The name of the World Martial Arts Competition was domineering, but it didn't have much of an impact. The competition was also very simple. The first round was the preliminaries.
Soon, the preliminaries began.
Sun Wuben, Monkey King, and the other contestants entered the competition hall one by one.
"This competition is to determine who is the world's number one expert …"
The host monk was giving a pre-competition speech in the competition hall. Outside the competition hall, all the places with windows were occupied by reporters. Because of the rules, only the contestants could enter the competition hall.
"Here, I found Singing Deities!" Suddenly, there was an excited scream.
"What are you screaming for!" Buma turned around and shouted at the screaming reporter. Suddenly, she was stunned. Singing Deities? He said he found Singing Deities. Could it be …
Buma was standing on Oolong's shoulder and leaning against the window to look inside. She wanted to see Yamu Tea's competition, but at this moment, she was in a dilemma.
"I heard the reporter say that he found the God of Songs. Could it be that Sun Wuben really participated in the martial arts competition? That guy should be a good student who studied obediently, but he actually practiced martial arts. My God, what kind of person is he? He's actually stronger than me. Could it be that I'm too beautiful, so God made a small flaw in my talent, and I'm slightly suppressed by this guy? "
"But …"
"Buma, should I watch Yamu Tea's competition or Sun Wuben's? Yamu Tea is the most handsome person in the world. Sun Wuben is also so strange. Hmm, it's decided. I'll watch both. If Sun Wuben isn't as handsome as the rumors say, I'll just watch Yamu Tea's competition. "Buma made the decision, but she couldn't find Sun Wuben's shadow in the competition hall.
"Oh no, this competition hall is too crowded. If Sun Wuben is also inside, he should be over there, not with Yamu Tea and Monkey King." Buma was once again in a difficult position.
…
Soon, lots were drawn in the competition hall.
"Number 12, is that you?"
"What? You're my opponent, No. 11? Look at how skinny you are. I'm afraid you won't be able to take a single punch from me. It's better for you to surrender as soon as possible. "
"Just because of what you said, I'll beat you up until your mother can't recognize you!"
The whole atmosphere started to get intense. At Stage 1, Clint had also drawn his own number. When he saw that it was Stage 1, his face fell immediately.
"I'm in the same arena as Goku. I'm most afraid of fighting against Goku. What should I do?" Kling cowered, his face full of apprehension.
However, the Monkey King acted as if nothing had happened. He even said to Kling, "Kling, when you fight later, you must be gentle. Don't use too much strength."
"Ah?" Kling was dumbfounded. He doubted whether he could win the first match, but the Monkey King actually told him to go easy on him.
"I feel that these people are very weak. They aren't even as strong as Sun Wuben." The Monkey King also said with some doubts, "They are so weak. It won't be good if you hit them too hard."
"You mean … you're afraid that I'll accidentally hurt people?" Kling almost jumped up. "Goku, when did you learn how to tell jokes?"
"In short, you must fight gently." Goku still said. At this time —
"Pa!"
A big hand slapped Kling's bald head. It was a tall and thin monk with a sinister smile on his face.
"Isn't this Kling?" The tall and thin monk slapped Kling's head and laughed sinisterly.
"Senior … Senior … Senior …" Kling's body trembled. Kling came from the Dolin Temple, which was famous for its martial arts. When he was in the temple, he was often bullied by those senior brothers. He had long been traumatized. Now that he saw this senior brother again, he was reflexively afraid.
"Who is he?" The Monkey King asked curiously, then frowned. "Kling, what are you afraid of?" Although the Monkey King didn't know that with Kling's current ability, he could defeat the tall and thin monk with one finger. However, he also felt that the other party was far weaker than Kling. Naturally, he didn't understand what Kling was afraid of.
"When I lived in the Dolin Temple, my senior brother was very strong," Kling said with a trembling voice.
The tall and thin monk laughed and patted Kling. "Kling, you have escaped from the Dolin Temple for more than seven months. It turns out that you were hiding outside to secretly practice martial arts. You even dare to participate in the Martial Arts Competition. You have grown a lot bolder. What's your number? 121. That's great. I'm number 122. We'll meet in the first round. Let me see how much you've improved in the past seven months. "
The tall and thin monk was very excited. Kling, this trash, was actually his opponent in the first round. Wasn't this giving him free points? The monks who were also from the Dolin Temple looked at the tall and thin monk enviously.
The tall and thin monk slapped Kling's bald head a few more times, making Kling grimace in pain. Then he laughed and left.
"Damn it!" The Monkey King muttered, "Kling, don't hold back later. Teach this abominable man a lesson."
"What nonsense are you talking about? That man is the top master of the Dolin Temple!" Clint 'jumped up in anger, and then he looked disheartened. "Oh no, oh no, this time I will be beaten up badly. Why am I so unlucky? I thought I wouldn't be bullied by them after I escaped from Dolin Temple, but I didn't expect to meet them again …"
"You're Clint, right?" A gentle voice sounded.
"You are …" Kling looked up at the young man who was walking over leisurely. The young man was very bright and handsome, giving people a good impression at first sight. However, Kling did not know this person. Soon, Kling saw the big word "Wu" written on the chest of his white T-shirt.
"Sun … Sun Wuben … Singing Deities?" Kling wondered.
"It's you, big brother!" Monkey King shouted, "My name is Monkey King. Kling, look, I told you that big brother is here to participate in the Martial Arts Conference!"
"Monkey King, you are much stronger than Beek and Lin. Just call me Wuben." Sun Wuben smiled and looked at Kling again. "Kling, not only are your skills not as good as Sun Wuben, but your vision and courage are also far behind. You don't have to be afraid of that monk from the Dolin Temple."
"But … but he is the top master of the Dolin Temple. You haven't seen how terrifying he is," Kling said in disbelief.
"I told you that your vision is not as good as Sun Wuben's. So what if that monk is the top master of the Dolin Temple? With your current skills, do you still have to be afraid of him? Kling, you have to believe in yourself. You can now torture that guy to death with your hands tied and your tongue. " Sun Wuben shook his head and turned to walk away. "An elephant is actually afraid of an ant. It really makes people speechless."
"Haha." A loud laugh sounded. A black-haired strong man in his thirties or forties pointed at Sun Wuben and laughed wildly. "You brat, you said that kid can torture the top master of the Dolin Temple to death with his tongue? What a joke! It's too funny! This is the first time I, Ma Xuan, have heard such a funny joke. As expected of the Singing Deities. Your jokes can become a god. Joke god, haha … "
Sun Wuben frowned. Ma Xuan's loud laughter was heard by everyone around. Many people pointed at them and laughed. The monks of the Dolin Temple were laughing so hard that they bent forward and backward. They held their stomachs and complained that their stomachs hurt. After all, these martial artists couldn't sense other people's Qi like the Z Warriors. Naturally, they didn't know that Kling's level of martial arts was far beyond what they could reach.
"Summer insects can't talk about ice." Sun Wuben snorted and walked to his arena in the distance.
"Hey, Singing Deities. You'd better go sing. You sing well, but martial arts is not something you can play with." Ma Xuan shouted, but Sun Wuben ignored him. At this time, an old man with white hair and beard stood in front of Sun Wuben.
"Young man, not bad."
"Old man, what's the matter?" Sun Wuben immediately became vigilant. According to the original plot, Master Roshi had disguised himself as Jackie Chan to participate in this martial arts competition. Master Roshi had disguised himself as an old man with white hair and beard and wearing a Tang suit.
The old man in front of him looked and dressed the same as in the plot.
"How do you know that those two kids are so strong that they can defeat the number one master of Dolin Temple with their tongues?" Master Roshi asked with a smile with his hands behind his back. Monkey King and Kling were his disciples. As the "God of Martial Arts," he naturally knew how strong these two disciples were. They were so strong that they could easily defeat the entire martial arts competition. But how could others know?
Moreover, he was also very interested in the sunny and handsome young man in front of him. From the mouths of the people around him, it seemed that this young man was a superstar singer and had once studied in the top class of the Capital of the North.
"These two little babies don't have shocking abilities. How would they dare to come to this Martial Arts Conference where there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers?" Sun Wuben smiled and winked at Master Roshi. He said meaningfully, "Old man, you dare to come to this martial arts competition at your age. With such confidence, I'm afraid that you are also an expert among experts. I'm afraid that the people of Dolin Temple who fish for fame won't be able to withstand your punches and kicks."
Master Roshi's mouth twitched. His level had already reached an incredible level. Not to mention the number one master of Dolin Temple, even the entire Dolin Temple together was not enough to be defeated by Master Roshi's Qigong Cannon.
Master Roshi's expression remained unchanged. "Young man, what are you trying to say? Of course, I'm strong. Young man, do you think I can make it to the top eight? "
"It depends on what the old man thinks. If you want, it's naturally easy …" Sun Wuben said with a smile. At this moment —
"Contestants 100 and 101, please come to the stage."
"Old man, it's my turn. I'm number 100," Sun Wuben said quickly, bypassing Master Roshi and walking towards the distant arena.
"This kid really saw that I, Kling, and Wukong have reached a different level. But this is impossible. Even Kami and Immortal Karin can't see a person's combat strength without fighting. Could it be that the reason he said is true?" Master Roshi looked at Sun Wuben's back with doubts.
"I wonder how this kid's martial arts cultivation is?" Master Roshi suddenly became interested.
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