The venue of the World Martial Arts Conference was bustling with noise. A young man in a black suit and sunglasses stood in the middle of the big arena. He was the most dedicated host of the Dragon Ball World Martial Arts Conference on Earth.
"The top eight contestants of this year's Martial Arts Conference are contestant Kling and contestant Bardarian …" The man in sunglasses held the microphone and spoke passionately.
Behind the arena, at the place where the word 'Martial' was written in huge Chinese characters, Kling, Monkey King, and Yamu Tea were sitting on the wall. The top eight contestants of the preliminaries were finally decided. As the three of them and Jackie Chan were not in the same arena, they were all in the end.
"Kling, I didn't expect you to be the first one. Moreover, your opponent is that …" Yamu Tea smiled as he looked at the dirty huge figure not far away. Kling also glanced at the figure and frowned slightly.
"Ah Ben, what should we do later?" Kling called out to Sun Wuben in his heart.
"What do you mean?" Sun Wuben couldn't help but laugh. This year's Martial Arts Conference was the same as the original storyline. Kling, Monkey King, Yamu Tea, and Jackie Chan had entered the top eight. The other four contestants were Bardarian Bardarian, Namu, Lanfang, and Keelung. Kling was also the first one to go up. His opponent was Bardarian Bardarian, just like the original one.
"Didn't you see that Bardarian? He's so dirty. I suspect that he has feces all over his body. Look, the flies and mosquitoes are all around him. Previously, the reporters interviewed the top eight contestants and seven of us were interviewed. However, no one dared to interview him," Kling said gloomily. "I want to fight with him later. No matter how I fight, I don't dare to touch him."
"Don't we have no nose? If we don't have a nose, we won't be able to smell the stench on his body. What's there to be afraid of? "Sun Wuben smiled.
"Tsk, even if he doesn't have a nose, he's so dirty. I don't even want to touch him," Kling snorted.
"That's easy. Just give him a cool breeze."
"Send a breeze?" Kling was puzzled. "How?"
"Ah Lin, don't you understand? Our level is much higher than these people, so we only need to throw a punch at them from a distance. Even the wind from our palms can beat them down," Sun Wuben reminded. At this moment — —
"Contestant Kling and Contestant Bartley, please come to the stage." The host's passionate voice sounded.
"Kling, it's your turn. Do your best!" Yamu Tea shouted.
"Kling, do your best!" Monkey King also shouted.
"Goku, Yamu tea." Kling had a long face. "Why am I so unlucky to meet such a person?" Yamu Tea and Monkey King couldn't help but laugh. After all, they also knew that the most difficult thing to deal with this barbarian was that he was too dirty. No one would even want to get close to him.
The barbarian walked into the arena with big steps.
"Ah Ben, you said that I can beat him down with a palm strike from a distance. That's not possible, right?" Kling asked in his heart as he walked towards the arena.
"It's definitely possible."
"But he is also one of the top eight contestants. He must have hidden a lot of strength," Kling said.
"You will know when you try it later. However, don't use too much strength. Otherwise, the wind from your palms might kill him," Sun Wuben said.
"Ah Ben, you are exaggerating. How is that possible?" Kling didn't believe it at all. At this moment, he had already reached the arena.
"Okay, the match starts now," the host shouted directly. Then, he retreated and jumped out of the arena.
"It's starting now?" Kling was stunned and muttered in his heart. That's too fast. "Of course. If it were someone else, he would certainly be long-winded for a while. However, that barbarian is in the arena. He would be crazy to stay in the arena and be long-winded," Sun Wuben said with a smile.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" …
A huge figure rushed towards Kling.
"Ah Ben, can I really use the wind from my palms?" Kling shouted.
"Yes, but you must pay attention to your strength. It's best to use your palms slowly at first and then keep increasing your speed."
"Okay, I will listen to you." Kling jumped and distanced himself from the barbarian. At the same time, he struck forward with his palms. His speed was getting faster and faster.
"Hey, what is that kid doing?"
"That kid is waving his palms at the air. Is he joking?" Discussions sounded all around. At the same time, the host's professional voice sounded, "The barbarian is rushing towards contestant Kling. Contestant Kling has distanced himself from the barbarian and is waving his palms at the air. What is he trying to do? Is he warming up? Or does he want to use the wind from his palms to knock the barbarian out … "
"Hey, Kling, what is Kling trying to do?" Yamu Tea looked at Kling's movements in confusion and asked Monkey King. After all, Monkey King and Kling trained together.
Monkey King touched his head and said, "Looking at him, it seems that he is just like what that uncle said. He wants to use the wind from his palms to knock the barbarian out!"
"Wind from his palms?" Yamu Tea reached out and touched Monkey King's forehead. "Monkey King, you don't have a fever, right? Do you really think so?"
"I don't have a fever." Monkey King slapped Yamu Tea's hand away. "If this barbarian is only at the level that he showed on the stage, Kling can easily knock him out with the wind from his palms."
"That kid called Monkey King is right. If Kling's martial arts cultivation is good, with his current ability, he can really knock his opponent out of the stage with the wind from his palms." Master Roshi, who was pretending to be Jackie Chan, narrowed his eyes and looked at the stage.
"Old Mister Jackie Chan, you think so too?" Yamu Tea was shocked. He had always thought highly of Jackie Chan. There was even a period of time when he suspected that Jackie Chan was Master Roshi in disguise. He even used words to trick Jackie Chan and used his hands to pull Jackie Chan's hair.
"I'm just saying that it's possible." Master Roshi's eyes flashed. In this qualifier, Monkey King, Kling, and Yamu Tea focused on observing his moves. How could he not also seriously observe his two disciples' moves?
"Kling and Kling are just as I imagined. It's easy to deal with these people. It's just that this kid wants to knock the barbarian out of the stage with the wind from his palms. Only he can think of such a thing. But maybe he can really do it." Master Roshi's heart flashed with this thought. After all, if he were to fight against this barbarian, the only thing he could do was to be like Kling, constantly widen the distance between them, and finally use the wind from his palms to knock his opponent out of the stage.
At this time, the speed of Kling's palms became faster and faster, and the wind from his palms became stronger and stronger. Even the flies and mosquitoes around the barbarian in front of him were blown away by the wind from his palms. At first, the barbarian kept approaching Kling, but he was gradually pushed back by the strong wind from his palms.
"Ah …"
The barbarian stomped the ground with all his strength, trying to control himself from being pushed back by the wind from his palms.
"This is unbelievable." The host screamed, "Contestant Kling seems to have stopped approaching contestant Kling, as if he was forced back by contestant Kling's wind from his palms. As for the truth, we are still not sure …"
"Kling, this should be all of his strength. You should know how much strength you should use to knock him down, right?" Sun Wuben shouted.
"I got it." A smile appeared on Kling's face. "Hey, barbarian, I'm going to knock you off the stage. You have to be careful," Kling shouted, and the speed of his palms increased abruptly.
It was as if a huge wave hit the barbarian's body. The barbarian was directly sent flying out of the stage with his four limbs facing the sky, and fell heavily outside the stage.
The surrounding cheers quieted down.
Just now, Kling had been striking the air with his palms. Could it be as the host had explained, that this barbarian was knocked out by the wind from his palms?
"Out of bounds. Barbarian Barbarian Out of bounds. Contestant Kling wins!" The host shouted, "Contestant Kling has won the first round. Contestant Kling is simply too powerful. He definitely used the wind from his palms to knock his opponent out of the stage …"
"Kling!" "Kling!" "Kling!" "Kling!" "Kling!" "Kling!"
The sound waves were like a gale, especially Buma who was in front of the stage. She grabbed Oolong's ears with both hands and screamed with all her might.
"Kling, this kid, is too scary." Master Roshi nodded slightly, "In such a short time, he has mastered the trick of using the wind from his palms to push people away. The results of his training in the past eight months are really good." The reason why he didn't teach Kling and Monkey King any punching techniques in the past eight months, but instead trained them as a whole, was to let them create their own punching techniques. The most important thing was their intelligence and comprehension of martial arts.
"To be able to master the Air Splitting Palm so quickly, his comprehension is really up to standard. What's left is the heart of martial arts. Don't be complacent, always pursue a stronger heart of martial arts." Master Roshi was very happy in his heart.
"Kling, I didn't expect that you and Mr. Jackie Chan were right. Kling really used the wind from his palms to knock his opponent out of the stage." Yamu Tea's voice was heavy. The skills that Kling had revealed now made him feel a sense of pressure.
"Contestant Kling, how did you win just now …" The host grabbed Kling for an interview, then began to announce the second contestant on stage. This time, it was Jackie Chan against Yamu Tea. Of course, the host also interviewed the two for a while before announcing the official start of the second match.
"Young man, you are not my opponent!"
"Mr. Jackie Chan, although you are very strong, you haven't seen my true ability yet …" After a boring conversation between Yamu Tea and Master Roshi, Yamu Tea began to attack.
"Whoosh!"
Yamu Tea's movements were very fast. In the eyes of ordinary people, it was almost impossible to see clearly. However, Master Roshi only put his hands behind his back and his body flashed lightly, dodging Yamu Tea's attack.
"So weak!" Monkey King frowned.
"How boring. The two of them still haven't shown their true abilities." Kling also muttered. After all, in the eyes of Monkey King and Kling, Yamu Tea's and Master Roshi's movements were not much stronger than their opponents in the preliminaries. In the eyes of the two, they were not much stronger than ants.
"Let's wait and see. The old man and Yamu Tea will definitely show their true abilities in a while." Monkey King said crisply. The two of them watched anxiously. However, as time passed, Yamu Tea used all kinds of ultimate moves one after another. He even used the Wolf Fang Wind Fist, but his speed did not increase by much. At this time, Yamu Tea was already panting, and his body was steaming hot. It was obvious that he had used all his strength.
"Damn it, this Jackie Chan is too strong." Yamu Tea was panting heavily. After such a long battle, he had used all his methods, but Jackie Chan still had his hands behind his back. He looked calm and composed, as if he had not shown his true strength at all.
"Should I admit defeat?"
"No, I can't admit defeat. I haven't fought with Goku, Kling, and the others yet! Besides, Buma is cheering me on from the side. "Yamu Tea roared in his heart and rushed towards Master Roshi again.
At this time, Master Roshi made his first move.
"Young man, it seems that you have reached your limit. You are too tired and too hot. Let me give you a cool breeze." Master Roshi smiled and stretched out his hand. His appearance was similar to Kling's, and he slashed the air in front of him. Of course, Master Roshi's movements had a very mysterious temperament. It was the same Air Splitting Palm, but it felt like a work of art.
"Phew!"
Master Roshi's speed of slashing palm became faster and faster.
"So scary!"
"Kling, Grandpa Jackie Chan is much stronger than you," Monkey King said crisply.
"I know." Clint 'squinted his eyes, his face full of displeasure. When he used the Air Splitting Palm earlier, it was like a huge fan with a diameter of ten feet rotating. The wind within a radius of ten feet was stirred up. However, when Jackie Chan used his palm in the arena, the wind was restricted to a radius of one meter and blasted forward.
"Damn it, he actually wants to use the wind from his palm to blast me out!" Yamu Tea's heart surged with anger, and his eyes were a little red.
"Young man, go down!" Suddenly, Master Roshi attacked with all his strength. A huge wind blasted on Yamu Tea's body. This force was so strong that when Yamu Tea raised his foot, it hit him. He could not resist at all and was directly blasted out of the arena.
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