Super Grandmaster of Dragonball

　　 No. 5 ring, a figure jumped up, turned a beautiful somersault in the air, and landed steadily on it.

　　 "God of song, you are number 100, what a coincidence, hahaha! What luck!"

"Ma Xuan, my opponent is you?" Sun Wuben walked to the No. 5 ring in a leisurely manner, looking at the stage full of energy, as if the middle-aged strong man who had won the grand prize couldn't help but show a smile, and then walked around. Yizong easily jumped onto the ring.

"Sun Wuben, I really admire you." Ma Xuan laughed, with a very happy expression. "A good student in the key class of the Northern Capital, but dropped out of school. I don't know if you are silly in reading and reading. You have some luck. , I actually have some talent in music, so I have the current results, but martial arts is not music, it is not played by talent, not to mention, you are just a yellow-skinned monkey, this kind of physical condition..."

　　 "Your blood is not stronger than mine." Monkey King smiled faintly.

Ma Xuan's face suddenly sank, and his expression was a little gloomy and sad. After a slight silence, he said in a deep voice: "Yes, you and I are both yellow races. We yellow races have good brains and strong coordination. The endurance and explosive power are the worst among the authentic human races, and in terms of martial arts qualifications, our authentic humans are far less than the outliers." In a trance, Ma Xuan recalled the scene of his apprenticeship.

　　 "Ma Xuan, you shouldn't practice martial arts, your blood line is destined that no matter how hard you practice in this life, you will not be able to get ahead in martial arts, I advise you to go!"

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

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

　　 "Yes!" Ma Xuan answered decisively.

Since then, Ma Xuan has started a arduous martial arts practice under the guidance of his master. What makes Ma Xuan painful is that he worships his master at the same time, and even those disciples who started later than his Ma Xuan have achieved the same results. Is far beyond his horse spin.

　　 Ma Xuanxin was bleeding every time he saw the juniors surpass himself.

　　 If it is not a belief, you have to prove your belief and Ma Xuan's love for martial arts. There are many times when Ma Xuan collapses and gives up.

　　 Finally Ma Xuan has left the teacher, and can leave the teacher to practice alone.

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

　　 Even though the progress is getting slower and slower later, the effect of practice is not as good as a year, and it has even stopped, but Ma Xuan still does not give up.

　　The physical stamina has reached the limit of the human body stamina, and it can hardly grow in a big stride, so use martial arts to improve.

　　 Nearly 30 years of hard training, and nearly 20 years of intensive research in martial arts, this time the world's largest martial arts conference with a horse spinning.

"Perhaps, I may not be the best in the world in terms of physical fitness, but relying on my newly developed Xeon Martial Skill Cyclone 52 Stance, I will definitely be able to win the championship. At that time, I will take these bonuses. Meet the master and let him see that even the purest yellow race can win the championship of the world's number one martial arts tournament and become the world's number one master."

　　 Ma Xuan's eyes became firmer and firmer.

"Sun Wuben, I am different from you. You are just for fun, and you really regard yourself as a genius. You are just to show off what you call'the capable are omnipotent,' and to be the first in any field, it means that you are a genius for this purpose." Ma Xuan said solemnly.

　　 Sun Wu's face twitched, my purpose is not at all, OK!

"Sun Wuben, I know you want to deny it, but this is not important. The important thing is that the reason why Ma Xuan came to the martial arts conference this time is to prove that I want to show the world martial arts experts, even the purest yellow blood. Even if our strength is not as good as them, we can still beat them to cry and call their mothers and become the best martial arts gods in the world!"

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

　　 Natural selection of things, survival of the fittest, race is the greatest unfairness in the world, and in the Dragon Ball world, because there are too many intelligent races on the earth competing with normal humans, this unfairness has expanded to the extreme.

　　Budo is a **** example.

　　A pure-blooded earth person, who has cultivated to the extreme, may not be able to compare with the power that some races never practice.

In the original Dragon Ball world, Klin, Yamucha, and even the last Tianjin rice, dumplings, and Piccolo, these junior boss-level Z fighters, why all of them gave up the goal of defeating Monkey King in the end? Isn't it because the bloodline gap is too big, so People have to despair.

　　 The bloodline of these z-warriors is thousands of times stronger than normal humans, but it is comparable to Monkey King and others.

　　Name Buster, Monkey King in just ten days, from tens of thousands of combat power to 150 million in one fell swoop, how do you compare? How can I catch up?

　　 This is where the Saiyan lineage is so powerful, and only Vegeta, who is also of Saiyan lineage, can catch up.

Back then, when Sun Wu originally watched Dragon Ball, he always wondered why every time Sun Wukong and other Saiyans saved the earth, those earthlings would clearly see them, but in a blink of an eye they forgot about these things and pushed a Satan whose power was around 8 o’clock. Come out to be the hero who saved the world.

　　 The boss who destroys the earth has the power of a nuclear bomb, which can destroy a city, and can easily destroy a mountain with a casual stare.

　　Obviously everything happened, and everyone saw it.

　　 Satan stacks 16 tiles together, and can only split 15 tiles with a full blow, and there is one person who can't split. Can he really defeat this person who can destroy a city by spitting?

　　 In a civilized society that has developed technology to be able to build and transform spaceships, is the intelligent race really stupid to such a position?

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

　　 Ordinary people may not understand, but the elites and martial arts experts would not understand.

　　 But he didn't want to understand, or because the pedigree was too different, the dimension was too different, and he chose to forget.

"The experience and feelings of the Earth Martial Daoist in the original Dragon Ball world, will I also encounter it in the future?" Sun Wuben was a little confused. How weak his own body is. Sun Wuben has deeply felt the practice of these years, especially with Yuan. The comparison between the z-warrior Tianjin rice and dumplings in Dragon Ball makes this feeling even more unforgettable.

"You Sun Wuben, with unparalleled musical talents in the world, should follow the way of music, and push the purebred yellow people to the first place in the world in music, which is eye-catching. Other races are crazy about it, admire it, and shouldn't come. This martial arts conference, this is a waste, a waste of your talents. And I am in the martial arts, and I will be a man of the yellow race..." Ma Xuan talked.

　　 "Cough!"

　　 A cough sounded, and the referee was staring at Ma Xuan with sweat.

　　 "I said Contestant No. 101, please immediately, immediately, immediately start the competition, this is the arena of the martial arts conference, not a short tea party for the parents." The host referee yelled.

"Uh……"

　　 Ma Xuan's face flushed, and then his martyrdom-like majesty appeared on his face.

"Sun Wuben, in order to make you sober and sober~www.wuxiahere.com~ in order to get you back to the right way of music, and also to let you see what the strong martial arts of the yellow race is like, I decided to use this blow The strongest boxing method I created-the fifty-two whirlwind style, of course I will only use the weakest first style, because I'm afraid you will die because of it, well... let's get started!"

　　 "Xeon Fist?" Monkey King 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 blazing light, "So I will use My strongest blow will defeat you."

　　 Boom!

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

　　 With this punch blasted towards Monkey King, it even caused a gust of wind to shoot.

　　 "The wind is swirling."

　　 "So strong!"

　　 Sun Wu could instinctively feel the faint pain on the skin from the blow of the fist.

　　 "The wind is like a drill, so what is the strength of that fist, but it's useless!" After a flash of thought, Sun Wu himself fell low, and then turned into a lunge and punch.

　　 It seemed that there was a flash of electricity, and I couldn't even see Sun Wuben punching.

　　 Canopy!

　　 The horse spun upside down in the eyes of everyone, hitting the wall of the competition hall hard, and then the whole person seemed to be stuck to the wall before slipping off after a while.

　　 Beating people is like hanging a picture!

　　 Neijiaquan has three realms: Ming Jin, Dark Jin, Hua Jin, and Hua Jin hitting people is like hanging a picture.

　　 Although Sun Wuben has never learned real Neijiaquan, he might as well combine his family's Sun Wuliu practice method with the theory of previous generations of Neijiaquan when he is practicing martial arts in this life to create his own Neijiaquan.