In arena number five, a figure leaped up and did a beautiful somersault in the air before landing firmly on the ground.
"Singing Deities, you must be number 100. What a coincidence, hahaha! How lucky! "
"Ma Xuan, you're my opponent?" Sun Wuben walked leisurely towards the fifth combat ring, and he couldn't help but reveal a trace of a smile on the corners of his mouth as he looked at the middle-aged man who was in high spirits and seemed as if he'd won the lottery. After that, he leaped up and easily jumped onto the combat ring.
"Sun Wuben, I admire you." Ma Xuan laughed heartily, his expression extremely happy. "You're a top student of North City's top class, yet you actually dropped out of school. I don't know if you've gone stupid from all that studying. You're lucky to have some talent in music, and that's why you have your current achievements. However, martial arts isn't music. You can't rely on talent alone. What's more, you're just a yellow-skinned monkey.
"Your bloodline isn't stronger than mine," Sun Wuben said with a faint smile.
Ma Xuan's face suddenly darkened, and he looked a little sad. He fell silent for a moment before saying in a low voice, "That's right. You and I are both yellow-skinned. We yellow-skinned people have good brains and good coordination, but we're the weakest in terms of stamina and explosive power. Moreover, in terms of martial arts aptitude, we humans are far inferior to the mutants." In a daze, Ma Xuan recalled the scene of him being apprenticed.
"Ma Xuan, you shouldn't be practicing martial arts. Your bloodline means that no matter how hard you work, you won't be able to stand out in martial arts. I advise you to leave!"
"No, Master, I like martial arts. I don't like studying. Master, please teach me. I believe that as long as I work hard, even if my bloodline isn't good, I'll definitely be able to reach the top," Ma Xuan shouted.
"If that's the case, I'll have to charge you double the apprenticeship fee. Do you still want to be apprenticed?"
"Yes!" Ma Xuan answered without hesitation.
Since then, Ma Xuan had begun his arduous martial cultivation under his master's guidance. However, what made Ma Xuan suffer was that the disciples who had entered the sect at the same time as him, and even those who had entered the sect later than him, had achieved results that far exceeded his.
Every time she saw her junior brothers surpassing her, Ma Xuan's heart would bleed.
If it weren't for Ma Xuan's conviction, the need to prove his conviction, as well as Ma Xuan's passion for martial arts, there were many times when Ma Xuan would have collapsed and given up.
Finally, Ma Xuan finished his apprenticeship and could leave the sect to cultivate on his own.
At this time, Ma Xuan wasn't like the other disciples. Without the supervision of their master, they began to slack off. Instead, they worked even harder.
Even though his progress became slower and slower, and the effects of his cultivation were getting worse and worse, to the point where it had even stopped, Ma Xuan still did not give up.
In terms of physical strength, he had already reached the limits of the human body, and it was almost impossible for him to make any further progress. Thus, he could only improve his martial arts.
Close to 30 years of bitter cultivation and close to 20 years of meticulous research on martial skills led to Ma Xuan's trip to the Number One World Martial Arts Conference.
"Perhaps, I might not be the best in the world in terms of physical strength, but with my newly developed technique, Whirlwind 52, I will definitely, definitely be able to win the championship. At that time, I will take the prize money to visit Master and show him that even the purest Asian bloodline can win the championship of the World Martial Arts Conference and become the best in the world."
Ma Xuan's gaze became more and more determined.
"Sun Wuben, I'm different from you. You're just having fun and really think of yourself as a genius. You're just showing off your so-called 'omnipotence' and being able to win the championship in any field to show that you're a genius," Ma Xuan said in a low voice.
Sun Wuben's face twitched. 'That's not my goal at all!'
"Sun Wuben, I know you want to deny it, but that's not important. What's important is that I, Ma Xuan, came to the Martial Arts Conference this time to prove myself. I want to show the martial artists in the world that even the purest Asian bloodline, even if our strength is inferior to theirs, can still beat them until they cry for their parents and become the best martial arts god in the world!"
Sun Wuben's heart trembled, and the smile on his face disappeared.
Natural selection, survival of the fittest. Race was the biggest injustice in the world. In the Dragon Ball world, because there were too many intelligent races competing with normal humans on Earth, this injustice was magnified to the extreme.
The path of martial arts was a bloody example.
Pure-blooded earthlings, even if they trained to the extreme, may not be able to compare to some races that never trained.
In the original Dragon Ball world, Kling, Yamu Tea, and even Tien Shin, Dumpling, and Beek, these beginner Boss-level Z Warriors, why did they give up the goal of defeating Monkey King in the end? Wasn't it because the bloodline gap was too big, making them despair?
The bloodline of these Z Warriors was thousands of times stronger than that of normal humans, but compared to Monkey King and others.
In Planet Namek Saga, Monkey King's Battle Power rushed from tens of thousands to 150 million in just ten days or so. How could they compare? How could they catch up?
This was the strength of Saiyan's bloodline. At that time, only Vegeta, who also had Saiyan's bloodline, could catch up.
In the past, when Sun Wuben watched Dragon Ball, he couldn't understand why every time Monkey King and other Saiyans saved Earth, the earthlings would forget these things in the blink of an eye and push out Satan, whose strength was about 8 points, as the hero who saved the world.
The Boss that destroyed Earth had the power of a nuclear bomb with a single breath. He could destroy an entire city and a casual glare could easily destroy a mountain.
Obviously, everything had happened, and everyone had seen it.
Satan stacked 16 tiles together like this, and with a full strength attack, he could only split 15 of them. The remaining one couldn't be split open. Could he really defeat this person who could destroy a city with a spit?
In a civilized society where technology had developed to the point of being able to create and transform spaceships, was the intelligent race really stupid to such a position?
Now, Sun Wuben understood. It wasn't that he didn't understand.
Ordinary people may not understand, but how could elite people and martial artists not understand?
Rather, they didn't want to understand, or because the bloodline gap was too big, and the dimension gap was too big, so they chose to forget.
"Will I also experience the experiences and feelings of the martial artists on Earth in the original Dragon Ball world in the future?" Sun Wuben was a little confused. How weak his body was, Sun Wuben had already deeply felt it in these years of training. Especially when compared to the Z Warrior Tien Shin and Dumpling in the original Dragon Ball, this feeling was even more unforgettable.
"You, Sun Wuben, have unparalleled musical talent in the world. You should walk the path of music and push the pure-blooded yellow people to the top in the world in music, making people look askance and other races go crazy and admire you. You shouldn't have come to this martial arts tournament. This is a waste, a waste of your talent. As for me, in martial arts, I will push the yellow people … "Ma Xuan talked endlessly.
"Cough!"
A cough sounded, and the presiding judge stared at Ma Xuan with sweat all over his forehead.
"I say, contestant No. 101, please immediately, immediately, immediately start the match. This is the martial arts tournament's arena, not a family tea party," the presiding judge shouted.
"Uh …"
Ma Xuan's face turned red, and then a solemn expression appeared on his face.
"Sun Wuben, in order to wake you up from your Singing Deities, in order to let you return to the right path of music, and in order to let you see what the yellow people's ultimate martial arts is like, I have decided to use the ultimate fist technique I created — Whirlwind 52. Of course, I will only use the weakest first move because I am afraid you will die because of it. Okay … Let's begin!"
"Ultimate fist technique?" Sun Wuben whispered.
"Although I don't like you very much, your goal of not bowing down to fate and fighting for the honor of the yellow race is the same as mine, so …" Sun Wuben's eyes suddenly shot out a blazing light, "So I will use my strongest attack to defeat you."
Boom!
It was as if thunder had exploded on the ground. Ma Xuan's body moved. He bent his waist very simply, kicked his feet, and rushed forward. Then, he bent his body and shot out a punch.
As the punch flew towards Sun Wuben, it even caused gusts of wind to shoot towards him.
"The wind is swirling."
"So strong!"
Sun Wuben could feel the wind from the punch hitting his skin, and there was a faint pain.
"The wind is like a drill. How strong will the punch be? Unfortunately, it's useless!" Sun Wuben bent his body as this thought flashed through his mind. Then, he bent his body and punched out.
It was like a flash of lightning. Even Sun Wuben's punch could not be seen.
Bang!
Under everyone's gaze, Ma Xuan flew backwards and crashed heavily into the wall of the arena. Then, his whole body seemed to be stuck to the wall, and he stopped for a moment before sliding down.
Beating Up Like a Painting!
There were three stages of Internal Martial Arts: Obvious Strength, Concealed Strength, and Transforming Strength.
Although Sun Wuben had never learned the real Internal Martial Arts, he could combine the Sun Woo-ryu's cultivation method with the Internal Martial Arts theory from his previous life to create his own Internal Martial Arts.
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