Generally, seeing Namekians on Earth was very rare, and humans still haven't gotten overly used to the green-skinned aliens. It wasn't much of a surprise that those around the 7 foot tall, muscular and imposing Namek promptly shied away, leaving him in a small circle of his own personal space. Xalam stood in the stands, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the arena closely, ignoring the roaring applause all around his form. 

This was it;; one of the few tournaments that he decided to even try his time challenging. After landing on this Earth, many months ago, he had spent his time re-establishing a base of operations, for him to stay at, meditate, and train. It was a on a mountain, quite far away other civilizations. The mountain's peak had been landscaped, sliced, and cleaned into a sufficient place to train and meditate, while the inside of the mountain, in it's many caves, were hollowed out and alit for sleeping and storing water. 

He had heard of this tournament whilst meditating - nearby hitchhikers had been talking rather loudly about how they were going to get back to the city in time to watch it, and his supernatural hearing barely caught the last dregs of the conversation. Bemused, he had flown at his top speed towards the city in question, deciding to sign up so that he can test his might against the humans of this world. If he were to protect it, he would need to know exactly how much protection it would need. So far, he was completely disappointed and unamused with the challengers he had seen so far. Arrogant, reckless, unskilled - in his eyes. 

[i]'Korian, hm?'[/i] The Namekian wondered mentally, eyes narrowing at the name. He felt that this challenger would at least pose a challenge.