It was the seventh match of the Sens Cup.
"Puff knocked out his opponent with a heavy punch. Although Puff was defeated in the World Martial Arts Conference, his strength is still amazing. He defeated his opponent cleanly in the first round …" The screen was still replaying the boxing match that had just taken place. On the other side, a handsome Puff with black curly hair was being interviewed by the reporters.
"Everyone has witnessed my strength. During the World Number One Martial Arts Conference, I was KO-ed by Sun Wukong because they drugged my food. The World Number One Martial Arts Conference isn't a formal martial arts conference at all. I only went because Mr. Ursa sponsored this event …" Puff spoke with fervor and assurance. The content of their discussion was the battle at the World Martial Arts Conference a few months ago.
Puff was also very distressed. Ever since he was defeated in the World Martial Arts Conference, the reporters would always mention this issue whenever they interviewed him.
"What's going on with the World Martial Arts Conference? Those people, Monkey King, Tien Shin, Jackie Chan, Kling, Yamu Tea, and that … masked superman, whose real name is Sun Wuben. Do they have inhuman strength? "Puff's heart trembled when he thought of the scenes he had seen in the World Martial Arts Conference.
"Hey!"
Suddenly, a figure descended from the sky.
It was a monster with wings and a big flat mouth. It was so green that it was frightening.
"Get out of my way!"
After the monster landed on the ground, it reached out its hand and pulled. The reporters surrounding Puff were immediately sent flying one by one.
"Who are you? What are you doing here? "Puff shouted.
"You're Puff who participated in the World Martial Arts Conference?" the monster asked with a grin.
"That's right!"
"Then you can die!" the monster said as it walked toward Puff.
"You don't deserve to look down on me!" Puff was furious. After losing to Monkey King in the World Martial Arts Conference, his reputation plummeted. Many people who used to be respectful to him now looked at him strangely.
"Go to hell!" Puff charged at the monster, and then struck it with a heavy blow. A hand, a big green hand suddenly appeared and grabbed Puff's hand.
"What?"
Puff found that no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get his hand out.
"You're too weak. How can you enter the World Martial Arts Conference like this?" the monster said with a grin. Then he raised his other hand. "Go to hell!" Then, Puff felt the world spin, and he saw a headless body standing on the ground.
"That seems to be my body …" Puff's thoughts Puff.
The monster flew up and disappeared into the distance in an instant. However, a card floated down from the sky. On the card was a large Chinese character, "Demon."
…
Willow blossoms fluttered in the wind. The riverside was picturesque.
A bouquet of roses fell from the hands of a fat man with a bunch of hair on his head.
"Why?"
Werewolves looked at the girl's back and roared to the sky. He couldn't understand. He had finally been restored to his human form by Master Roshi at the World Martial Arts Conference. He thought he could win the girl's heart, but …
"I don't like people like you. I like hairy people. We're not compatible. Don't waste your energy on me!"
Werewolves thought about the girl's confession and couldn't understand. Since the World Martial Arts Conference, he had been chasing girls crazily, but all of them despised him. This was the fifth girl that Werewolves had chased.
"When I was in my wolf form, you all said you didn't like hairy people. Now that I don't have hair, you say you like hairy people. Why? Why? "Werewolves roared.
"Excuse me, are you the male werewolf who went to the World Martial Arts Conference?" A voice sounded out, and the werewolf hurriedly looked over. He saw a green monster with a wide mouth walking over from not too far away.
"I went to the World Martial Arts Conference to participate. What do you want?" Werewolves said.
"Then, that's right. I want to kill you." The monster's body suddenly moved, and Werewolves lost consciousness.
"How weak. Someone like this can enter the top eight? Who should I choose next … Let's choose him. King Jiapa. This guy seems to have won the World Martial Arts Conference several times. " The wide-mouthed green-skinned monster spread its wings and flew into the sky. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared. Only the corpses of Werewolves and a card with the word "Mo" were left on the ground.
…
One by one, the martial artists who had participated in the World Martial Arts Conference were killed. At first, the police just treated it as an ordinary murder case. However, as more and more people were killed, and every martial artist who was killed was left with a tag with the word "Demon" written on it, the case finally attracted the attention of some people.
That day, Turtle Deity Island was calm. The sun shone brightly.
Kling and Yamu Tea sat facing each other under a lone coconut tree. They were meditating quietly. Suddenly, their ears twitched. They opened their eyes and looked in the same direction.
"Beep!"
An orange-yellow plane was flying towards them at high speed. Their eyes lit up.
"Yamu Tea, how long has it been since we parted? Buma can't help but come to see you." Kling joked. Yamu Tea was also very happy. He and Buma had been in a cold war for a long time. Even though they had reconciled at the World Martial Arts Conference, they had quarreled again not long after. Until now, Buma had not come to see him.
"That's strange. This plane doesn't seem to belong to Buma." Yamu Tea's eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of doubt.
"She probably changed planes. Anyway, Buma's family is rich. She has used this plane for a long time. It's normal for her to change to a different model when she's tired of it …" Kling said. At that moment, the plane was approaching. The two could already see the person on it.
"No, it's not. It's Buma."
A moment later, the plane landed on Turtle Deity Island. The door opened and a middle-aged man wearing a uniform and a hat jumped out.
"Is Mr. Wu Tian here?" The middle-aged man looked at Kling and Yamu Tea and asked.
"Yes, may I ask?"
"Teacher Wu Tian, Teacher Wu Tian, it seems like there's an email for you."
Master Roshi was watching a TV program that was not suitable for children. At that moment, he turned off the TV, pushed open the door, and walked out.
"Email? That's not right. How can there be an email for me? My sister never sends me emails. Is there a mistake? "Master Roshi walked in front of the middle-aged man." Hello, I'm Wu Tian. Is it my email? "
"The email is marked as Mr. Wu Tian." The middle-aged man took out a letter from his bag and handed it to Master Roshi. "Mr. Wu Tian, you have received the letter. I'll take my leave!" The middle-aged man turned around and boarded the plane.
"Teacher Wu Tian, who sent you the letter? I remember that you are a jinx and don't have a family?"
"Brat, I still have friends." Master Roshi snorted and looked at the letter. Then, he was even more confused. "It's from the World Martial Arts Conference. Strange, why would they send me a letter at this time?" Master Roshi took out the letter and read it.
"A monster snatched the list of past participants of the Martial Arts Conference, and then …" Master Roshi's expression changed after reading a few sentences.
"Teacher Wu Tian, what's going on?"
"It's Beek, King Beek …" Master Roshi stared at the letter. The more he looked at it, the more serious his expression became. Gradually, his hands trembled.
"Beek?"
Kling and Yamu Tea were confused.
"Follow me!"
Master Roshi rushed into Kame House, turned on the TV, and quickly switched to a channel.
"There was another murder on the outskirts of Satan City. The victim is said to be a martial artist who practices alone and once participated in the World Martial Arts Conference …" Scenes appeared on the TV.
"According to the news released by Interpol, this is a serial murder case. The criminals seem to have a natural hatred for martial artists. All the victims are martial artists who practice martial arts …"
"This time, Mr. Garfield was killed. This is the thirty-fourth time that a martial artist has been killed."
"Such a mark will appear next to all the martial artists who have been killed …"
Then, a red double-sided box appeared on the TV, with a black Chinese character 'Demon' written in the middle.
"Pa!"
The TV remote control in Master Roshi's hand fell to the ground.
"It's him, this mark, it's really him, it's King Beek!" Master Roshi's voice was full of endless fear. "This mark is King Beek's mark. This demon came out, how did he come out? How could he come out! "
"Teacher Wu Tian, what happened?"
"Teacher Wu Tian, what's going on with King Beek?" Kling and Yamu Tea repeatedly asked. Lanchi, Turtle, Oolong, and Pu 'er also entered the house when they heard Master Roshi's voice.
"Go! Go out, all of you go out, we're moving. " Master Roshi suddenly roared. He picked up the TV remote control with trembling hands and turned off the TV. Then, he shouted at everyone, "What are you waiting for, let's go, let's leave here first, I'll tell you later."
"Okay, let's leave first." Kling also felt that the matter seemed to be very serious.
"Go, everyone go out." Yamu Tea was also very surprised. It must be known that Master Roshi is the God of Martial Arts, an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years. Now that Master Roshi is so scared, it is obvious that the matter is very critical.
One by one, they rushed out of the house under Master Roshi's urging. Then, Master Roshi put away the Kame House, and everyone got on the boat and sailed away.
"Teacher Wu Tian, can you tell us what happened now?" Yamu Tea asked.
Master Roshi had calmed down a little at this time, but his expression was still very grave.
"More than two hundred years ago, an evil creature called King Beek appeared in this world. Not only did King Beek have unparalleled strength, but he also had countless powerful subordinates …" Master Roshi slowly narrated the story of King Beek's birth. With Master Roshi's narration, the atmosphere of the entire ship became extremely heavy, and even desperate.
At the same time, in a deserted small restaurant, there was an old-fashioned blue TV in the corner. The TV was broadcasting the serial killings of martial artists.
"Tien Shin, the people who were killed seemed to have gone to the Martial Arts Conference."
There were six or seven diners sitting in the restaurant, and most of them were eating. Only two strange people in green clothes with Chinese characters embroidered on their chests were watching the TV with grave gazes by the window on the east side.
"Well, this matter is very strange. The Demon symbol, Dumpling, do you remember it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Sun Wuben and Teacher Tsurugi once talked about King Beek, and the Demon symbol appeared here. Could it be that a demon similar to King Beek has appeared?" Tien Shin put down his chopsticks. "Dumpling, we can't just ignore this matter."
"But the killer in the dark is killing martial artists everywhere. We can't track his whereabouts at all. Even if we want to, we can't do anything about it," Dumpling said.
"Not necessarily." Tien Shin curled the corner of his mouth. "We can't find it, but others may not. Sun Wuben and Master Roshi might have a way."
"You mean we should go find Sun Wuben?"
"Don't bother him with everything. Let's go to Buma's house first. Anyway, you've heard that she's the daughter of Capsule Corporation. If she can't find it with her ability, it's useless to find Sun Wuben." Tien Shin stood up.
"Okay, that's it." Dumpling also stood up.
"Boss, the bill!"
Tien Shin and Dumpling walked out of the small restaurant.
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