There were eight arenas in the spacious hall.
"Thank you for coming all the way to the World Martial Arts Conference …" In the middle of the arena, an old monk was speaking into a microphone expressionlessly.
On the left side of the arena, Monkey King, Yamu Tea, and Kling were standing together.
"Do you see that? That's contestant Jackie Chan." Yamu Tea's eyes suddenly lit up and pointed in a direction. Monkey King and Kling looked over and saw a white-haired old man in black clothes three arenas away. The old man was walking towards a girl with a perverted expression.
"Your figure is amazing. May I know your name, miss?" The white-haired old man approached the girl with a perverted expression and asked with a cheeky smile. It was a slender, beautiful girl in blue with purple hair. When she saw Master Roshi flirt with her, she looked timid.
"I … I'm Lan … Lan Fang!" The girl said crisply.
"Lan Fang, I'm Jackie Chan. How about we have a meal together after the competition?" The white-haired old man was very friendly. However, the girl was shocked. She screamed, "Go away, go away!" She immediately attracted everyone's attention. Even the old monk in the arena couldn't help but stop explaining the rules.
"Just kidding. Haha, just kidding." Master Roshi looked bored. He turned to the old monk in the arena and said, "Judge, please put me in the same group as Miss Lan Fang."
"That's impossible," the old monk said expressionlessly. Then, he continued explaining the rules.
"It really is Master Roshi." Sun Wuben felt strange. Even though Master Roshi was using Jackie Chan's identity, he still couldn't help but be perverted when he saw a beautiful girl. Moreover, he was flirting with Lan Fang this time. "This Lan Fang is considered a pretty good expert among the female Dragon Ball players from Earth. She's like Qiqi in the early days." Sun Wuben sighed. At that moment —
"Yo, if it isn't Kling!" Four monks, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, walked over with smiles on their faces.
"I was wondering who it was. So it's you, Senior Brothers." Kling narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Senior Brothers, are you also here to participate in the Martial Arts Conference?" "The champion of the Martial Arts Conference has a large sum of money. Of course, we want to try our luck. And these days, we have been working very hard to cultivate." The tall and thin monk said.
"Then I'll have to spar with Senior Brother later." Kling sneered.
The four monks' expressions changed slightly. The fat monk laughed awkwardly. "With Junior Brother Kling here, I'm afraid it'll be hard to get the prize. Junior Brother Kling, you'll have to go easy on them later."
"That's for sure. After all, we are fellow disciples," Kling said coolly.
"Junior Brother Kling, let's go over there and have a look." The four monks said and left with smiles on their faces. Sun Wuben couldn't help but sigh in his heart. In the original Dragon Ball, these four senior brothers of Kling in the Dolin Temple had always bullied him. Even when he met them in the Martial Arts Conference, they were very arrogant, slapping Kling's head. Even a good-tempered person like the Monkey King was very angry when he saw them. But this time, because they were taught a lesson by Sun Wuben in the Dolin Temple, they were respectful to Kling without any arrogance at all.
Like the original Dragon Ball, the competition was divided into eight groups. The groups were determined by drawing lots. In the end, one winner from each group would be the top eight contestants. Monkey King, Kling, and Yamu Tea were lucky not to be in the same group. Then the competition began directly, and the contestants came to the stage one by one to compete.
"Strange?"
Monkey King frowned, and Kling also looked at the martial arts competition around them in surprise.
At this time, it was not their turn yet, so the two of them naturally watched from the side. However, what level were Monkey King and Kling at now? Their combat power was close to 600 points, which meant that they were strong enough to blast out a nuclear explosive Qigong Bomb. Watching the competition of these martial artists was like a tiger watching two ants fight.
"These people look really weak," Monkey King muttered.
"They are indeed too weak." Kling scratched his head.
"Goku, Kling, we are not on the same level as them now," Yamu Tea said with a smile. For Yamu Tea, there were not many people who were worth watching on the stage.
"Ah Lin, tell Wukong that when he goes up to compete later, he must be gentle," Sun Wuben said in a deep voice. "Ah Ben, what do you mean?" Kling wondered. "Can't you see? With our current combat power, we can blow them out of the arena with just a breath." Sun Wuben said in a deep voice, "So, once we use too much strength, we will kill them."
"Kill them?" Kling's heart skipped a beat. Killing people in the Martial Arts Tournament is not allowed.
"Is it really that serious?" Kling hesitated.
"It will definitely be heavier, not lighter."
"That's good." Clint 'turned his head and said, "Goku, you saw it too. We have been through cultivation, and our current level is too high. The speed of these people's attacks is too slow, and their strength is too weak. In my opinion, when we go up, we must not use our strength."
"Well, I think so too." Monkey King is still very good in this regard and nodded repeatedly.
"Sun Wuben, we must reduce our strength to the minimum. Just treat them as a stone that weighs less than a thousand Jin." Kling continued to exhort according to Sun Wuben's words. "Well, I can try." Monkey King nodded. He was a little confused now. These people who participated in the Martial Arts Tournament were too weak. Such weak people actually came to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament.
"I hope that Jackie Chan and Yamu tea can give me a little surprise." Monkey King thought in his heart. At this time, "Monkey King, it's my turn." Monkey King jumped onto the arena. A giant with a height of nearly two Zhang, whose finger was thicker than Monkey King's body, walked onto the arena and then looked at Monkey King in surprise.
"My opponent is you?" The giant's face turned ugly. "What's this? Such a little brat can also compete on the arena? What has this Martial Arts Tournament become? "
"Hello, my name is Monkey King. Please make your move. You look really weak." Monkey King shouted at the giant.
"I'm weak?" The giant's eyes widened, and the people watching from the side couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"I think you are really weak. You make your move first. Otherwise, you won't have a chance when I make my move." Monkey King said in a crisp voice, and the laughter around him became even louder.
"Goku is on the arena. It's still Walrus." At this time, Master Roshi's gaze moved away from Lan Fang and looked at Monkey King's arena. "Although Goku will definitely win, and he can win cleanly, we still have to see how he will win." Master Roshi quietly watched with his hands behind his back.
"Goku, come on!"
"Goku, hit that guy hard!" Buma shouted from the window.
"Goku, come on. This person should be more powerful." Yamu Tea couldn't help but shout.
"Goku, don't use too much strength." Kling also shouted, "A gentle push is enough. Otherwise, it would be terrible if you kill him."
Listening to Kling's shout, whether it was the people around, Master Roshi, or Yamu Tea, they were all speechless.
"Little brat, do you want to go down by yourself, or do you want me to beat you down?" The giant shouted.
"Hurry up and make your move. The sooner you finish, the sooner you can leave." Monkey King looked indifferent. "I really think you are too weak."
"Little brat, although you are small, your tone is big. Well, it seems that if I don't make my move, you won't go down by yourself." The giant said as he opened his palm and grabbed at Monkey King. "You are really slow. Really too slow." Monkey King looked at the giant's palm with a disappointed face. Only when the giant palm was one foot away from him did he exert force on his feet and his body jumped out.
"Huh?" After the giant grabbed, he felt that he didn't catch anything at all. He couldn't help but think.
"Hey, I said, your movements are too slow." Monkey King's voice sounded.
"Ah?" The giant looked in the direction of the voice and soon saw Monkey King standing at his feet, looking up at him.
"Little brat, you run away quite fast. Then, you have to be careful of this move." The giant punched at Monkey King. Bang! This punch landed heavily on a hand, and then a powerful recoil surged out. Sun Wukong raised a hand, opened his five fingers, and blocked the fist.
"The power of this punch is only so little?" Monkey King's eyes were full of disappointment. He came to participate in the Martial Arts Conference in high spirits and thought that he could meet many strong people.
"It's no different from the power of a fruit falling from a tree. This is called a martial artist? This is also called a Martial Arts Conference? " Monkey King slightly exerted force in his hand, and the giant suddenly felt a terrifying force surge out. Then, his whole body flew directly and fell down toward the ring.
The surroundings suddenly quieted down.
"What's going on?"
"Why was that guy, Walrus, suddenly thrown up and fell down the ring?"
"It seems that the little brat caught that punch, and then jumped up by himself and flew down the ring? What the hell is that guy, Walrus, doing? "Voices of discussion rang out.
"Out of bounds, contestant Monkey King wins." The referee's voice sounded.
"What are you playing!" Monkey King pouted and walked down the ring.
"Goku, how was it?" Kling asked repeatedly.
"Too weak, there was no strength at all." Monkey King said crisply, "Fortunately, you told me not to use too much strength. Otherwise, I really suspected that I would kill someone."
"Sure enough, these people are very weak." Kling smiled.
"Goku, you have to know that you are different from them." Yamu Tea smiled and said, "However, your growth these days is really beyond my expectations. It seems that you are a little stronger than I thought, but this is interesting. When the time comes, we have to have a good fight."
"Okay." Monkey King nodded heavily. Monkey King still had great expectations for Yamu Tea. After all, before going to Master Roshi to cultivate, Yamu Tea was only a little weaker than Monkey King.
Time passed, and not long after, Yamu Tea went on the stage. However, what Monkey King didn't understand was that Yamu Tea's performance wasn't that amazing. He was also pitifully weak.
However, Monkey King didn't think too much about it. After all, the other opponents were too weak. If Yamu Tea performed too well, it was very likely that he would use too much strength and kill or injure someone.
Then, Kling went on the stage.
Although Kling repeatedly warned Monkey King that his opponents were very weak and that he shouldn't use too much strength, when it was his turn, Kling was actually nervous. However, when his opponent punched, Kling's heart calmed down because his opponent was indeed too weak. In the end, Kling gently reached out and caught his opponent's fist. Then, with a push, he sent his opponent flying out of the ring.
The preliminaries were very fast. One by one, the contestants were cruelly eliminated. Monkey King, Kling, and Yamu Tea watched the other contestants' matches outside of their own, especially Jackie Chan's match.
Jackie Chan was indeed a strong opponent that Yamu Tea was most worried about. The way he won every match was either pushing his opponent down with a palm strike from afar, or leaping lightly with his hands behind his back to avoid his opponent's attack. Then, he tapped his opponent's back with his feet to send his opponent flying out of the ring. Or, when his opponent rushed towards him, he dodged and extended his leg to send his opponent flying out of the ring … In short, his movements were clean, elegant, and relaxed.
Even those who didn't understand martial arts could see the grandmaster's temperament. Monkey King and Kling were very intelligent in martial arts, so naturally, they could see how terrifying it was.
Of course, in the eyes of Monkey King and Kling, his movements were still as slow as a turtle's crawl. However, the two of them didn't care. After all, the opponent's level was so high that neither of them could use their real skills.
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