"Peng!" A big slap landed on Master Roshi's bald head.
"You perverted old man, how could you make Kling wear a turtle shell?" Buma roared like thunder. "Do you want me to lose a bet?"
"This … Buma, at Kling's level, wearing a turtle shell is …" Master Roshi explained, feeling wronged. At this time, Kling's voice sounded, "Teacher Wu Tian, I think it's better if I don't wear a turtle shell for now."
Master Roshi was stunned. Not wearing a turtle shell, he was obviously afraid of losing. But would Kling be afraid of losing to Sun Wuben? Wasn't this too ridiculous?
Master Roshi stroked his beard and thought for a while. Then, he said indifferently, "Alright, if you don't want to wear it, then don't wear it. Just be careful when you attack." Then, he listlessly sat on the sun chair at the side and took out a picture album with bikini beauties on the cover. He read it with great interest.
"This is really boring. Sun Wuben's Sun Woo-ryu martial arts are so crude. What can Kling gain from fighting with him?" Master Roshi muttered in his heart. During the last World Martial Arts Conference, Sun Wuben fought with others during the preliminaries. Master Roshi took the time to watch a few matches. At that time, he saw that although Sun Wuben's strength was very high, his moves were unsightly and made him want to vomit.
At this time, Kling moved. He squatted slightly and shot out like an arrow. His speed was so fast that it caused a gust of wind to blow in the area.
A fist blasted towards Sun Wuben like lightning.
"Peng!"
Sun Wuben's fist also met Kling's fist. Suddenly, a huge force came. Sun Wuben felt as if he had been hit by a cannonball. He even felt pain in his fist.
Both of them bounced back and then collided with a bang. After that, they kept hitting each other. They were both fist against fist, completely abandoning martial arts.
This was also because Sun Wuben felt that Kling was not using his full strength. With Sun Wuben's strength, he could still withstand it. Naturally, there was no need to use martial arts.
Sun Wuben felt that Kling was not using his full strength, but in the eyes of others.
"Where?"
"Where are they? How did they disappear? "
Buma and Lanchi both stared with their eyes wide open, but their eyes were like light bulbs. There was only dust and dull sound around them. Everything else seemed to have disappeared. Of course, it didn't completely disappear. They could still see a trace of light and shadow, but it was like looking at a rotating electric fan with the naked eye.
At this moment, Buma and Lanchi both felt that it was a very idiotic behavior to watch from the sidelines.
But soon, the two found new fun.
"Kling, come on, you must not lose!" This was Buma's roar.
"Kling, if you dare to win, I won't be polite!" This was Blonde Lanchi's roar. Buma and Lanchi shouted from the side. Another spectator, the sea turtle, was staring so hard that its eyes almost fell out.
He understood what this situation meant. Sun Wuben, a pure native who looked weak, had reached that level even if his strength was not as good as Kling's.
"Master … Master Roshi …" The sea turtle watched for a long time before reacting and repeatedly called out, "Look, look at their competition …"
"Don't be noisy, don't be noisy!" Master Roshi roared, his eyes almost stuck to the beauty album in his hand, "Wow, this is wonderful, wow, if you open your legs a little more, the camera angle would be a little higher, it would be even more wonderful …"
At this time, Kling's voice sounded, "Sun Wuben, you have to be careful, I'm going to increase my strength."
"Increase your strength?"
Turtle Sage raised his head and glanced at the scene. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He saw that there were potholes on the ground all around, and the whole place was filled with dust. In the dust, Kling and Sun Wuben stood facing each other.
"To be able to destroy the field like this, the fight between the two just now was a little more intense than I thought. I still underestimated Sun Wuben's strength." Master Roshi retracted his gaze and once again looked at the beauty album in his hand, "Kling, this kid, still has a sense of propriety. Otherwise, Sun Wuben wouldn't be able to take a punch. Since Kling knows to hold back, I don't need to worry."
Master Roshi heard a dull sound in his ears again.
The figures of Sun Wuben and Kling once again disappeared from the eyes of Buma, Lanchi, and the sea turtle.
"Kling, your increase in strength is not enough. There's no need to test again." Sun Wuben's voice sounded at the scene, "I think you should go all out."
"Go all out? That's too boring. It's very difficult to find an opponent like you." Kling's proud voice sounded, "It's not easy to have a good fight, I don't want to be finished all of a sudden."
"Is that so? Then look at this move …"
"Ah! It hurts! "
The two figures stopped again. Kling grimaced and stared at Sun Wuben as if he was surprised, "Sun Wuben, your move just now was so strange. I couldn't take it. What kind of fist technique is that?"
"I rarely name my fist technique because it's too troublesome. Kling, let me see your fist technique!"
"My fist technique? Then you have to be careful." Kling swung his arm and rushed towards Sun Wuben. Sun Wuben was about to block when he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
"This is Afterimage Fist!"
Sun Wuben and Shin-gumi members had fought for three months. Afterimage Fist wasn't the best technique in Shin-gumi, but Sun Wuben had encountered it many times. Even Sun Wuben himself had pushed Afterimage Fist to the level of multiple afterimages, creating more than ten afterimages.
"This is Kling, this is also Kling."
Sun Wuben's heart skipped a beat. He ignored the afterimage in front of him and kicked the Kling behind him.
"Bang!"
A solid sound was heard. Kling's figure returned to his original form. He clutched his chest and flew a long distance before falling to the ground.
"Sun Wuben, you actually saw through my Afterimage Fist. You really have some skill." Kling said with difficulty while clutching his chest. When he first encountered such a high level technique like Afterimage Fist, he suffered a lot.
"Afterimage Fist is a very shallow martial skill. Let alone your Double Afterimage Fist, even if it was a Multiple Afterimage Fist, I would still be able to easily break it. Clint ', you better not use this kind of martial skill to make a fool of yourself," Sun Wuben said with a smile.
"You can break through my multi-layered Afterimage Fist?" Kling narrowed his eyes and suddenly grinned. "Sun Wuben, you want to scare me? No way. I want to see how you break through my multi-layered Afterimage Fist!" Kling madly ran towards Sun Wuben. Before he got close to Sun Wuben, he circled around Sun Wuben. Gradually, one after another Kling appeared around Sun Wuben.
"Eighteen. Kling, your Afterimage Fist is not bad!" Sun Wuben smiled. At this time, more than ten Kling's attacked Sun Wuben. Sun Wuben ignored all the Kling's. Instead, he turned his body upside down, his hands on the ground and his legs fiercely kicked towards the sky.
"Aiyo, I was hit by you again." Kling's figure landed on the ground.
"Sun Wuben, I didn't expect you to break through my multi-layered Afterimage Fist. It seems this move is not effective against you." Kling praised. To be able to meet such a strong opponent like Sun Wuben, Kling became more and more excited.
"Sure enough, Teacher Wu Tian was wrong."
Kling looked at Sun Wuben, the blood in his heart boiling. When Sun Wuben appeared at the Number One Martial Arts Conference, Kling felt that he was an expert on the same level as Master Roshi. However, Master Roshi's evaluation of Sun Wuben greatly affected Kling, thinking that he had met a deliberately mystifying charlatan.
But this time, Sun Wuben's sudden visit, easily pushing the stone mountain off the road, completely shocked Kling. At this time, Kling realized that Master Roshi's evaluation was wrong.
Since Master Roshi's evaluation of Sun Wuben was not so authoritative, Sun Wuben became mysterious in Kling's heart.
In addition, Sun Wuben's identity, a top student of the Capital of the North, and a famous superstar, made Sun Wuben shine brightly.
So in this fight, although Kling had absolute confidence in winning, he also thought that Sun Wuben would not be defeated in one blow.
In the end, the reality was worse than Beek Lin thought. Sun Wuben's martial arts were too strong and unexpected.
"Kling, the After Image Fist is just sacrificing speed to create an illusion to confuse the opponent. This move may work on others, but it is useless on me." Sun Wuben said. Since Sun Wuben started practicing martial arts, he had paid attention to integrating the concept of Internal Martial Arts into his own martial arts.
Internal Martial Arts emphasized listening skill, using the body to feel the opponent's strength, thus reaching the realm of God's fist technique. Although Sun Wuben had not really learned the specific fist technique of Internal Martial Arts, he knew the concept, so he had been working hard in this direction. He had already trained his body and skin to be extremely sensitive.
In addition, Sun Wuben also learned the Monkey King in the Dragon Ball to practice "Silent as the Sky", although he did not reach the level of the original Dragon Ball Monkey King.
But sitting on the shore and fishing, he could hear the movements of the fish at the bottom of the river. How could a mere After Image Fist confuse him?
"Since After Image Fist is useless, then what about this move?" Kling rushed towards Sun Wuben again. He punched out, but halfway through, his body fell down and kicked Sun Wuben's knee.
"Drunken Fist?" Sun Wuben was speechless. He easily moved his knee, dodging the kick, and punched Kling out.
"You can break this?" Clint 'glared at Sun Wuben, then took a few breaths and charged forward again. However, it was useless. The two figures would disappear from time to time, and then Clint' would be blasted out from time to time. Clint 'used all the fist techniques he had researched on Sun Wuben, but none of them were effective.
The more Kling fought, the more frightened he became. No matter how confusing his fist technique was, how strange its speed was, and how exquisite the moves were, Sun Wuben broke it too easily. And looking at his appearance, the corner of his mouth always had a faint smile, as if he was playing with a child, which was even more infuriating.
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