No. 86 Primitive Red Maple Valley. A long train sped past.
In the No. 5 economy cabin, the 12 seats were either squatting or sitting. All of them were cats with bright fur and long whiskers at the corners of their mouths. Other than wearing beautiful clothes that resembled humans, these 12 people were completely cats. They were cat-people. At this time, some of these cat-people were dozing off, some were admiring the scenery outside the train, and some were chatting. The rest of them were curiously looking at the only purebred human in the train.
Black hair and black eyes. He was an extremely clean, sunny, and handsome Asian young man. Although he was still young, only about 13 or 14 years old, he did not have the childishness and impatience of a normal junior high school student. Instead, he was like a royal prince, exuding a sense of elegance and magnanimity that came from his bones.
The corner of the young man's mouth was slightly raised. Just this sunny smile alone could definitely charm many infatuated girls. At least in this carriage, there were a few cat-people girls and young women who were infatuated with him. They could not help but imitate the young man's sitting posture, sitting upright and respectfully.
"Up and down squatting like a galloping horse. High in the air, the divine form opens. This Chinese Martial Arts' Horse Stance Squat Technique is unexpectedly effective in this world." The young man sighed in his heart. At this time, if there was a real martial arts expert present, he would realize that although he looked like the other people in the carriage, sitting on the soft seat, his butt did not actually touch the seat at all. He had been maintaining this sitting posture since he got on the train.
Sun Wuben was practicing martial arts with the Horse Stance Squat Technique of the Internal Martial Arts of China's Chinese Martial Arts. For someone like him who did not focus on martial arts but focused on learning, this was the best way to practice martial arts. Whether Sun Wuben was studying in school or traveling on a daily basis, he would always "sit" and practice like this.
Sun Wuben, who was born into a martial arts family, was not a primitive native of this world. Or rather, his soul was from the 21st century of another world, Earth.
The technological civilization of this world was extremely advanced. The rise of firearms would inevitably suppress the development of martial arts, which was the source of power in the era of cold weapons. The martial arts circle of this world was also shrinking under the pressure of science and technology. Although Sun Wuben's family had specialized in martial arts for generations, and the family's Sun Wuben Dojo was extremely famous, but when it came to Sun Wuben's generation, they also began to put their eggs in other baskets. As the only son in the family, Sun Wuben's mother, Mi 'er, had also placed high hopes on him – in the future, he would become a great scholar and earn endless wealth. Therefore, Sun Wuben did not drop out of school early and specialize in martial arts like his two genius sisters.
However, ever since Sun Wuben was young, he had seen his grandfather, who rarely came home, catch a flying bullet with his bare hands, and his father, who could leap over roofs and vault over walls as if he were walking on flat ground. In addition to his passion for martial arts in his previous life, he had not completely given up on the practice of martial arts.
Although he was burdened with heavy learning tasks and had no time to practice martial arts, Sun Wuben still thought of a way, and that was the Horse Stance.
Usually, no matter if he was lying on the table to write, read, or listen to classes, he would try to maintain a posture that looked like he was sitting on a chair, but in fact, his buttocks did not touch the chair. At first, it was purely the Horse Stance. Later, he suddenly thought of the Horse Stance in the Internal Martial Arts – the Horse Stance had to be like a horse. He recalled the Internal Martial Arts training methods from his previous life. He experimented over and over again, and personally observed the horse walking, crouching, and running. Gradually, he figured out the Horse Stance of the Internal Martial Arts, and the effect immediately became very obvious.
Every time he practiced, Sun Wuben could even feel his skills rapidly increasing.
"Sun Wuben." The cat man sitting opposite Sun Wuben put down the coffee in his hand, "I heard that there is a Sunwu martial arts sect in Huanghe City. Your surname is Sun, I wonder …"
"The Sunwu dojo is owned by my family." Sun Wuben glanced at the dignified, black-skinned cat man sitting opposite him. Although Mr. Carlo was just a cat, and just like him, he took an ordinary train, but Sun Wuben had heard of his legend. This cat man came from the countryside to the city, and in just 20 years, he started from scratch, from being penniless to running a company with tens of millions of assets. No matter how he succeeded, he was worthy of respect.
"So Sun Wuben, you are really a martial artist." Carlo's squinted eyes lit up, and the cat whiskers on the side of his mouth rose up high. He said excitedly, "I, Carlo, admire martial artists the most. In the past, I even met the God of Martial Arts, Master Roshi."
"Master Roshi?" Sun Wuben's clear and beautiful eyes lit up.
In this world, the number of martial arts schools on Earth was not less than in his previous life. The Turtle School, Hokusen-ryu, Karin School, and Wu Taidou School were among the famous schools, especially Hokusen-ryu and the Turtle School. The founder of Hokusen-ryu, Tsurugi, was said to be an old man with white hair who wore a red-crowned crane hat all year round. It was said that he had the ability to fly and burrow into the ground. The founder of the Turtle School, Master Roshi, was a bald old man with a white beard who carried a turtle shell all year round. He had the ability to destroy mountains and seas.
Master Roshi and Tsurugi competed for the title of number one in the world all year round. Who was the real God of Martial Arts had always been controversial.
Almost everyone in Tokyo's martial arts circle recognized Master Roshi as the number one expert in the world. However, the area around Hezhou where Sun Wuben was located belonged to Hokusen-ryu's sphere of influence. The martial arts circle here recognized Hokusen-ryu as the number one martial arts school in the world, and Tsurugi as the number one expert in the world.
Sun Wuben's family's martial arts school, Sun Wujia Dojo, belonged to Hokusen-ryu. It was founded by Tsurugi's registered disciple, Sun Wugao. It had existed for more than two hundred years and was very famous in the martial arts circle.
Two years ago, Sun Wuben learned from his father that his family belonged to Hokusen-ryu. After the founder of Hokusen-ryu was Tsurugi, Sun Wuben remembered the plot of Dragon Ball and specially searched for information. Only then did he know about these things.
Unfortunately, the information about Master Roshi and Tsurugi was not detailed. Moreover, there were many contradictions in the information, making it completely unconvincing. More importantly, the place where Tsurugi and Master Roshi lived in seclusion was simply a name that could not be found on the map.
Although Sun Wuben suspected that it was the world of Dragon Ball, he was unable to visit Master Roshi and Tsurugi. He was also unable to find information about other Dragon Ball worlds such as Monkey King, Kling, King Beek, and so on. He had always felt regretful.
"Mr. Carlo, Master Roshi is a martial arts master. His martial arts cultivation is as deep as the sea, unfathomable. Who in the martial arts world doesn't admire him? I have always hoped to be able to visit him. Unfortunately, Master Roshi's whereabouts in Shenlong are rarely seen. Very few people know of his whereabouts. I didn't expect that Mr. Carlo would actually be fortunate enough to see the true appearance of the Immortal. "Sun Wuben clicked his tongue.
Although Sun Wuben had searched for information in this world, there were at least five or six powerful martial arts schools, and there were also many other schools. However, the protagonist of the Dragon Ball world was trained by Master Roshi. Monkey King, Kling, and even Monkey King's grandfather and father-in-law were all from the Turtle School. Other schools, except for Hokusen-ryu, were simply unknown.
Even Hokusen-ryu's two most outstanding disciples, Tien Shin and Dumpling, eventually joined Master Roshi's sect. From this, it could be seen how powerful Master Roshi was.
If one came to the Dragon Ball world and didn't worship Master Roshi as their master, then there would be a problem with their brain.
"Not only have I seen Master Roshi, but I have also seen him fight …" Carlo excitedly talked about Master Roshi. Soon, the image of a bald, wretched, white-bearded old man wearing sunglasses appeared in Carlo's narration. Sun Wuben listened carefully. The people next to him were also very interested in the rumors about Master Roshi, and they also asked questions from time to time.
In front of the train, on an extremely steep cliff in the Red Maple Canyon that seemed to be carved by a knife, stood a graceful figure. It was an extremely healthy and beautiful woman with an exquisite figure and curves. Although her face was covered, just by looking at her figure and temperament, one could imagine that she was definitely a rare beauty.
"It's really a good place!"
The woman glanced at the cliff below her. This cliff was several stories high. Once she fell, she would definitely be smashed into a meat paste. However, the woman's expression was calm as if she was standing on flat ground. Suddenly, her ears moved, and then she looked in the direction of the canyon. There was a black dot there. It was the approaching train.
"It's finally here. It's really slow."
The woman laughed, picked up the handbag beside her and jumped high. She actually directly jumped down from the cliff.
Boom!
Like a meteorite falling to the ground, the woman's figure heavily smashed into the track below the cliff. Like a cannonball exploding, a small mushroom cloud of dust rose in the sky. The dust gradually dispersed, and the woman's standing posture was beautiful.
"This dust, I just washed my hair in the morning." The woman frowned, bent down and put down the black leather handbag that could hold a pig in her hand.
"Ka!"
The zipper was opened, and there was a rocket launcher there.
"Mother, wait, I will definitely earn enough money to treat your illness." The woman indifferently looked at the train in the distance that was speeding towards her. Then she took out the rocket launcher, loaded it, and put it on her shoulder and aimed it at the train.
In the first carriage of the train, the driver wearing a cap drank a mouthful of water. Suddenly, his pupils shrank.
"Not good." He saw a figure standing in the middle of the track in front of him. "How can someone stand in the middle of the track in such a place? Are they looking for death?" The driver repeatedly stepped on the emergency brake, and the train made an ear-piercing sound. The speed of the train rapidly decreased and gradually stopped. But at this moment.
The woman on the track slightly raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a strange smile. Her finger that was holding the rocket launcher's trigger gently pulled down.
Bang!
Flames spewed out.
The rocket launcher whistled in the direction of the train.
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