"Number 211, number 211, please go on stage!"
"Dumpling." Tien Shin called out to Dumpling, who was talking to Sun Wuben. "Aren't you number 211? The host is calling you. It's your turn."
"Number 211, is that me?" Dumpling took out his number tag and looked at it. Seeing that it was indeed number 211, he put away his tag and walked to the stage.
"Wait a minute," Sun Wuben called out.
"Hmm?"
"When you hit the machine later, be gentle. It's best like this …" Sun Wuben made a gesture of tapping with his finger. "Just tap lightly. Don't use too much strength."
"Is that so?" Dumpling nodded and walked to the stage. Tien Shin looked at Sun Wuben in confusion. He naturally understood why Sun Wuben had told Dumpling.
Gao Yaqing tugged at Sun Wuben in confusion. "Wuben, why did you ask Dumpling to do that? Do you think everyone else is as lucky as you and can hit a high score of 723 with just a tap of their finger? "
"Don't worry," Sun Wuben patted Gao Yaqing on the back of her hand. "For Dumpling, this is enough."
"Will it really work?" Gao Yaqing was still worried.
"Of course." Tien Shin answered. "Although Dumpling and I have never hit a machine like this before, it shouldn't be a big problem. But Luo Han is very insightful to be able to see this and ask Dumpling to go easy."
"Is that so?" Gao Yaqing was puzzled.
At this time, Dumpling had already walked to the front of the machine. He jumped to the height of the target and stretched out his finger to tap the target. Then-
"Bang!"
It was as if the punching machine had been hit by a high-speed truck. With a loud bang, the punching machine flew out and crashed into the wall behind it, leaving a big hole in the wall.
Silence!
It was quiet all around.
Previously, Sun Wuben had only scored 723 points on the punching machine, and that had already shocked everyone. This time, Dumpling was like Superman with a mask. He tapped the punching machine with his finger, and the punching machine exploded and flew out. Not only that, it even smashed through the wall behind it.
The host was also sweating profusely.
If Masked Superman had used his finger to calculate 723 points, it could be said that the machine was broken. But now, no one would believe it even if he said that the machine was broken. He couldn't possibly say that there was a bomb in the machine, right?
"He …" Gao Yaqing held Sun Wuben's arm tightly with both hands. She was so shocked that she couldn't speak.
Dumpling stood on the stage and looked at his little finger with his big round eyes. Then, he looked at the punching machine that had been destroyed. He was stunned for a while before he asked the host, "Is this … okay?"
The host opened his mouth but didn't say a word. He just nodded repeatedly. God, what kind of person was this? If this wasn't okay, then what was okay?
"Then I'll go down." Dumpling happily turned around and went to Sun Wuben and Tien Shin.
"Tien Shin, Luo Han, I passed!"
"God!" Sun Wuben held his head and was speechless. "I knew it would be like this. Dumpling, didn't I tell you to be gentle?"
"I … I didn't use any strength!" Dumpling looked aggrieved.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this. I know you're at a higher level. By the way, Tien Shin, when you attack later, you can't act like Dumpling," Sun Wuben said. Tien Shin snorted. "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
There was a buzz of discussion all around. The host hurriedly ordered someone to bring in another punching machine.
"Number 212, number 212, please come to the stage."
"It's my turn." Tien Shin smiled coolly and jumped onto the stage.
"Tien Shin, be gentle!" Sun Wuben called out worriedly.
"So noisy!" Tien Shin snorted coldly and glared at the staff next to the punching machine. "Get out of my way, you hear me?"
"Ah?"
While the staff was still in a daze, Tien Shin had already raised his fist and punched the machine.
"Peng!"
The new boxing machine flew out like a cannonball, crashing through several walls before coming to a stop. When the dust settled, the parts of the boxing machine were scattered all over the place. Even the parts that were intact, such as the metal frame, were severely deformed.
Once again, the crowd fell into absolute silence. The host kept wiping the sweat from his forehead.
In a large room at the back of the square.
"Peng!" "Peng!" "Peng!" "Peng!" "Peng!"
Fists the size of footballs hit the punching machine's target like meteors. On the punching machine's scoreboard, the number kept jumping up and down. Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
"Mr Bear, Mr Bear!"
"What's the matter?" Bear stopped punching and turned to look at the staff at the door.
"It's like this. Due to an accident, the two punching machines used for the preliminaries of the Martial Arts Conference are broken. We don't have any spare punching machines, so we want to use the one in your room. In addition, to prevent the punching machine from breaking down, the conference may have to pay for a new one," the staff said.
"You're saying that both punching machines are broken?" Bear yelled. "Are you kidding me? I've been playing with these punching machines for more than ten years, and none of them have broken down. How come you … Two of them are broken? Can't you ask someone to fix them? Why buy another one? "
"I'm afraid we can only buy one, not fix it." The staff smiled bitterly. "Both punching machines were destroyed by the contestants of the Martial Arts Conference. The parts are all in pieces. How can we fix them?"
"Destroyed?" Bear's eyes widened. "You're not kidding."
"Mr Bear, if you don't believe me, you can go out and take a look yourself. Also … the one you have here …"
"Got it. Take it." Bear frowned. He felt that his brain couldn't process the situation. "It will explode? How can this punching machine be like this? Could it be that there's a bomb inside, so it will explode when it breaks down? "
…
Soon, the staff moved the third punching machine to the stage.
"Next is contestant No. 214. Contestant No. 214, please come to the stage. No. 214?" the host shouted, but no one came to the stage.
"If contestant No. 214 doesn't come …"
"Wait a moment!" At this moment, a figure shot through the door. It was a bald young monk.
"I'm No. 214." Kling rushed to the stage.
"Contestant No. 214, please hit this punching machine target with all your strength." The host pointed at the punching machine target.
"With all my strength?" Kling nodded and looked at the punching machine.
"Kling." Suddenly, a voice sounded. "Don't use too much strength."
"You are …" Clint 'looked at Sun Wuben who was covered from head to toe. "Who are you? How do you know my name?"
"In the last World Martial Arts Conference, you, Sun Wuben, and Jackie Chan were all in the limelight. Of course I know your name is Kling." Sun Wuben said with a smile and pointed at the punching machine. "Hit this one. Just hit it gently. Don't use too much strength. You'll break the machine."
"Is that so?" Kling looked at the host.
The host was speechless. He glared at Sun Wuben and then looked at Kling. "Contestant No. 214, the punching machine is a high-tech device used to test punching power. How can it be broken so easily? I'm warning you. You only have one chance to hit the punching machine. So, please use all your strength. Otherwise, if your score is too low, you might not be able to pass the preliminaries. "
"This …" Kling felt a headache coming on.
"Kling, don't listen to him. With your ability, just a little bit of strength is enough." Sun Wuben shouted. Suddenly, he felt his arm being pinched.
"Don't give me any bad ideas. You're not his friend. How do you know he can break the machine?" Gao Yaqing stared at Sun Wuben and said, "You can't do that. If you cause him to use less strength and fail the preliminaries, won't you be hurting him?"
"This little monk seems to be with Master Roshi. He should have some skills," Dumpling said in a shrill voice. "Maybe he can really break the punching machine."
…
On the stage, Kling thought for a moment and came up with an idea. He jumped up gently, stretched out his fist, and gently knocked on the punching machine.
That's right.
In Kling's opinion, he had knocked very lightly, and he had already restrained his strength.
However, in the end, Krillin misjudged the strength. The entire boxing machine seemed to have been hit by a huge cannon as it crazily flew out. It followed the hole in the wall that Tien Shinhan's boxing machine had smashed open and directly hit the last wall. Then, it smashed through this wall, and smashed through three more walls in a row before finally landing in a room. It was Big Bear's training.
And in this room.
Da Xiong was only halfway through punching the punching bag when he froze. He stared dumbfoundedly at the punching machine that had been completely destroyed by Kling in the dust. He then looked at the wall that had been smashed through. Suddenly, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"This … this is the third one …"
"How can it happen one after another? There must be something wrong with the machine!"
"There must be a shell in the punching machine. Yes, that's it …"
On the stage, Kling was also stunned for a moment. He scratched his head and muttered, "I didn't use any strength. This is … too … fragile. By the way, before I came here, the wall was smashed through. I was wondering what was going on. Could it be that someone had destroyed the punching machine before?"
As Kling said this, he looked down the stage and immediately saw the most eye-catching group of people. They were Tien Shin, Dumpling, Tsurugi, and Sun Wuben, who was covered from head to toe.
"Hmph!"
Tsurugi pinched the beard under his nose. "This little bald donkey has some strength. He didn't embarrass Old Tortoise, but this is still not enough. Hmm?" Tsurugi looked at the door.
He saw Master Roshi, Monkey King, Buma, Yamu Tea, Oolong, Poole, Lanchi, and Turtle walking over quickly.
"Kling, what are you doing?"
"For this year's qualifiers, you have to hit the boxing machine first. Only the top 50 can participate in the official preliminary rounds of the ring," Clint said. He looked at the host and asked, "Does that mean I passed?"
"Pass … Pass!" The host's voice was trembling.
"Okay, I'm going down." Kling jumped off the stage and greeted Monkey King and the others.
"What's a punching machine? Where is it? Why can't I see it? " Monkey King asked curiously. Yamu Tea, Lanchi, and the others also looked around in confusion.
"That …" Kling scratched the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly. "I used too much strength just now and broke the punching machine."
"Broke it?" Buma screamed. She pointed at the huge hole in the wall behind the stage and said, "Don't tell me that was made by you? Baldy, you're really good. Last time, you punched through the wall as soon as you got on the stage. This time, you did the same. Is it because you can't show your strength if you don't do this? "
"It's a mistake, a mistake. That masked Superman already reminded me and I restrained my strength. Who knew that it was still …" Kling smiled embarrassedly.
"Masked Superman reminded you?"
Buma looked at Sun Wuben with a puzzled face. She thought for a while and walked up to Sun Wuben.
"Hey, why do I feel like you're a friend of mine?"
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