In the room behind the stage, Big Bear was angrily hitting the sandbag.
"Mr. Bear, Masked Superman is here."
"Oh!" Big Bear's eyes lit up. He stopped hitting the sandbag and rushed out of the door leading to the stage, just in time to see Sun Wuben walk up the stage to the boxing ring.
"I hope he won't break the boxing machine." Sun Wuben slightly squatted, gently raised his right hand, and extended his index finger, making a preparatory gesture for fear of breaking something.
"What is he doing?"
"Is he trying to lightly tap the boxing target with his finger?"
"Even a mosquito won't die from this posture!"
Everyone looked at Sun Wuben in confusion. Big Bear at the door was also confused. At this moment, Sun Wuben's index finger slightly stretched forward and tapped the boxing target.
"Bang!"
The boxing target seemed to have been hit by a huge fist, deeply sinking in. At the same time, the score on the boxing machine's display screen increased crazily.
"How is this possible?"
"Didn't he just tap the boxing target lightly?" Everyone looked at the boxing target that seemed to have suffered an unprecedented blow, shaking and sinking in continuously, and then looked at the score on the display screen.
100！
200！
300！
…
The number increased crazily, and in the blink of an eye, it stopped at 723.
"Seven … seven hundred and twenty-three?" The host stuttered. Everyone's eyes were wide open as they stared at the number on the boxing display screen on the stage.
Sun Wuben withdrew his finger.
"Good thing I didn't break the boxing machine." Sun Wuben jumped off the stage and walked to Gao Yaqing's side.
"You … You …" Gao Yaqing looked at Sun Wuben, her pair of pure and beautiful eyes almost popping out. "You just used …" Gao Yaqing imitated Sun Wuben's finger tapping action. "Just like that, you scored more than 700 points?"
"Didn't you see it? It's not bad, right? It's nothing." Sun Wuben smiled.
"Nothing much? Da Xiong only hit 113 points, but you hit more than 700 points with just a light tap. How can you say that this is nothing? " Gao Yaqing, who had always been calm, grabbed Sun Wuben's clothes and shouted. At this time, the people around also reacted — —
"What the hell? That masked superman only touched the target with his finger."
"He scored 723 points with just one click!"
"A professional Grandmaster of Martial Arts can only score 113 points. Don't tell me he's a real superman!"
…
Of course, many people who had watched the previous Martial Arts Conference were also excited. "Haha, I knew it. I knew it would be like this. Last year, there were strong people like Jackie Chan, Monkey King, and Kling. They are the real strong ones. If they were to fight, even the boxing machine would be destroyed."
…
The big bear at the door opened its mouth so wide that it could swallow a duck egg.
"This is impossible, absolutely impossible! It must be an illusion. No, it doesn't count. It doesn't count this time! "Da Xiong gradually shouted out the voice in his heart. He jumped out of the door and rushed to the high platform.
"It doesn't count, it doesn't count. I suggest we start again. This time, the boxing machine is broken. Otherwise, how could he hit such a score with just one tap? We have to start again with a different machine. Otherwise, it's not fair to the other contestants. "Da Xiong kept shouting.
"That's true."
"It doesn't make sense!"
"Maybe the machine is really broken."
"It's really not fair!" Some people also started to talk about it. Suddenly, there was a commotion. The host wiped the sweat off his forehead and said into the microphone, "Everyone, the boxing machine was broken just now, so the preliminaries are temporarily suspended. We'll get someone to fix the machine as soon as possible. As for the performance of the masked superman …" Before he could finish, a big hand snatched the microphone from his hand.
"Of course, the score doesn't count. We have to retest, retest!" Da Xiong shouted into the microphone. As he spoke, he looked at Gao Yaqing with a sneer.
Gao Yaqing frowned and looked at Sun Wuben apologetically. "I'm sorry. I got you into this."
"You're just a clown." Sun Wuben patted Gao Yaqing's hand and then walked up to the high platform. "Mr. Bear, if you say the machine is broken, then it's broken. If you have the ability, why don't you give a score of 700 points?"
"That's easy!"
Da Xiong threw the microphone to the host and punched the boxing machine without saying anything. The number rolled quickly and finally stopped at 105.
The crowd fell silent again. There was no doubt that Da Xiong's score was normal. Although Da Xiong hit 113 points before, the strength of his punches was not the same every time. It was normal to have a difference of about 10 points.
Da Xiong's face turned red.
He did not believe it and hit the boxing machine hard again. This time, it was 106.
Silence!
The crowd fell silent! The air seemed to have frozen.
Da Xiong's forehead was sweating.
"Hahahaha!" Look … these two numbers are seven or eight points smaller than the ones I gave before. That's not very reasonable. However, this machine is sometimes good and sometimes bad, so it needs to be fixed properly. However, I think that the points Mister Masked Man gave before still count. Haha, it still counts. After all, luck is also a kind of strength. Hahahaha, let's stop the preliminaries for now. Let's continue after the machine is fixed … "
Da Xiong finished speaking and strode to the back door. "Well, I have something to do, so I'll leave first." His figure disappeared through the door.
"For the sake of fairness, the preliminaries will be temporarily suspended. Fix the machine first." As the host spoke, someone came to fix the machine. At the same time, not far from the registration area outside the venue, Master Roshi, Buma, and Yamu Tea ran into three strange people wearing green clothes with the word "crane" embroidered on their chests.
"I was wondering who it was. Isn't that Master Roshi?"
Master Roshi and Tsurugi stared at each other with cold smiles. "Humph, what? So it's Tsurugi!" Yamu Tea, Buma, Kling, and Blonde Lanchi looked at Tien Shin and Dumpling, who were standing behind Tsurugi.
Tien Shin, who had three eyes and an evil smile, and Dumpling, who looked like a baby with pale skin, were obviously not good people.
Buma leaned toward Yamu Tea. "I have a bad feeling!"
"I heard a very stupid rumor." Tsurugi said to Master Roshi with an evil smile. "I heard that your disciple was in the limelight at the last World Martial Arts Competition."
"So what?" Master Roshi said proudly.
Tsurugi smiled coldly. "This means that the competition has declined. I think it's necessary to let everyone know what true martial arts are. So I brought my disciple to participate in the competition. I'm sorry, but my disciple must have taken the championship. Before you lose face, run away with your tails between your legs. "
"Hahaha, are you joking?" Master Roshi laughed. "What a pity, you're still the same."
"What? You bald stinky turtle. "
"Cut the crap, you half-baked old man."
Master Roshi and Tsurugi rushed toward each other, then stretched out their necks and glared at each other like angry fighting cocks, as if they were going to fight in the next moment. On the other side, Tien Shin stared at Yamu Tea fiercely, while Dumpling looked at Kling with great interest. A battle seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.
"Let's go!" Tsurugi suddenly straightened his back and turned to leave with his hands behind his back. "Don't waste time with these idiots. Let's fight during the competition! "As he spoke, he walked through the gate of the Martial Arts Competition.
"These people are my biggest opponents in the Martial Arts Competition?" Tien Shin's eyes flashed with a trace of interest, and he also turned to walk through the gate with Dumpling.
Only then did everyone relax. Yamu Tea looked at Master Roshi. "Who's that old man with weird hair?"
"His name is Tsurugi. He's an annoying opponent," Master Roshi said calmly.
"That's not important! There's only one minute left! "Oolong shouted.
"There's no other way." Yamu Tea shouted to Poole. "Poole, transform into Wukong and register him! Why isn't he here yet? "
"Yes!"
Just then, Blonde Lanchi made a sound of surprise and looked in a direction. "Wait a minute, he's here!"
"He's here?"
Everyone was a little confused. They even looked at the end of the street, but there was no sign of Monkey King.
A few miles away, a small figure was running rapidly in the direction of the Martial Arts Competition. The speed was so fast that ordinary people could only see a blurry figure. It was Monkey King.
In the preliminaries of the World Martial Arts Competition.
"Okay, the boxing machine has been repaired. Let's continue with the preliminaries. The previous masked superman was number 102. Next, contestant number 103, please come to the stage. Contestant number 103, please come to the stage …" One by one, the contestants went to the stage to hit the boxing machine.
"Hmm?"
Sun Wuben sensed something and turned his head to look in a certain direction. Gao Yaqing immediately sensed it. She couldn't help but look over as well. She couldn't help but open her mouth.
He saw three figures walking in from the entrance, which was as green as the leaves of spring. Other than the green color, the huge Chinese character 'crane' on their chests was also particularly eye-catching.
The old man in the front had gray hair that spread out like wings. He wore a black hat with a long neck and a crane's head. At first glance, it looked like a red-crowned crane was sitting on his head.
Behind the old man, there was a young man with three ferocious giant eyes. The other one was a little kid with a skullcap whose face was so pale that it made people panic.
"These three people are so strange!" Gao Yaqing whispered.
"Of course they're strange. That old man is a very famous person." Sun Wuben looked away as he spoke.
"Famous person?"
"He's Tsurugi," Sun Wuben whispered.
"Tsurugi?"
"He's one of the top martial artists in the world. He founded the Hokusen-ryu martial arts sect. Speaking of which, my family's martial arts are also inherited from Hokusen-ryu," Sun Wuben said.
"You're not talking about the one written in the book … the legendary Tsurugi who can fly, right?" Gao Yaqing said in surprise. Seeing Sun Wuben nod, she couldn't help but be even more surprised. "Is it really him? I thought that the books were all made up by novelists. Isn't that a thousand-year-old monster? Can he really fly? "
"He can fly. He knows the Sky Dance Technique. As for the thousand-year-old monster, he's not, but it's true that he's lived for hundreds of years. The three-eyed man and the kid behind him are Tsurugi's disciples," Sun Wuben and Gao Yaqing said.
On the other side, Tsurugi led Tien Shin and Dumpling towards the high platform. Soon, they stopped at the empty seat next to Sun Wuben. Tien Shin and Tsurugi just looked at the high platform indifferently.
"Tien Shin, the rules say that we have to pass the preliminaries here?" Dumpling looked around. Suddenly, his eyes fell on Sun Wuben, who was covered in a masked superman costume. Dumpling's eyes widened.
"You …"
Dumpling pointed his short little finger at Sun Wuben.
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