On Earth, the triennial World Martial Arts Conference had arrived once again. Tien Shin, Dumpling, Yamu Tea, Kling, Master Roshi, Lanchi, Oolong, and Pu 'er were standing on the main road not far from the Martial Arts Conference's registration area.
"This year's Martial Arts Conference feels so deserted. Buma didn't come, Sun Wuben didn't come, but why didn't Monkey King come either?"
"That kid Sun Wukong is cultivating in the Heaven Realm. I wonder how far he has grown."
"No matter how fast he grows, can he be faster than Sun Wuben?"
"That might not be the case. It's just that we don't know where Sun Wuben is now."
…
Last time, when Shenlong made a wish, although Shenlong didn't give them the secret of the peerless martial arts in the end, they understood one point from Shenlong's words. A true expert had to rely on himself. Don't think about the secret of the martial arts and become an expert overnight.
Therefore, after Sun Wuben was teleported away by Shenlong, everyone left. They didn't return to the Immortal Palace to look for Immortal Carlin. Instead, they explored the path of cultivation by themselves. They would meet once every two months to verify each other's martial arts. As a result, their progress was actually faster than cultivating under the guidance of Immortal Carlin of the Immortal Palace.
Therefore, when the Martial Arts Conference arrived this time, everyone gathered and came here.
As the rain pitter-pattered, a tall young man walked towards Kling, Master Roshi, and the others with an umbrella. Kling and the others didn't notice this person. After all, there were people coming and going here. Who would notice an ordinary person in the crowd?
"The registration period is about to end. Sun Wukong wouldn't have forgotten again, right?" Clint said worriedly. Master Roshi also frowned. "That kid is so careless. He almost missed the Martial Arts Conference last time. This time, he might …"
"Grandpa Master Roshi, you are in the wrong here. How can you speak ill of others behind their backs?" A voice rang out as that tall young man walked towards Kling and the others, stopping in his tracks.
"You are …"
Everyone's gazes landed on the young man. The young man put down the umbrella. He had a white cloth wrapped around his head, and his eyes were clear and bright.
The young man grabbed the white towel on his head and pulled it down. The white towel fell to the ground, and the hair on his head stood up one by one, turning into a maple leaf hairstyle.
Looking at this iconic hairstyle.
"You're not Monkey King, are you?" Kling pointed at Monkey King in surprise.
"Kling, long time no see." Monkey King smiled and greeted Master Roshi, "Grandpa Master Roshi, you haven't changed."
"So it's really you."
"Monkey King, how did you grow so tall?"
Master Roshi, Yamu Tea, Tien Shin, Dumpling, Lanchi, and the others were all amazed. Three years ago, Monkey King was still an innocent and cute little kid. Now, he had grown into a tall and handsome young man.
"Monkey King, I thought I grew taller. I didn't expect …" Kling looked at Monkey King, who was much taller than him, with a bitter expression. "I lost to you in this aspect. It's really annoying." "Monkey King, you've changed so much that I couldn't recognize you." Yamu Tea punched Monkey King in the chest and said with a smile, "You're so handsome. If Buma saw you, she would scream."
Monkey King smiled. "How has everyone been these three years? By the way, where's Buma? Why don't I see her? Yamu Tea, could it be that you two had a fight again? "
Yamu Tea's face dimmed, and everyone was silent. If Buma really had a good relationship with Yamu Tea, how could she be drifting in the universe for so long?
"Buma might still be in the universe," Kling said.
Monkey King was taken aback. "In what universe?"
"It seems that you don't know." Everyone looked at Sun Wuben in puzzlement.
"Didn't Sun Wuben tell you the last time he took Buma to Heaven?" Kling wondered. Monkey King blinked. "It's not that he didn't tell you, but I heard that they were going to Planet Namek. Could it be that they haven't returned yet?"
"After they went to Planet Namek, they played in the universe. Sun Wuben came back once to collect the Dragon Ball to make a wish. At that time, we were all …" Kling explained everything to Monkey King. At this moment, a Speedark flew over from the sky and landed beside them.
"You guys …" A fierce voice sounded, and a girl jumped down from the Speedark. Her light blue hair fluttered in the wind, and her lips were bright red. She looked at everyone with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
"Buma, you're finally here."
"Yamu Tea, your Buma is here." Yamu Tea's expression was complicated. Buma's gaze swept around and fell on Monkey King.
"Monkey King?"
"It's me, Buma. I heard that you went to the universe to play, but I didn't expect you to still be the same. By the way, what's wrong with your mouth? It's so red. Are you sick?" Monkey King pointed at Buma's mouth with a curious look.
"That's lipstick, lipstick!" Buma shouted. "Monkey King, I thought you would be sensible after growing up. I didn't expect you to still lack common sense. Forget it, I won't argue with you. By the way, are you all here? Is that bastard Sun Wuben not here? "
"We didn't see him," Kling said. "That's strange. Didn't he return to Earth very early?" Buma muttered.
"I just saw him," Monkey King said.
"Where is he?"
"In a car. Yes, that's the car …" Monkey King pointed at a high-speed train in the distance. Everyone looked over with wide eyes. Although there were many people in the car, Sun Wuben was not there.
"How could someone like Sun Wuben sit in that kind of car?" Buma sneered.
"Isn't that the screen on the car?" Monkey King said.
"Screen?" Because of King Piccolo's matter, Sun Wuben had become a great hero and a savior respected by everyone on Earth. Therefore, Sun Wuben's commercial value was very high. An advertisement was being played on the car's screen. The content of the advertisement was a clip of the God of Songs teasing King Piccolo. This advertisement was very popular, but the filming was really unflattering. In particular, King Piccolo in the advertisement had a long mouth and a dinosaur-like body. It was completely different from the original version. King Piccolo had a long mouth and a dinosaur-like body.
"Hmm?"
At this moment, everyone's eyes focused. A green figure appeared in their line of sight.
"King Beek?"
It was a tall young man dressed in emerald green with two green antennae on his forehead. He was wearing a blue shirt with the word "Demon" printed on it. This young man looked almost exactly the same as the young King Beek.
"Impossible. Isn't King Beek dead?" Almost everyone's spirit was a bit tense. The shadow that King Piccolo had cast on them was too great.
The young man in the "Demon" shirt walked on the street as if there was no one around. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the speeding train that was playing the advertisement of Singing Deities teasing King Beek. A trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.
Then, a light flashed in his eyes.
"Boom!"
The train exploded and was completely torn apart. The passengers inside were all over the place. Some were even sent flying. However, when they landed on the ground, there were not many injuries.
The young man in the "Demon" shirt turned and walked towards Monkey King and the others.
"Amazing!"
"His control of Ki just now has reached the acme of perfection." Kling, Tien Shin, Master Roshi, Dumpling, and Yamu Tea all had ugly expressions. Their nerves were even more tense. Just now, when the young man in the "Demon" shirt looked at the train, the entire train was torn apart. However, such an explosion did not injure the passengers inside. His control of Ki was not inferior to theirs.
"Although I don't know how strong his Ki is, just by looking at his martial arts realm, I can be sure that he is a very powerful opponent. Moreover, he looks like King Beek …"
"Maybe he is a martial artist from Planet Namek. But if he is really from Planet Namek, then we …" Kling, Tien Shin, Dumpling, and Yamu Tea looked at each other.
"Buma, you have been to Planet Namek. How is their martial arts cultivation?" Yamu Tea asked in a low voice.
"Very good. Sun Wuben once fought with them on Planet Namek. An ordinary battle-type Namekian's Battle Power is about 3,000. It is hard to say about the powerful ones. The strongest battle-type Namekian has more than 30,000 Battle Power," Buma said indifferently.
"3,000, 30,000?"
Tien Shin, Yamu Tea, Dumpling, Kling, and Master Roshi felt bitter in their mouths.
"Don't worry." Suddenly, a voice sounded, and a middle-aged man wearing glasses walked over.
"You are …"
"You don't need to know who I am. You just need to know that the young man in the" Demon "shirt is definitely not a martial artist from Planet Namek," the middle-aged man said indifferently.
"How do you know? Then who is he? It can't be King Beek, right? "Oolong said with a smile.
"You are right. He is King Beek," the middle-aged man said indifferently.
"Impossible!"
"Isn't King Beek dead?" Kling and Dumpling screamed.
"Since King Beek is the Demon King, how can you understand his means? Remember, the current King Beek has gone through arduous training and is more powerful than the previous King Beek, "the middle-aged man said and sighed," If it was Sun Wuben, there might still be hope, but you … "
Everyone's faces were deathly pale. Although they had trained for more than two years, Tien Shin, Dumpling, Yamu Tea, Kling, and Master Roshi did not think that they could defeat the more powerful King Beek.
The middle-aged man walked away with his hands behind his back.
"I don't know where Sun Wuben went, and he hasn't returned yet. I can't rely on him." The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes. "Beek and I are one. I can't let him cause new damage to Earth. Monkey King is still a bit inexperienced. He may not be able to defeat Beek. I can only do it myself."
The middle-aged man walked to the registration office. Sun Wukong's eyes flashed. "What a familiar smell. It's a bit like the smell of a god. Strange, could he be …" Sun Wukong retracted his gaze. If this middle-aged man was really possessed by a god, Sun Wukong naturally wouldn't expose him.
"Very good. I haven't had a good fight with Kami for a long time. I can take advantage of this opportunity to have a good fight." Monkey King's eyes were filled with excitement.
"It's a pity that Sun Wuben won't come, otherwise …" Monkey King's heart was filled with regret. In the past three years, his progress was very great. The improvement in his cultivation was so great, and the improvement in his martial arts realm was even more so. Monkey King did not have the confidence to win against Sun Wuben before, but this time …
Just as Buma, Monkey King, and others were waiting on Papaya Island, a stream of light descended to Earth.
In a small city garden on Earth, Whis and Sun Wuben appeared.
"Razzali is in a shopping mall a mile away in that direction. Shall we go now?" Whis said, "Let's make it clear first. I want to take Razzali to the God of Destruction's Planet to help her, so you have to persuade her to go with me."
"Go to the God of Destruction's Planet?" Sun Wuben frowned slightly. He also understood that helping Razzali was not an easy task. Maybe it was really not easy to do things on Earth.
"Yes, but I remember that today seems to be the registration day of our World Martial Arts Conference. I have to meet a few old friends first." Sun Wuben said, "Do you want to go and take a look?"
"World Martial Arts Conference? What a big tone. There is no need to see it. On your Earth, you and Razzali are a bit stronger. As for the rest, it's interesting to watch ants fight. "Whis glanced around and saw a snack bar in the distance. His eyes immediately lit up.
"That shop looks good." Whis walked directly to the snack bar.
"Whis, I'm leaving first." Sun Wuben immediately found Monkey King, Buma, and others. He then launched Instant Transmission and disappeared from the park.
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