Sun Wuben's eyes lit up, then he looked at Master Roshi and felt a little strange. In this year's World Martial Arts Conference, Master Roshi participated in it as Jackie Chan in order to defeat his disciples and let Monkey King and Kling know that there was always someone better, so that they could continue to work hard in martial arts and not be arrogant and complacent.
But that was the original Dragon Ball. Now, Monkey King and his body's Kling's combat power was close to 600 points, which was very terrifying. King Beek's combat power was only 260 points.
Master Roshi's martial arts realm was very strong, but with 139 points of combat power, he could at most exert more than 200 points of combat power, so he was completely desperate when he met King Beek. Now, facing him and Monkey King, these terrifying monsters with combat power of 600 points, how could they play?
Sun Wuben suddenly felt a headache. If Master Roshi really wanted to teach him and Sun Wuben a lesson as Jackie Chan, he was afraid that he would be no different from the other contestants in the Martial Arts Conference and be killed in one punch.
"Grandpa, you want to take us to participate in the Martial Arts Conference?" Monkey King was happy.
"Yes, you should also go out and compete with other martial arts experts. Although it is absolutely impossible for you to win, your foundation is already solid. What you need to do next is to walk your own path, so it is very important to see the world's martial arts experts," Master Roshi said seriously.
"Great!" Monkey King jumped up, and Sun Wuben was also full of smiles, looking excited. Of course, this was an act. After all, his current identity was a child, not an adult who had become a wily old fox in the Jianghu.
Looking at the overjoyed appearance of the two, Master Roshi couldn't help but laugh.
"Kling, Goku, you can take off the tortoise shell now. There's no need to carry it when you participate in the Martial Arts Tournament." "Okay!" Monkey King immediately wanted to take off the tortoise shell. "Wait a minute, Sun Wuben," Sun Wuben shouted. "We don't actually need to take off our turtle shells."
"Is that so?" Monkey King put the half-removed tortoiseshell back on.
Master Roshi looked at Sun Wuben in confusion. "Kling, what do you mean by there's no need to take off the turtle shell?"
"That's right. With our strength, even if we carry a turtle shell, few people in the Martial Arts Conference will be our match, so there's no need to take it off." Sun Wuben squinted with a confident look.
Master Roshi's lips twitched.
'It seems that my decision to take them to the Martial Arts Conference and pretend to be Jackie Chan to participate in the tournament was correct. Baldy is still as arrogant as ever.' This thought flashed through Master Roshi's mind. Since the day Kling became Master Roshi's disciple, he acted as if he was very powerful and stole the limelight from Monkey King everywhere. At that time, Master Roshi didn't like it very much.
"If you want to carry it, then carry it. By the way, hurry up and take a bath and get ready. We'll set off in a while." Master Roshi chuckled, then turned and walked to his inner room. "I also have to dress up."
"Kling, let's go take a bath."
"En." Sun Wuben and Monkey King walked to the bathroom. Soon, the two changed and walked out of the bathroom.
"Goku, Kling." Lanchi walked in front of the two with a box in her arms. "I have a gift for you." Then she placed the box in front of the two. "What is it?" Monkey King opened it and saw two dark blue tall gentlemen's hats inside. Under the gentlemen's hats were folded clothes.
"Is this for us?" Monkey King was very happy. Although he never cared about clothes, he was also very happy to occasionally change into new clothes. "Lanchi, did you make this?" Sun Wuben also remembered that in the original Dragon Ball, when Monkey King and Kling went to participate in the Martial Arts Conference for the first time, Lanchi made a suit for the two of them. Lanchi's face flushed. "I made it. You can try it on."
"That's good. I haven't worn such clothes yet." Monkey King put it on, and Sun Wuben also put on the suit. After the two put it on, their temperament was different. Obviously, they were much more stable than normal.
"Lanchi, your craftsmanship is really good. This suit is very fitting. It's not inferior to the products made by those masters." Sun Wuben praised from the bottom of his heart.
Lanchi's face was even redder.
"Monkey King, since we have changed into this suit, we won't carry the turtle shell for the time being. Carrying it will ruin the temperament of this suit." Sun Wuben saw that Monkey King was so happy that he wanted to carry the turtle shell, so he quickly stopped him. "Okay." Monkey King didn't care about this at all.
At this time, Master Roshi also walked out wearing a hat and a neat suit. He looked up and down at Sun Wuben and Monkey King and nodded. "Not bad. Okay, Sun Wuben, Kling, let's go now. Lanchi, you look after the house." Master Roshi said as he threw out a Hoi-Poi Capsule. Soon, Monkey King, Kling, and Master Roshi got in the car and drove away.
The next day, at the World Martial Arts Conference, there was a sea of people. In some places, there were even a large number of reporters interviewing the contestants. Of course, there were also some famous contestants who were surrounded by fans asking for autographs.
"Kling, Buma said that she would come to watch the competition. Yamu Tea might also be here. Let's go and look for them." Monkey King pulled Kling into the crowd. The two of them were in the crowd for a while. Before they could use the move 'standing on the head of a tall man' like in the original work, they heard a call.
"Goku, Kling, over here!"
"It seems to be Buma's voice." Monkey King and Kling turned their heads and looked. At this time, Yamu Tea, Buma, Oolong, and Puar squeezed over.
"Goku, Kling, why do I feel that you two haven't grown taller at all? Is it because Old Turtle mistreated you and didn't give you food to eat? "Buma said with a smile.
"Buma, you haven't grown either." Kling snorted and looked at Yamu Tea. "Yamu Tea, hello."
"I knew you two would come." Yamu Tea said with a smile, "Without you two, even if I won first place in this Martial Arts Tournament, it would be meaningless."
"Hmph, you won't get first place." Monkey King said crisply, "I will definitely beat you."
"Then we'll see when the time comes. Let me see what kind of superb fist techniques you and Kling have learned from Teacher Wu Tian." Yamu Tea laughed. For the past eight months, he had been cultivating crazily in seclusion in the mountains for the sake of the World Martial Arts Tournament. He had even comprehended the Wolf Wolf Gale Fist to the point that it had surpassed a real wolf.
"Eight months. In these eight months, my cultivation and improvement speed were more than ten times faster than before. Now, I am at least two or three times stronger than eight months ago." Yamu Tea's eyes flashed with confidence. He, a desert bandit, had actually lost to the little brat Monkey King in martial arts. This had always been his greatest shame.
"Grandpa didn't teach us any fist techniques, but he said that our foundation is good enough. We can create our own fist techniques." Monkey King said crisply.
"Teacher Wu Tian's guidance is indeed unique." Yamu Tea nodded. "My Wolf Fang Gale Fist was also created by me. Self-created fist techniques are indeed the most suitable for oneself. However, Monkey King, Kling, you two don't even have a finishing move. It seems like you'll lose for sure this time."
"Of course not." Sun Wukong was not convinced.
"We will definitely win." Kling was not confident in fighting others, but he was still very confident in Yamu Tea.
"It seems that the two of you should have improved a lot. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so confident." Buma smiled and looked at Monkey King and Kling. "By the way, why didn't you carry the tortoise shell I gave you?"
"Tortoise shell?" Yamu Tea had returned yesterday, so Buma also mentioned to him that Monkey King and Kling came to her to make tortoise shells.
"By the way, Buma said that you want a set that can be adjusted from 20 Jin to 10,000 Jin. Is that true or false?" Yamu Tea asked doubtfully. After all, 10,000 Jin was too terrifying.
"Of course it's true." Monkey King directly took out the Hoi-Poi Capsule from his body, as if he wanted to throw it out for Yamu Tea to see.
"Monkey King, quickly put it away." Buma shouted. "There seems to be no place to put it here." Monkey King muttered. "Yamu Tea, our tortoise shell can indeed be adjusted to 10,000 Jin, but Monkey King and I can only adjust it to 1,000 Jin now," Kling said.
"1,000 Jin?" Buma screamed.
"You said that you are now cultivating with a 1,000 Jin tortoise shell?" Yamu Tea also shouted in disbelief. He was a cultivator and had also tried to cultivate while carrying a heavy load. At his current level, 1,000 Jin was not particularly heavy, but that was only for a short period of time. If he carried it all day, 100 Jin would be somewhat difficult.
"Originally, I could have carried a heavier one. Even if it was 10,000 Jin, I could have carried it all day without a problem. But then, it would not be easy to cultivate." Kling beamed with joy and said with a smug face.
Buma and Yamu Tea stared, and then their expressions were a little strange.
"Kling, your boasting is not true at all." Buma giggled.
"Kling, your joke is really funny." Yamu Tea also laughed very happily.
"Kling is not boasting." Monkey King said, "We can indeed adjust it to 10,000 Jin, but that way, it will be too heavy. Every time we take a step, our feet will sink into the ground. Moreover, if we sink too deep, it will not be convenient for us to complete our cultivation homework. That's why we stopped at 1,000 Jin."
"Is that so?!"
Buma and Yamu Tea laughed even louder.
They did not think that Monkey King was boasting, nor did they think that Monkey King had become as arrogant as Kling. After all, although the two felt that Kling was very cunning, they still trusted Monkey King's character. After all, not everyone could sit on the Somersault Cloud.
"Monkey King, this silly boy, it seems that he still doesn't understand common sense such as arithmetic." Buma and Yamu Tea looked at each other.
"Kling, Monkey King, it's great that you are so powerful." Yamu Tea laughed. "By the way, I heard that a legendary expert appeared in this Martial Arts Conference."
"That's great." Monkey King was overjoyed.
"A legendary expert?" Kling frowned. Although he was now ridiculously powerful, he had never participated in the World Martial Arts Conference. Naturally, he was nervous.
"It's an old man named Jackie Chan. He has won many Martial Arts Conferences, and the way he won is very terrifying." Yamu Tea's face turned slightly serious. "This time, I suspect that my most terrifying opponent in winning the championship will be him."
"His way of winning is very terrifying?" Monkey King asked doubtfully.
"For example, by waving his palm through the air, he can knock people out of the arena with just the wind from his palm," Yamu Tea said.
"The wind from his palm can …" Monkey King's eyes widened, and then he became even more excited. "I didn't expect there to be such a terrifying opponent. That's great, Kling."
"That's great." Kling's face revealed a bitter expression.
The four of them were talking. Although Sun Wuben didn't control Kling's body, he still heard Yamu Tea's words. Moreover, Sun Wuben also saw the scene of Master Roshi sneaking away.
"It seems that this Jackie Chan is Master Roshi. I didn't expect him to sign up this time. I'm afraid that in addition to training us, he also wants to get the championship reward." Sun Wuben pondered. Not long after.
Clang!
A huge bell rang, and then —
"Contestants, please enter the competition hall. All contestants, please enter the competition hall within fifteen minutes." The loudspeaker sounded.
"Let's go to the competition hall!"
"Okay, Buma, Oolong, Poole, wait outside." Yamu Tea, Monkey King, and Kling walked towards the competition hall.
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