Although Sun Wuben's whole body was covered and no one could see if he was sweating, his breathing was even and his heartbeat was normal. That was something that could be heard.
Although Master Roshi did not use all his strength in the fight just now, in fact, with the speed and strength of his punches, even the most basic move could kill top martial arts masters like Gaspa King and Puff.
"Young man, you really surprise me again and again." Master Roshi laughed and squatted again. "Come on, let me see where your limit is! Can you force me to use all my strength? "
"As you wish!"
Sun Wuben stepped on the ground and disappeared from the arena. At the same time, Master Roshi's figure also disappeared. If one listened carefully, there was only a very faint whistling sound left in the entire arena.
"Young man, I'm okay. Keep it up!"
"Old man, how about this move?"
"It's much stronger than before, but I'm not a pushover. How about this move?"
"No wonder you're the God of Martial Arts. You're strong!"
"What are you talking about? I don't understand!"
"I know you don't understand. In fact, I don't think you're the God of Martial Arts. Because if you're the God of Martial Arts, what am I?"
"Young man, you're so arrogant!"
…
Occasionally, there would be fluttering sounds coming from the arena, like the sound of singing from a distant river. These sounds floated throughout the entire arena.
At this time, the arena was silent.
The previously noisy arena had gradually quieted down the moment the two figures disappeared. Now, it was completely quiet.
"Where are they?"
"Why are they gone?"
"Where did they go? Could it be that they were so fast that we couldn't see them? "
…
The audience was stunned. If it were not for the occasional sound of the two talking in the arena and the occasional depression in the arena, everyone would even suspect that there was no one in the arena at all.
"Amazing! Contestant Jackie Chan and contestant Qiu Bai disappeared from the arena!" The host's excited voice sounded, "This … this situation also appeared in the last Martial Arts Competition. That time, contestant Jackie Chan and contestant Monkey King fought, so I can be sure that they are still fighting in the arena. It's just that their speed is too fast for us to observe with our naked eyes. But it doesn't matter, I think someone will be able to see it clearly."
The host looked around.
"Hmm?" The host looked at Tien Shin.
There was a wall near the contestants' lounge in the arena, and Tien Shinhan was floating on the other side of the wall, watching the match.
"How is this possible?"
"It makes sense that the old man has such strength and cultivation, but Sun Wuben …" Tien Shin's cool expression disappeared. His three eyes were wide open, and his face was full of shock and disbelief.
"Dumpling and I have such cultivation under Tsurugi's guidance."
Tien Shin and Dumpling's cultivation had skyrocketed under Tsurugi's guidance in the past few years. The speed of their growth made them feel like they were dreaming every time they thought about it.
It could be said that they never regretted betraying Sun Wuben.
So much so that ever since they joined the Immortal Crane School, they had always been proud of themselves for being able to abandon Sun Wuben and switch to the Immortal Crane School.
"This Sun Wuben talks big every day. Whether it's talking nonsense or not, he doesn't follow the teachings of martial arts. He always thinks about cultivation based on his own ideas, and then uses me and Dumpling to test his self-righteous ideas. It's fine if he uses us to test them, but he's also messing around like this." Even if they didn't join Hokusen-ryu, Tien Shin and Dumpling were already prepared to leave Sun Wuben.
The reason was that Sun Wuben used Sun Wuben's own methods to guide him and Dumpling, as well as Sun Wuben's own cultivation.
If Sun Wuben was a senior in his seventies or eighties, it would have been fine. However, Sun Wuben was just a teenager, a teenager who might even be younger than Tien Shin. How could Tien Shin accept this?
Therefore, feelings were one thing. When it came to martial arts, on one hand, Tien Shin and Dumpling were grateful to Sun Wuben for bringing them into the sect. On the other hand, they had accumulated a lot of resentment.
This time, when they saw Sun Wuben at the Martial Arts Conference, Tien Shin and Dumpling were very happy because they could finally prove to Sun Wuben that he and Dumpling were right to leave.
But now …
Tien Shin was so shocked that he didn't even have the mood to study Sun Wuben and Master Roshi's martial arts.
"This person is a little strange." The host thought for a moment, then trotted all the way to the wall fifty feet to the right of Tien Shin. There were two teenagers sitting on top of the wall, one bald, the other with a hedgehog's head.
"Too strong! Grandpa is even stronger than last time! "
Monkey King's eyes were shining, and his face was flushed with excitement. His eyes were closely following the movements of Jackie Chan and Sun Wuben. Monkey King's fingers were even moving, as if he was pondering and imitating their moves.
"Grandpa Jackie Chan is so strong, but that masked man is also …"
Kling was also concentrating at this time, and he was so excited that he couldn't control himself. Since Kling fought with Sun Wuben, he had been more interested in martial arts. However, Master Roshi didn't teach him, so he could only ponder by himself. In the preliminary round of the Martial Arts Conference yesterday, Kling had watched a lot of fights, but in terms of moves, none of them were worth learning.
Until now …
"I can sense that this move has reached an unimaginable level, but that's all I can see. As for the rest …" Ye Zichen looked at Ye Zichen.
Kling wished this fight could go on for a year and a half, so that he could learn from it.
"Contestant Monkey King." The host put the microphone in front of Goku and asked, "Can you explain their match to us?"
"I can't, because I have to watch the fight." Monkey King said in a crisp voice. The fight between Jackie Chan and Sun Wuben had reached a level that Monkey King couldn't understand, whether in terms of strength or skills. For a martial arts fanatic like Monkey King, it was like a pervert seeing a beautiful woman, or a drunkard seeing Maotai. He didn't care about others.
The host was stunned for a moment, but then he reacted. "It seems that the performance of Jackie Chan and Qiu Bai has put the last runner-up, Monkey King, under great pressure. But it doesn't matter, we still have someone who can commentate. Contestant Kling, you must be able to see their moves clearly. Can you explain it to us?" The host extended the microphone to Kling, who was next to Monkey King.
Kling frowned. "I don't have time to explain it to you. Forget it, I'll just explain it briefly. In the first round, both of them competed with their moves, and they didn't even use 1% of their strength. Because neither of them had an advantage over the other, both of them used their full strength this round, increasing their speed and strength tenfold from the beginning. That's why you couldn't see it clearly."
"It's hard to imagine, but Contestant Kling, I have to make one thing clear. We couldn't see Jackie Chan and Begging For Defeat clearly in the first round. We could only see blurry shadows. In this round, they have disappeared from our sight. Contestant Kling, please continue."
"In this round, both of them have been increasing their strength and speed." Kling pushed the microphone away. "That's all I can say. Please don't stop me from watching the fight."
"Haha, it seems like Contestant Kling is feeling the pressure. Who should we get to commentate for the next round?" The host rolled his eyes and looked at Yamu Tea, who was not far away. However, Yamu Tea's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. His mouth was half open, and his entire body was tense. It was obvious that he was extremely shocked. There was no way he could commentate for him.
"Hmm?" The host's eyes suddenly lit up. He saw Mr. Bear, who was sitting in the VIP seat in the audience.
At this time, Mr. Bear was sweating profusely, and his face was red.
"Mr. Bear."
The host strode to Mr. Bear.
"You're the only professional Grandmaster of Combat here. As a professional player, I'd like to invite you to commentate on the battle."
"Huh?"
Mr. Bear's eyes widened.
"Mr. Bear, between the two of them, who has the upper hand now? How are they fighting? Please explain to us with a professional perspective. "The host extended the microphone to Mr. Bear, who was dumbfounded.
"I … I … They … They're … now …" Mr. Bear stuttered for a long time, unable to complete a sentence.
At this time, Mei Xiong came over. "Sorry, Mr. Bear has always been used to talking with his fists. He's not very good at commentating. Also, for Mr. Bear, this battle is beneath his dignity to commentate …"
At this moment —
"Boom!"
The ground seemed to shake. Then —
"You lost!" A voice sounded.
The host looked around and saw a figure appear in the ring. It was the masked superman, Qiubai. Qiubai looked calmly in a direction. Outside the ring, the ground had exploded, and a huge crater appeared. A figure was lying in the crater, dressed in black and with white hair.
"Out … of bounds!" The host shouted.
"Contestant Jackie Chan has been knocked out of the ring. Technically, Masked Superman Qiubai should win this match, but first, we need to confirm if Jackie Chan is still alive." The host ran to Jackie Chan.
"Ahem!"
At this time, Jackie Chan's body moved. He slowly got up, patted his clothes, and then slowly turned to face Sun Wuben. His eyes were full of surprise.
"It's hard to believe that Jackie Chan is still alive after taking such a heavy blow. It seems like he's fine. Then, the winner of this match is Masked Superman Qiubai!" Following the host's excited voice, the whole venue was filled with cheers and shouts.
Although this match didn't last long, the process was very long.
At the beginning, the movements of the two were blurry in the eyes of the audience. It was like seeing high-speed wheels with the naked eye. At first, everyone thought that this was the limit of a fighter's strength. However, when the second round began, it was even more exaggerated. Even their shadows disappeared from the ring.
"Young man." Master Roshi walked out of the crater. His expression had returned to normal, but his body was hunched and lonely. "You really don't know how to respect the elderly. Go easy on him."
"Believe it or not, I've already gone easy on him," Sun Wuben said.
"Contestant Jackie Chan." The host ran to Jackie Chan. "What happened just now? As the previous champion, you can even destroy the moon. I know how strong you are. How did you lose? "
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