Satan City.
Cafes, restaurants, large shopping malls, and even parks and children's playgrounds. An old man and a young man appeared. The old man wore a white Chinese tunic suit and the young man wore sunglasses to cover his face.
For the rest of the day, Sun Wusheng did not ask Sun Wuben to talk about serious matters.
Instead, he took Sun Wuben to play in Satan City as the host. He did not even return to the training hall at night. Instead, he booked a room in a five-star hotel.
For Sun Wuben, training was very urgent. But compared to family, especially when he thought about how rare it was to play with his grandfather, he naturally could not be discouraged.
Early the next morning.
Combat Skill No. 18 said.
"Hey!"
"Ha!"
Ten teenagers and Mark were sweating profusely while training. Outside the door, an old man and a young man walked in side by side.
"It's Sun Wuben!"
"Sun Wuben is back!"
When the apprentices and Mark saw the young man, their eyes lit up. But when they saw the old man beside the young man, their faces became bitter. They did not dare to be lazy in their training.
"Alright, all of you stop!"
"Yes, Master!" The apprentices were overjoyed and stopped their training.
"Good morning, Master. By the way, Mr. Sun Wuben, I heard that you are Singing Deities? A very famous singer in the Capital of the North? " "Sun Wuben, I heard from Mark that you might be the Singing Deities from the Capital of the North, Sun Wuben, right?" Some of the apprentices could not wait to ask.
Mark jumped in front of Sun Wuben: "Hahaha, I forgot yesterday. You are Singing Deities. Haha, I really like listening to your songs, but the record was taken away by Master. By the way, Sun Wuben, don't say that you are not that Singing Deities. I think you look very similar to him. "
"Humph!"
Sun Wusheng snorted, and the buzzing suddenly quieted down.
"Mark, you and Wuben fight." Sun Wusheng said lightly.
"Ah?"
Ma Ke stared blankly at Sun Wuben, then at Sun Wuben. Pointing at Sun Wuben, he asked, "Master, are you saying that I should compete with him?"
"That's right. I've already told you that Wuben's understanding of cultivation is a hundred times better than yours. Go and exchange blows with him. As long as you can last ten moves from him, I won't care if you want to listen to music or sing in the future." Sun Wusheng said lightly.
Ma Ke blinked. Only now did he realize that his master wasn't joking.
"Master, you want Senior Brother Ma Ke and Mr. Sun Wuben? I heard that Mr. Sun Wuben is from the Capital of the North … "The young man from yesterday asked in a low voice.
Sun Wusheng sneered and glanced at the disciple with the highest potential other than Ma Ke. "Could it be that you want to compete with him in knowledge?"
"No, I'm just curious. Mr. Sun Wuben is studying in school. He should be very busy and doesn't have time to cultivate." The young man smiled.
"That's true. Wuben doesn't have much time to cultivate, but his cultivation isn't like yours. It's sloppy." Sun Wusheng said lightly and glanced at Ma Ke. "Ma Ke, what are you waiting for?"
"Master!" Ma Ke came back to his senses.
"Disciple is very willing. It's just that disciple's fist strength is strong and his cultivation isn't good enough. Furthermore, a scholar like Mr. Sun Wuben looks thin and weak. Disciple is afraid that if I use too much strength, he will be injured. That wouldn't be good." Ma Ke said.
Sun Wusheng lowered his eyelids.
"If you can injure him, then you will have graduated. Master can also let you be the Dojo Master of this training hall. Go, don't talk too much nonsense. En, Wuben, you stand in the middle as well."
"Yes, Grandpa." Sun Wuben walked to the center of the hall and stood there with flaws all over his body.
Ma Ke smiled when he saw this, and the surrounding students also smiled.
"Master, look at his body. If there aren't a hundred, then there are at least ninety flaws. I don't think we should be in a hurry to compete. Let's do a test first." Ma Ke laughed.
"Test?"
Sun Wusheng raised his eyelids. "Alright, how do you want to test?"
"I want to test Mr. Sun Wuben's strength." Ma Ke laughed and pointed at the pile of tiles in the corner of the hall. "Mr. Sun Wuben, I can split ten tiles stacked together. You don't have to be surprised. There aren't many people in the world who can do this. Now, I want to test you by splitting tiles. Let's see how many you can split. I hope it's not less than six."
Splitting tiles again? Sun Wuben blinked. He felt the veins in his eyes twitching.
"Grandpa, do you test by splitting tiles here?" Sun Wuben asked.
Sun Wusheng smiled bitterly. "Do you think it's easy for everyone to earn money like you? I can't afford boxing tools here. Without boxing tools to measure strength, I can only use some broken tiles to make up the numbers. Anyway, these things are easy to make. Don't look down on these tiles. Although they look thin, they are very hard. They are much harder to split than wooden boards of the same thickness."
"I know how hard tiles are." Sun Wuben said with a smile. The tiles that everyone used for testing were the kind of high-thickness glazed tiles. Not just anyone could split a piece of it.
"Mr. Sun Wuben, I'll go move the tiles. How about I take ten pieces first?" An apprentice called out.
"Skar, no need to move them. I'll go outside and do it myself. Also, you guys come out. I'll split the tiles outside to save you the trouble." Sun Wuben smiled at Skar and walked out of the hall. Everyone hurriedly followed him out.
Outside the hall, under the eaves, there was a pile of tiles piled up in the corner. It was at least one meter high and nearly two meters long.
"Mr. Sun Wuben, do you want me to help you put the tiles up?"
"No need. You guys stand aside." Sun Wuben walked towards the pile of tiles and raised his hand. "Open your eyes. I'm going to split it."
"What?"
Everyone was shocked. Even Sun Wusheng was stunned. The pile of tiles was close to two hundred pieces. There were six stacks, and each stack had more than thirty pieces. Could it be that Sun Wuben was going to split thirty pieces of tiles like this?
"Wuben, you're going to split it like this?"
"This won't work?"
"It's fine if you can." Sun Wusheng frowned. It wasn't that he couldn't split a hundred pieces of tiles like this, but because the tiles were stacked against the wall, there wasn't enough space for him to use his strength.
"But if you do this, I'm afraid you won't even be able to use eighty percent of your strength." Sun Wusheng said.
"Enough. Eighty percent is definitely enough." Sun Wuben said, and his hand suddenly slammed down.
"Bang!" With a loud sound, Sun Wuben's palm was like a sharp steel knife. It directly slammed down, splitting the entire pile of tiles from top to bottom.
"Hualala!!"
The pile of tiles fell to the sides, and it could be seen that every tile that had been split open had been cleanly cut.
"Split open?"
"All … all split open?"
"From top to bottom, the entire pile was split open. Not … not a single piece was left behind?" Everyone's eyes were wide open, including Mark and Sun Wusheng.
"There are nearly thirty tiles in this stack, and they are placed against the wall. The arm used to split the tiles can't stretch out, so the strength used is even smaller. But from top to bottom, all of them were split open without a single piece missing. It was so easy. If there were two more tiles at the bottom, they could also be split open, right?"
Although martial artists often talked about the physical limits of the human body and said that breaking through the Realm Gate would allow one to possess strength beyond the limits of the human body, that was still a strength that belonged to humans. However, Sun Wuben's strength at this moment was not something that humans could possess.
"I still haven't woken up from the dream I had yesterday?" Sun Wusheng lowered his eyelids and put his hands behind his back. He seemed very calm, but the hands in his sleeves were slightly trembling.
"Hahahaha!"
Suddenly, a loud laugh sounded. Mark opened his mouth like a hippopotamus and laughed loudly.
"Senior Mark, this … this Mr. Sun Wuben … is … is so powerful!" The young man next to him stammered.
"Senior Mark, you … what are you laughing at?" Nasca murmured.
"Magic!" Mark laughed loudly and said, "It's all magic, it's all magic! Magic, do you understand?! "
The apprentices were all stunned. Magic? Was it really a magic trick? The pile of tiles had really been cut open. A few apprentices walked forward in a daze and examined the broken tiles. Clearly, it wasn't a trick. These tiles had really been cut open.
Sun Wuben was also stunned. Then, his expression became strange. In the world of Dragon Ball, when faced with the Z Warrior's strength that surpassed humans, Mr. Satan would always say that it was magic. In the entire world of Earth, except for a few, those were all recognized as magic.
It was like this once, twice, thrice, and four times. It was like this almost every time.
It seemed absurd, but if one thought about it carefully, it was not absurd. After all, that kind of ability went against the laws of science and went against mainstream values. Moreover, there were only a few Z Warriors on Earth who had that kind of ability. In addition, the humans on Earth were killed time and time again. Every time the Z Warriors gathered the seven Dragon Ball and summoned Shenlong to make a wish, they were revived.
These inexplicable things made the humans on Earth feel a little numb.
Moreover, the potential of the martial artists on Earth was like the difference between a mouse and an elephant when compared to the Z Warriors. They were jealous of the injustice. Even if they knew in their hearts that it couldn't be a trick, they would still say that it was a trick. After all, if a trick was so powerful, it should be an immortal art or magic.
"In the blink of an eye, I also received such treatment."
Sun Wuben felt that it was funny when he saw the Dragon Ball. Why were those people so stupid? This time, he could not help but sigh in his heart. He did not expect that he would also have the ability to be regarded as magic.
"Whether it is magic or not, Wuben has already shown his strength." At this moment, Sun Wusheng said in a deep voice, "Ma Ke, it's your turn to fight with Wu Ben. As I said before, if you can withstand ten moves from him, Master will not care about you. If you can win, this dojo will be yours."
"Hahahaha!" Mark opened his mouth and let out a laugh that could shake the roof tiles. He turned around and strode into the hall. "Come, let's go in. Juniors, open your eyes and watch carefully. See how I, Mark, will break his magic. Hahahaha! Magic, it's all magic! Hahaha … "
In the hall, everyone stood still. Each of them widened their eyes and held their breaths as they looked at the two people standing in the middle of the hall.
"The magic is all fake. Senior Mark will definitely win!"
"Magic? It's just a trick. It's okay to scare people normally, but when it comes to a real fight, hmph!"
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