In the No. 5 ring, a figure jumped up, flipped a beautiful heel in the air, and landed firmly on it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"God of Song, you're number 100, what a coincidence, hahaha!

"Ma Xuan, is your opponent?" Sun Wuben walked to the No. 5 ring leisurely, looking at the high-spirited middle-aged strong man on the stage, as if he had won the jackpot, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile, and then he jumped into the ring easily.

"Sun Wuben, I admire you a lot. Ma Xuan laughed, his expression was extremely pleasant, "A good high-level student in the key class of the Northern Capital, you actually dropped out of school, I don't know if you are stupid in your brain to read, and you are a little lucky, you actually have some talent in music, so you have the current results, but martial arts is not music, you can't play by talent, not to mention, you are just a yellow-skinned monkey, this kind of physical condition is ......"

"Your bloodline is not stronger than mine. Sun Wuben smiled faintly.

Ma Xuan's face sank suddenly, his expression was a little depressed and sad all of a sudden, he was slightly silent, and then said in a deep voice: "That's right, you and I are both yellow people, we yellow people have good brains, strong coordination, and are the worst among the authentic human races in terms of staying power and explosiveness, and in terms of martial arts qualifications, our authentic human beings are far inferior to the aliens." In a trance, Ma Xuan remembered the scene of his apprenticeship again.

"Ma Xuan, you shouldn't practice martial arts, your bloodline is destined to make you unable to get ahead in martial arts no matter how hard you practice in this life, I advise you to go!"

"No, Master, I like martial arts, I don't like to read, I ask Master to teach me to practice, I believe that as long as I work hard, even if my bloodline is not good, I will definitely be able to go to the forefront of everyone. Ma Xuan roared.

"In that case, then I must charge you twice the apprenticeship fee, do you still want to apprentice?"

"Yes!" replied Ma Xuan categorically.

Since then, Ma Xuan has started a hard martial arts practice under the guidance of his master, but what makes Ma Xuan painful is that he worships under the master at the same time, and even those disciples who started later than him Ma Xuan, the same practice has achieved far more results than his Ma Xuan.

Every time he saw his juniors and disciples surpassing him, Ma Xuanxin was dripping blood.

If it weren't for a belief, to prove his belief and Ma Xuan's love for martial arts, there were many times when Ma Xuan would collapse and give up.

Finally, Ma Xuan left the master and could leave the master to practice alone.

At this time, Ma Xuan was not like other peers, because he began to be lazy without the supervision of the master, fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, but worked harder.

Even if the progress became slower and slower later, the effect of cultivation was not as good as a year, and even stopped, but Ma Xuan still did not give up.

In terms of physical fitness, it has reached the limit of the physical strength of the human body, and it is almost impossible to grow in great strides, so improve from martial arts.

Nearly 30 years of hard work, nearly 20 years of intensive study in martial arts, and this time Ma Xuan's trip to the world's first martial arts conference.

"Perhaps, I may not be the best in the world in terms of physical fitness, but relying on my newly developed Supreme Martial Arts Whirlwind Fifty-two Style, I will definitely be able to win the championship, and at that time, I will take these bonuses to visit the master and let him see that even the purest yellow bloodline can win the championship of the world's No. 1 martial arts conference, and can also become the world's No. 1 master. ”

Ma Xuan's eyes became more and more determined.

"Sun Wuben, I'm different from you, you're just having fun, you really think you're a genius, you're just trying to show off your so-called 'capable people are omnipotent', and being able to get the first place in any field means that you are a genius. Ma Xuan said in a deep voice.

Sun Wuben twitched his cheeks, my purpose is not these at all!

"Sun Wuben, I know you want to deny it, but it's not important, the important thing is that the reason why I, Ma Xuan, came to the martial arts conference this time is to prove, that is, to let the martial artists of the world see, even if it is the purest yellow blood, even if our strength is not as good as theirs, we can beat them crying and calling their mothers, and become the number one martial arts god in the world!"

Sun Wuben's heart trembled, and the smile on his face disappeared.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest, race is the biggest injustice in the world, and the Dragon Ball world, because there are too many intelligent races on the earth to compete with normal humans, this unfairness is even more extensive.

Martial arts is a bloody example.

Pure-blooded earthlings, cultivating to the extreme, may not be able to compare to the strength of some races that never cultivate.

In the original Dragon Ball world, why did the junior boss-level Z warriors such as Klin, Yamucha, and even Tianjin rice and dumplings finally give up the goal of defeating Sun Wukong one by one, isn't it because the bloodline gap is too big, and people have to despair.

The bloodlines of these Z warriors are thousands of times stronger than normal humans, but they are comparable to Sun Wukong and others.

In the Nanamek Star Chapter, Sun Wukong has rushed from tens of thousands of combat power to 150 million in just about ten days, how can he compare?

This is the strength of the Saiyan bloodline, and at that time, only Vegeta, who was also of Saiyan blood, could catch up.

When Sun Wuben watched Dragon Ball, he always couldn't understand why every time Sun Wukong and other Saiyans saved the earth, those earthlings obviously saw it, but they forgot about these things in a blink of an eye, and pushed out a Satan with a power of about 8 o'clock as a hero who saved the world.

The bosses who destroy the earth have the power of a nuclear bomb, can destroy a city, and can easily destroy a mountain with a casual gaze.

Obviously, everything happened, and everyone saw it.

Satan stacked 16 tiles together like this, and could only split 15 pieces with a full blow, and the remaining one could not be split, could he really defeat this person who could destroy a city with a spit?

In a civilized society that has developed technology to the point where it can build and transform spaceships, is it really stupid for an intelligent race to be in such a position?

Now Sun Wuben understands, it's not that he doesn't understand.

Ordinary people may not understand, but elites, martial artists, how can they not understand.

Instead, they don't want to understand, or because the bloodlines are too different, the dimensions are too different, and they choose to forget.

"What happened to the Earth martial artists in the original Dragon Ball world, will I also encounter them in the future?" Sun Wuben was a little dazed in his heart, how weak his body was, Sun Wuben had deeply felt it over the years, especially compared with the Z warriors Tianjin rice and dumplings in the original Dragon Ball, which made this feeling seem unforgettable.

"You Sun Wuben, with unparalleled musical talent in the world, should take the way of music, and push purebred yellow people to the first place in the world in music, which makes people look sideways, and other races are crazy about it and admire it, but you shouldn't come to this martial arts conference, this is a waste, a waste of your talent. And I am in the martial arts, and the yellow race ...... "Ma Xuan endlessly.

"Ahem!"

A cough sounded, and I saw the presiding referee staring at Ma Xuan sweatingly.

"I said No. 101, please start the competition immediately, immediately, immediately, this is the ring of the martial arts conference, not a short tea meeting for parents. The presiding referee yelled.

"Uh......"

Ma Xuan's face turned red, and then his face was as solemn as a martyr.

"Sun Wuben, in order to make you, the god of songs, sober and sober, in order to let you go back to the right path of music, and in order to let you see what the supreme martial arts of the yellow race are like, I decided to use the supreme fist method I created - Whirlwind Fifty-two Styles for this blow, of course, I will only use the weakest first form, because I am afraid that you will die because of it, okay...... Let's get started!"

"Xeon fist technique?" Sun Wuben whispered.

"Although I don't like you very much, but your goal of not bowing to fate and fighting for the honor of the yellow race is the same as mine, so ......" Sun Wuben's eyes suddenly shot a blazing light, "So I will use my strongest blow to defeat you." ”

Rumble!

As if thunder erupted on the ground, Ma Xuan's body moved, and he bent his waist very simply, kicked his feet, rushed forward, and then turned into a lunge, and shot out with a punch.

With this punch slamming into Sun Wuben, it even caused a gust of wind to strike.

"The wind is whirling. ”

"It's so strong!"

Sun Wu instinctively felt the blow of the punch wind on his skin, and there was a faint pain.

"The wind is like a drill, what will be the strength of that fist, but it's useless!" In a flash of thought, Sun Wu himself also bowed down, and then turned into a lunge punch.

It was as if there was a flash of lightning, and I couldn't even see Sun Wuben punching.

Sail!

In everyone's sight, the horse spun upside down and flew out, slammed into the wall of the competition hall, and then the whole person seemed to stick to the wall, and stopped for a moment before sliding.

Hitting people is like hanging a picture!

There are three realms of inner boxing: bright energy, dark energy, chemical energy, and turning strength to beat people like hanging paintings.

Although Sun Wuben has never learned the real inner boxing, when he practiced martial arts in this life, he combined the family tradition of Sun Wuliu's cultivation method with the theory of inner family boxing in his previous life to create his own inner boxing.