"There are still a few months before the Martial Arts Conference. Tien Shin, do you think Sun Wuben will go?" Dumpling suddenly asked with interest.
"Sun Wuben?"
A glimmer of light flashed in Tien Shinhan's eyes, and he hesitated slightly. "Speaking of which, Sun Wuben can be regarded as our martial arts teacher. Although he talks big, the training methods he taught us are still reliable."
"Yes." Dumpling nodded.
After they followed Tsurugi, they realized that Sun Wuben was right to take them to the mountains to cultivate instead of training in the dojo like other martial arts schools. Moreover, when Sun Wuben taught them to cultivate, every bit of advice he gave them had been proven correct.
"Sun Wuben can be considered a qualified teacher, except for his usual bragging." Dumpling shrieked. "He had already reached the limit of the human body before he taught us cultivation. Even when we left, he was still stuck at the limit of the human body. Now that three years have passed, I wonder …"
"Don't be silly, Dumpling." Tien Shin sneered. "Who else in the world can break the Realm Gate except for our Hokusen-ryu? Only that old man Master Roshi or Master Roshi's direct disciples can break the Realm Gate. But other martial artists, no matter how famous they are, have never broken the Realm Gate. It would be strange if that braggart could do it. The Sun family's martial arts heritage has been passed down for two hundred years, and no one has ever broken the Realm Gate. How could he? "
"That's true." Dumpling blinked.
"Let's not talk about him. Ever since we entered Hokusen-ryu, we are not on the same level as him. Two elephants discussing ants is just for fun. Don't think too much about it." Tien Shin sighed with emotion. It had only been three years since he had first met Sun Wuben. Back then, Sun Wuben had defeated Dumpling effortlessly, shocking the world. But now …
"Dumpling, our goal is to defeat the disciples of the Turtle School in the World Martial Arts Tournament and spread the name of Hokusen-ryu. Let the world know that the God of Martial Arts is not his Master Roshi, but our Master Tsurugi."
"I believe that Tien Shin will win." Dumpling was confident, and so was Tien Shin.
…
The strongest disciples in Hokusen-ryu's history, Tien Shin and Dumpling, were preparing for the World Martial Arts Conference. Their future opponent, Monkey King, was also cultivating hard in his own way.
This was a wasteland, and a huge stone door stood alone in the wasteland. This was one of the most mysterious places on Earth — the Demon Realm Gate.
Inside the stone door frame was a door that was half-open. A sword was stuck under one of the doors. Only the hilt and half of the sword's body were exposed. It was this sword that was blocking the door.
"Can that kid called Monkey King do it?"
"He is so powerful. He can definitely defeat Ashur and save Princess Maysa."
There was a large number of people in front of the Demon Realm Gate. The people at the front were all riding horses, while the people behind were all dressed as soldiers. They were the kingdom that guarded the Demon Realm Gate. It was also the king of one of the most mysterious countries among the more than 200 countries on Earth. The king was waiting in front of the Demon Realm Gate with his ministers.
"The Demon Realm Gate is a passage from the human world to the Demon Realm. I didn't expect it to be opened by the strongest warrior in the Demon Realm, Ashur. He even captured Princess Maysa." The king clenched his fists. He hated himself for being useless, but he was also worried about whether Monkey King could save his daughter. After Princess Maysa was captured, he had sent many martial artists to the Demon Realm, but none of them returned. There had never been a case of a human returning safely from the Demon Realm.
At this time, a grand wedding was being held in a castle in the Demon Realm. A martial arts conference was being held at the wedding site.
"Who will fight on the stage now?" As soon as the host's voice fell, a black-haired brat with spiky hair jumped onto the stage.
"I'll do it!"
Monkey King was very excited after jumping onto the stage.
"Who will fight with me?"
To Monkey King, fighting with experts was the best way to cultivate. Therefore, on his way here, he had been inquiring about martial arts experts everywhere. Once there was a chance to fight with a powerful expert, Monkey King would definitely not let it go. His martial arts had also improved at an unbelievable speed during these fights.
And this time, when he heard that Princess Maysa had been captured by the strongest warrior in the Demon Realm, Ashur, Monkey King did not care how terrifying the Demon Realm was. As long as there was a powerful expert who could fight with him, he would be very happy. Therefore, he happily accepted the mission of fighting with Ashur to save Princess Maysa.
Who knew that as soon as he arrived at Ashur's territory, there would be a martial arts competition. Monkey King naturally could not wait to be the first to jump onto the stage.
"There are only a few months left until the World Martial Arts Conference. Kling, Yamu Tea, Jackie Chan, and many other experts will be there. Just thinking about it makes me happy …"
On Turtle Fairy Island, Master Roshi was lying comfortably on a couch under a coconut tree.
"Kling, do your best."
Buma, who was beside Master Roshi, shouted excitedly. On the grass not far away, Kling, who was wearing an orange Turtle Fairy School martial arts suit, was fighting with Yamu Tea. However, no matter how excited Buma was, the fight between Kling and Yamu Tea was intermittent, appearing very listless.
"There are only a few months left until the Martial Arts Conference. I thought they had done a lot of terrifying cultivation." Buma looked at Master Roshi with a dissatisfied expression. "You are not teaching them at all."
Master Roshi glanced at Kling and Yamu Tea, and said disapprovingly, "Cultivation is something that needs to be learned with one's own body."
"Great principles are taught one by one. The disciples you have taught can't even beat Sun Wuben, and you call yourself the God of Martial Arts." Buma walked to the side listlessly. "If I had known, I would not have come all the way here to watch."
"I told you earlier. Last time, Kling went easy on Sun Wuben," Master Roshi shouted.
"Who are you trying to fool?" Buma tilted her head, her face full of disdain.
"Kling, what level do you think Sun Wuben has reached now?" Yamu Tea asked in a low voice as he fought with Kling. When Kling fought with Sun Wuben, he had left temporarily because of something.
Later, when he heard Kling mention it, he did not believe it. However, when the two of them fought, Yamu Tea was surprised to find that he was no match for Kling at all. This was not because Kling had made great progress in cultivation, but because Kling's martial arts were too powerful. It was as if he was a different person.
"Sun Wuben's strength was originally inferior to yours and mine. After he left, regardless of whether it was the cultivation of strength or martial skills, you and I underwent a terrifying cultivation. Our growth was much faster than before, and it was even more impossible for him to catch up. Kling analyzed, "Unless his cultivation is even more terrifying than ours, but this possibility is very small. Unless he also has the Monkey King's physique and potential."
"No matter what, we have to figure out our own unique skills."
"Yes!"
…
The Martial Arts Conference was getting closer and closer.
Compared to regular fighting competitions, the Number One World Martial Arts Conference did not restrict age, origin, or qualifications. There were almost no participation rules, and there were very few restrictions on the fighting rules. This was the most suitable for martial artists among the people. Therefore, all the martial artists who were ambitious to win the Martial Arts Conference prize money and make a name for themselves in the martial arts world were all seriously cultivating for the Martial Arts Conference.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the Martial Arts Conference was about to begin.
Tien Shin and Dumpling were already on their way to Papaya Island where the Martial Arts Conference would be held. They even cheated the villagers with InoShikaCho in order to raise money for the travel expenses. Monkey King also saw this incident. However, the two did not officially fight and went their separate ways.
On the other side, Buma came to Turtle Deity Island again and urged Master Roshi, Kling, and Yamu Tea to hurry to Papaya Island.
The other martial artists who were ambitious to participate in the Martial Arts Conference either walked, took a car, or took a plane to Papaya Island.
There were many places on the sea where human traces were rarely stepped on. This was the case even in the port areas that were very close to the land. The closest port to Satan City was in the depths of the sea, a hundred miles away.
The Himalayan Trench.
This was an area where sunlight never reached. Not to mention sunlight, even marine life could not survive in this area because the pressure was too great.
This was the place where Sun Wuben had been cultivating for the past three months.
On this day, Sun Wuben was still quietly tempering his body alone here. He was enduring the huge pressure of the sea to cultivate his fist techniques.
Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong, but Sun Wuben did not pay too much attention to it.
About a hundred miles away.
In the depths of the originally calm sea, waves suddenly rolled violently. The intensity of the rolling was like a nuclear explosion in the depths of the sea.
It was a huge behemoth that was rolling and galloping in the deep sea.
The size of this behemoth was so huge that even the largest overlord in the depths of the sea — the legendary King Squid — would feel ashamed of its size.
It was a huge submarine, and there was a huge Chinese character on both sides of the submarine — "God."
It was the world's only powerful nuclear submarine, the Shin-gumi's special submarine — the God of Eternity.
"This is crazy!"
"This is crazy. How can a submarine be driven like this? This is simply … simply …!"
A large number of people in blue military uniforms gathered in the submarine. There were both men and women. The men were extremely handsome, and the women were breathtakingly beautiful. Even some of the soldiers in the form of dinosaurs, cats, dogs, and pigs had perfect looks and figures that made people of their race jealous.
These were all the members of the Shin-gumi.
At this time, some of the Shin-gumi members were operating the submarine, and some were looking at the woman at the helm. Their eyes were wide open, and their expressions were full of shock and even horror.
"Big sister is too strong!"
"This speed has exceeded the limit by two times, no … it's three times!"
"This has already squeezed out all the potential of the computer and the submarine to the limit. Every action at this speed is a test of life and death because everything exceeds the reaction time of the human nervous system. It's a huge test even for the computer, and Big Sister is still performing these fancy tricks …"
…
Seeing the class leader drive the submarine to such an unimaginable degree, every member on the boat was incomparably shocked. It should be known that it was difficult for them to make fancy movements even at the maximum speed, but Yamei exceeded the limit by three times.
But they were all on edge. Performing fancy moves at this speed was like dancing on the tip of a knife. It was fine if nothing happened, but if there was a slight delay or a mistake, the submarine would scrape the bottom of the sea bed. At this speed, once the submarine scraped the seabed, it would inevitably explode, and even the gods would not be able to save them.
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