The World Martial Arts Tournament was a grand event held once every three years.
This time, Sun Wuchen had returned again, so he must want to compete for the championship. Although he failed last time, he may not fail this time.
When they saw Sun Wuchen, even Master Roshi was dumbfounded because Sun Wuchen's body did not emit any energy.
He was extremely calm, like a statue, and his aura was distant and long.
There seemed to be no fluctuations in his breathing. If the current Sun Wuchen could be said to be in a state of nothingness, he could indeed do it.
In order to be able to get some time to train while traveling through time, he entered the Spirit and Time Chamber.
He trained there for an hour, which was actually equivalent to half a month in his ordinary life, and it also allowed him to adapt to his strength as soon as possible. The rest of his Battle Power was achieved after fighting in the starry sky.
After returning here, he was indifferent and free, and signed up with a group of people.
As for the several disciples of the Crane School, they had never appeared from beginning to end.
However, when they left, Master Shen was still fiercely looking at these people, as if he was disgusted in his heart. He probably knew something.
The number of participants in this Martial Arts Tournament reached an astonishing 184 people.
However, most of the battles were between ordinary people, and Sun Wuchen drew number one.
In other words, he was the first to fight. He easily arrived at the battlefield and saw Master Roshi and others looking at him with expectant eyes. They probably also wanted to see his skills.
Sun Wuchen smiled indifferently. At this moment, there were not many opponents who could surprise him. He did not expect that the opponent would be a person who looked like a monk.
"That's Shiba Wang!"
Finally, someone shouted in surprise. Sun Wuchen also recognized this guy. In the storyline, he was a guy who could defend. Although his movements were fast as if he had eight hands, he was actually attacking with both hands.
He could be regarded as a strong person. He had once won the World Martial Arts Tournament and could be regarded as the champion. However, in every Martial Arts Tournament, capable people came out in large numbers. He already belonged to the past era.
In fact, just like the demon in Grandma Crystal's palace, he was at most a strong person of the past era.
When Shiba Wang saw Sun Wuchen, he was slightly surprised. He did not expect that such a child could also participate in such a tournament.
"Kid, with your age and skills, you still want to participate in such a Martial Arts Tournament? It's really ridiculous. To tell you the truth, I, Shiba Wang, came to participate in the tournament to win the championship. "
Sun Wuchen stretched lazily and looked at the other party with incomparable contempt.
"Use your strongest skill. Actually, your attack power isn't even half of mine."
Chai Ba Wang was very angry when he heard the kid's arrogant words. He immediately rushed over. He looked like an Indian monk and learned a strange fist technique.
His hand swung over. His thick fist and arm slammed over like a car driving over bravely. It was full of power, but Sun Wuchen blocked it with a single finger.
"One finger?! What did that child do? "
"That kid looks like the runner-up of the last Martial Arts Conference — Monkey King!"
"How is this possible?!"
Everyone was incomparably shocked. Sun Wuchen had used a single finger to block the opponent's attack. Of course, Chai Ba Wang also felt somewhat incredulous.
Sun Wuchen then slapped out with his palm, and it was as if a gale was howling. This slap was extremely powerful, and Chai Ba Wang immediately used his hand to block.
With a loud bang, Chai Ba Wang was sent flying. Fortunately, when he reached the edge of the ring, he directly smashed a big hole in the ground with his hand.
With that big hole, his body didn't directly fly out. Instead, he fell to the ground again. However, he already felt unbearable pain. His arm was almost broken. After a short rest, he gasped for breath.
He stared at the kid in front of him cautiously.
"I said that guys like you always like to talk nonsense. If you really have some skills, then fight with me. But it seems that your skills are very weak."
This sentence alone was enough. It was simply an insult to Chai Ba Wang.
"Kid, in that case, I'll show you the mystery of Eight-handed Fist."
This time, Chai Ba Wang rushed over again. In a flash, his attack was as fast as lightning. It really seemed like he had eight arms.
This time, Sun Wuchen seemed to be unable to fight back. Although he blocked the opponent's attack, he seemed to be in a difficult situation. When he was pushed to the edge of the ring, he jumped lightly and landed on the other side. Sun Wuchen didn't have any intention to gasp for breath. However, the opponent seemed to be panting and exhausted a lot of his strength.
"Huff, huff … Kid, how's my Eight-handed Fist? You're already unable to block it."
The spectators were also quite surprised. Chai Ba Wang's battle prowess was at least stronger than Monkey King's during the last Martial Arts Conference.
"He's really an extraordinary opponent. No wonder he was the champion of the Martial Arts Conference. He didn't even need to make a move to make his opponent submit. He's really strong."
"So he's actually such a strong opponent. However, I think Wuchen will be able to win easily."
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