodshot eyes as if they're going to cry tears of blood right at this second. The nearest among them aimed their weapon and fist against Haruto but he caught them easily while throwing them outside of the arena in a blink of an eye.

""Huh??""

Of course they could not react and when they noticed they all already laying outside the platform and disqualified.

"What!?"

This earned a shock on his other attackers and they stopped their momentum with dumbfounded face. Haruto smirked and he disappeared from their sight.

"Wahh..!!"

"What the!?"

"Agh!"

Five people were suddenly blown away like a pinball, they felt pain from their stomach as they were launched. Haruto reappeared right in the middle of their previous places.

"T-This bastard!!"

A bald man swung his sword against Haruto's back but he dodge by rotating his body to the side and the blade went passed in front of his face hitting air.

"AAARGHHH"

The man went crazy and swung his sword violently and yet each of his attacks never hit or scratch his opponent.

"It's useless you know? Why don't you calm down first?"

"BASTARD!!"

Two more people came at him and attacked together, Haruto leaped above one of them and casually kicked his face. The man crashed to the ground passed out with few of his teeth broken.

He proceed to grab the other man's sword with his finger and broke it easily by pinching it. The man was stunned for a moment before a roundhouse kick landed on his cheek, his vision went dark soon after.

Only now the other attackers drew a cold breath as they witnessed how strong this young boy is. But it was too late to regret as a few seconds later they were all either knocked out or dropped from the arena.

More and more people were defeated and soon it was already less than thirty people left. Haruto already defeated more than fifty people by now. There's also a group allying to defeat him consist of a few warriors and magicians. The warriors tried to hold him back as the magicians would cast a powerful magic, unfortunately their vanguard did not last more than a few seconds before they're going down too.

The audiences also quite attracted towards this teenage young boy since he defeated a lot of people. Although, because they way he defeated them was too easy they thought it was the opponents that's too weak even though that's not always the case.

'Hmm, the level of the participants in my group is too low this is boring.'

Haruto sighed in his mind. If the other people could hear what he thought then surely they would vomit blood out of anger. In fact it was not like his group was weak as there's a lot scoring more than a thousand score before at the first round. Without doubt this kind of guys were considered elite warriors already among ordinary people, it's just they were having the wrong opponent.

'Hm?'

He felt a cold air on his back and immediately stepped to the side swiftly.

A huge silver sword crashed on the arena causing a small crack. It was very impressive because this arena was made by one of the hardest material found in the world named Katchin. It's hardness even surpassed Orichalc.u.m.

Since the beginning of the second round battle royale of the first group, this stage was never been damaged even a bit so even the staffs of the tournament had their eyes widened in shock. Yes, it was indeed not the first time this happening but usually it was happened on the main rounds as a result of an intense battle.

Even Haruto was not sure whether he could do the same thing if he punched with his full strength without transforming. He was sure that if he received this attack directly, it won't end with just his bones getting broken. This was far more dreadful than a General rank monster.

"So you dodged it, you have good sense."

A rough deep voice came from the wielder of the greatsword. Haruto recognized this person as Tram, his beast like eyes stared fiercely on him as if he found his prey.

"That was dangerous you know, are you trying to kill me here?" He replied with a wry smile.

"Nonsense, just this much is still far from defeating you. I never known there's a guy like you among the young ones, this is really a surprise. Where did you come from young man?"

"Somewhere far away maybe? Well, you wouldn't know of it."

Haruto shrugged. Of course Tram wouldn't know about earth and the matter of his reincarnation, but he thought Haruto must be coming from outside the continent judging from his race as a human (actually Saiyan), not that he's wrong though.

They silently look at each other before the other contenders charged at them. Naturally, they were all ended up with their eyes rolled back within a single hit.

"I wish to fight you here but right now is not a suitable stage." Tram said.

"Agreed."

"We'll meet again in the true battlefield at the main rounds, you better not lose until I defeat you."

"If that's the case then you will be disappointed as I'll be the one grabbing the trophy."

The two of them smirked before turning their back on each others. About 3 minutes later all of the people there except for four people were disqualified.

The announcer declared their victory as they proceed to the main rounds held three days later. After Haruto's group there's eight more groups and the qualifiers ended about two hours later.