Time passed.
Deep in the mountains, Sun Wuben fought with a leopard.
In the mountain stream, Sun Wuben chased a tiger.
Outside the wilderness, Sun Wuben fed on lions.
… …
Every day, there was a battle. Every moment was like being on a battlefield. Between life and death, there was a great opportunity. In this kind of training, Sun Wuben could feel the changes in himself every moment. Every day, Sun Wuben's strength was growing. This was a kind of transformation, a kind of cleansing, a kind of transformation from the spirit, the soul, and the body.
While Sun Wuben was growing day by day, in a primitive forest outside West City, rows of big trees fell down with a rumble. It was a fifteen-year-old boy who was crazily practicing the Wolf Fang Wind Fist.
The boy's punches were faster and fiercer than a wolf's, and his eyes were more ferocious and bloodthirsty than a wolf's. The boy fought with a pack of wolves, and even the pack of wolves trembled in fear.
This was Buma's sweetheart. He was so handsome that it was tragic, making thousands of girls scream. One of the future Z Warriors, Yamu Tea.
On an island in the south that could only accommodate three ordinary houses, two eleven- or twelve-year-old children were sitting on a somersault cloud to deliver a beautiful gift to the hermit Master Roshi on the island — the beautiful and gentle girl Lanchi. These two children asked to be apprenticed to him.
These two children were astonishingly talented. Their bodies hid a huge potential like underground magma. The old 'monster' Master Roshi, who had lived for hundreds of years, saw it at a glance.
Naturally, Master Roshi accepted these two disciples with amazing potential.
They were the destined child of the Dragon Ball world, Monkey King, and one of the powerful Z Warriors, Kling.
And then …
Master Roshi's days began to 'nourish'. There was a beautiful girl accompanying him, and two little ones, who were either smart or stupid, for him to play with.
And these two children, who were either lucky or unlucky, also officially began the arduous training called the Turtle School.
They got up early in the morning and began to deliver milk to each house. After delivering milk, they came back for their morning class. They didn't have a car, so they jumped on their feet. Can't finish? Then let's pack up and go home.
When he went to the farm to plow, he couldn't use a hoe because the stones in the mud would wear down the iron hoe. He could only use his bare hands to dig the soil. He had to plow faster than a hundred farmers with hoes. If you can't complete it, please pack up and go home. What? His fingers were scraped and bleeding? If you can't even endure this bit of hardship, how can you still cultivate? Pack it up and go home, I won't send you off!
When they went to the construction site to work, because using a car to transport sand and gravel would consume oil and the car, they had to use their hands to drag the sand and gravel. Each person had to do the same amount of work as ten workers driving a car. If you can't complete it, then go home!
It was indeed very easy to swim in the lake. However, there were man-eating sharks with their mouths wide open chasing after them. If they swam too slow, they would become food for the sharks.
Tie a rope to the side of the hornet's nest and then poke the hornet's nest, hoping to avoid being stung by the hornet. If you can't avoid it, then take it head-on!
…
One inhuman torture after another.
What? They couldn't die from this? It didn't matter. Master Roshi had plenty of ideas. For example, carrying five kilograms of tortoiseshell on their backs was still bearable. Then, adding another five kilograms … One after another, the 'cultivation' that could easily kill an ordinary person was crazily applied to these two eleven or twelve-year-old children.
As time passed, the weight of the tortoiseshell on the backs of the two children also increased over and over again.
However, what made Master Roshi flabbergasted time and time again was that these two children, who he thought had amazing potential, were able to completely withstand his' training '. Moreover, no matter how tired they were during the training, panting like dead dogs, as long as he whipped them and roared at them, they would immediately become lively and energetic. They wouldn't be panting anymore, and their spirits would also return, allowing them to continue their training …
After more than seven months of such crazy torture, the two children actually managed to move the small stone mountain on the island that Master Roshi felt was not something that could be moved by human strength.
Shocking!
Incredible!
Amazing potential!
Therefore, on the day before the World Martial Arts Tournament, Master Roshi, who almost never went to the Martial Arts Tournament, took his two disciples on a plane in high spirits and set off for the Martial Arts Tournament.
Of course, it wasn't just to make Turtle School famous.
It was because Master Roshi knew that Monkey King and Kling were almost unrivaled in this world. However, the two of them were still insensible children. Especially Monkey King, who was completely wild and uncontrollable. He was so naive that it made people speechless. However, there seemed to be no fear cells in his brain, and he never knew nervousness or fear.
An innocent and cute child suddenly had great power to look down on the entire world. This was not a good thing at all.
Although Master Roshi might not have paid attention to these two little brats in the beginning.
However, after seeing the potential of these two little brats, Master Roshi had already treated them as treasures. Kling and Monkey King's position in his heart could be said to be closer than his own sons.
Naturally, Master Roshi had to consider these two people, mainly because of their martial arts path.
Master Roshi also wanted to see how far his two disciples with amazing potential could go and how strong they could be.
However, no one in the world could be the opponent of these two little brats, so Master Roshi could only be their opponent himself. He was prepared to disguise himself as another person at the Martial Arts Tournament and defeat his two disciples, letting them know that there was always someone better than them.
Of course, Master Roshi was not confident in this difficult task. Defeating Kling was not a problem for him, but Monkey King … When he thought of the Monkey King's amazing power, Master Roshi felt a headache, but no matter how much headache he had, he had to brace himself.
*****
On the same day, Yamu Tea returned to West City and set off for the Martial Arts Tournament with Buma.
Martial artists who had been training hard, either to prove themselves or to get the huge prize money, were all rushing to the Martial Arts Tournament.
On a forest road in the mountains, a young man with dyed green hair was humming a song as he rode on his carriage. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from behind him. The young man looked over in confusion and saw a long-haired young man.
"Good singing!"
The youth grinned at him and then overtook him. His figure became smaller and smaller, and after a moment, he ran to the front where the green-haired youth couldn't see.
"Can a human run so fast?" The green-haired youth's eyes almost popped out.
On the mountain road that he couldn't see, Sun Wuben's eyes flashed.
"It seems that it's one day earlier than expected. I can reach the Martial Arts Tournament today."
After Tien Shin and Dumpling left, Sun Wuben began to cultivate alone. This year, he rarely went home. Often, he would cultivate in the mountains for one or two months. The only reason he went home was to visit his mother.
And recently, when the World Martial Arts Tournament was held, Sun Wuben made an astonishing decision. He didn't take a flying car or a train. He completely relied on his legs to rush to the Martial Arts Tournament thousands of miles away.
Obviously, this was not a task that could be completed in a short time.
Fortunately, Sun Wuben's strength had greatly increased. He had cultivated to the point where he could run like a fierce horse and punch like a gust of wind. Moreover, his skin, muscles, and bones had also become as hard as steel, and he was not afraid of bullets.
At this time, Sun Wuben was like the Monkey King in Dragon Ball. When bullets hit his body, they couldn't even break his skin. Of course, he wasn't afraid of bullets. It was just that he couldn't be easily injured by ordinary pistols. It didn't mean that bullets didn't hurt when they hit his body. Sun Wuben even referred to the cultivation method of Chinese martial arts. Chinese martial arts cultivation emphasized listening skill the most. It required the skin all over the body to be able to feel the direction of the enemy's force at the moment of the enemy's attack. Although Sun Wuben hadn't reached this incredible level, his skin was more sensitive than ordinary people.
Therefore, the pain of bullets hitting his body was definitely not pleasant.
Moreover, he wasn't afraid of bullets. Some of the special bullets used by the Red Ribbon Army in Dragon Ball were the masterpiece of Doctor Groh. They shot steel plates like tofu. Even the Monkey King couldn't withstand it. Sun Wuben wasn't sure that he could withstand it.
The next day, the Martial Arts Tournament was crowded.
"No!"
"Buma!"
"No, where the hell are they?"
Only to see two little boys, who were not even as tall as an adult's waist, shouting as they passed through the crowd. Although the crowd was very dense and ordinary people could not squeeze through, the two children were like slippery loaches as they squeezed through the crowd. They came and went freely, and there was not even a drop of sweat on their foreheads.
"Look, that person is so strange!"
Clint, who had a head as big as a light bulb, pulled Sun Wukong who had a leaf on his head and pointed at a person near him.
It was a man wearing big sunglasses and a big mask that almost covered half of his face. At this time, the man was also looking at the Monkey King and Kling. There seemed to be a smile on his face.
"Are these the children of destiny of Dragon Ball, Monkey King and Kling?" Sun Wuben's eyes behind the sunglasses were also looking at the two children. The two little brats were wearing an orange 'martial arts suit' that Sun Wuben had seen on TV before. Moreover, there was a bowl-sized traditional Chinese character 'turtle' embroidered on the chest and back.
Other than the two disciples of Master Roshi, it was impossible for anyone else to dress like this.
Kling's figure was similar to Dumpling's. He was also bald, but Kling's head was bigger than Dumpling's. His forehead was especially high, but overall, he looked more likable than on TV. If it wasn't for the sly look that flashed in his eyes from time to time, making it impossible for people to treat him as an ignorant little brat, he would definitely be more likable.
As for the Monkey King, although he had clumps of black hair that rose to the sky, making him look very different compared to other children, his innocent and cute childish appearance could definitely arouse all the young girls' maternal instincts.
"Kling's battle power is at least 48 at this time, and Kling's is 32 …"
Sun Wuben only observed for a moment and discovered that the two little brats were indeed powerful. They did not use any strength in the crowd at all, but as long as they moved, the surrounding people blocking the way, whether it was the mountain-like big men or the muscular men, after being brushed by the two of them, they all moved to the side as if they could not bear the force.
"At least 32 battle power, they are completely looking down on heroes." Sun Wuben was very emotional. The top level of the martial artists on Earth generally had a battle power of 8. At 8 points, they would be a hero of a region, able to open a martial arts school, become a grandmaster existence, and be able to get a boxing champion or fighting king's golden belt in the fighting and boxing arena.
Monkey King and Kling's battle power had reached 48 and 32, which was a completely different level. How could the martial artists in this martial arts tournament compete with them?
"It really is!"
Monkey King let out a child-like voice and looked at Sun Wuben.
"Hello, little friends." Sun Wuben smiled at Kling and Monkey King.
Monkey King and Kling were stunned. They had been in the martial arts tournament area for two days, and this was the first time they met an adult who took the initiative to greet them. They didn't know how to respond.
"Looking at your appearance, are you looking for someone? Do you need my help? "Sun Wuben said.
"Uh …" Kling was stunned again. Monkey King had already said in an innocent child's tone, "Yes, we are looking for Buma. Big brother, do you know where Buma is? Oh, right, you don't know Buma. Goodbye." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait a minute, if you want to find someone, it will be very difficult to find someone like this," Sun Wuben said.
"Then what good idea do you have?" Kling said in a buzzing voice.
"Climb up and look into the distance. As long as you stand on the adult's head, won't you be able to see very far? At that time, no matter if you are a cloth horse or a paper horse, you will be able to find it, "Sun Wuben reminded with a smile. Monkey King and Kling immediately became excited. "Right, why didn't we think of that?" Monkey King said and thanked Sun Wuben. Then, he grabbed Sun Wuben's pants and seemed to be about to climb up.
"I'm short." Sun Wuben hurriedly pulled him back. "If you want to stand, choose a tall person to stand on. That will be more effective." As he spoke, he looked around and saw that the old man on his left was very tall. He pointed at the white-bearded old man and said, "He's the best."
The old man's mouth twitched twice. He glared at Sun Wuben and said, "You young man, you don't know how to respect your elders at all. Besides, I'm less than an inch taller than you."
"Old Grandpa, just let me stand!" Monkey King tugged at the old man's pants and revealed an innocent look. That childish tone made Sun Wuben's heart soften.
"Alright, alright, stop tugging." The old man couldn't stand Monkey King's gaze and tone. He hurriedly pointed at his shoulder and said, "Hurry up and get on!"
"Thank you, Old Grandpa." Monkey King grabbed the old man's thigh and quickly climbed up the old man's body. He stood on top of the old man's head and looked around. Soon, he screamed, "I found Buma and Yamu tea." As he said that, he climbed down the old man's body and twisted his body a few times before disappearing in a direction.
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