Dragon Ball: I became the strongest warrior after practicing half of my skills

In the early morning, the sun shines through the sparse clouds and sprinkles on the beach. The five o'clock bell just rings, and Zhou Zilong is already standing on the beach, starting his daily training. His figure looks firm and upright in the morning light, and every move is full of strength and rhythm.

"Not bad, you got up so early." Turtle Hermit walked out of the house with a cup of freshly brewed tea in his hand. Seeing Zhou Zilong practicing, he showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"Before I became a disciple of the master, I learned a little from a warrior. Since then, I have kept the habit of getting up early to train." Zhou Zilong stopped and turned to salute Turtle Hermit. His voice was firm and powerful, revealing a spirit of not admitting defeat.

"This is a good habit, keep it up." Master Roshi nodded, then walked to Zhou Zilong's side and began to explain the true meaning of martial arts to him.

"Learning martial arts is not for winning a fight, nor for girls to say 'You are so strong,' and blow you a kiss. These are all abnormal ideas," Master Roshi said earnestly, "The real purpose of learning martial arts is to make the body and mind healthy, and then live a meaningful life with this healthy body and mind. This is called martial arts!"

Zhou Zilong listened carefully, and couldn't help but deeply resonate with Master Roshi's martial arts philosophy. He has always thought that learning martial arts is to become stronger and to win in battle, but now, he began to understand that the true meaning of martial arts is far more than that.

"Master, I understand," Zhou Zilong bowed deeply.

Master Turtle smiled and nodded, and then reminded: "But there is one thing you must remember, if you see a martial arts student bullying kind people, that person is your enemy, you must punish him well!"

Zhou Zilong nodded heavily, and he secretly swore in his heart that no matter where he went in the future, he would uphold the spirit of martial arts of justice and protect what he could protect within his ability.

After breakfast, Zhou Zilong rested for half an hour according to Master Turtle's request to restore his physical strength and spirit.

He knew that the next practice would be very strict and difficult, but he was ready. He stood up and looked in the direction pointed by Master Turtle, where there was a very large isolated island standing on the blue sea.

"Zilong, your first training is to swim to that island," said Turtle Hermit, pointing at the isolated island with his cane. Although his voice was calm, it revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Zhou Zilong nodded, took a deep breath, and then took a firm step. He took off his shoes and walked barefoot on the beach, feeling the softness and warmth of the sand. He walked towards the sea step by step until the sea submerged his knees. He looked back at Turtle Hermit, then jumped into the sea.

The sea water was cool and deep. Zhou Zilong felt that his body was surrounded by the sea water, as if he was in another world. He took a deep breath and then began a long swimming journey. He swam forward with all his strength, paddling the water with his hands, and pushing his feet hard to push his body forward.

The sea water was sometimes as calm as a mirror, and sometimes surging. Zhou Zilong kept adjusting his breathing and rhythm during the swimming process to cope with the changes in the sea water. He felt that his body was constantly consuming energy, but he had no intention of giving up.

As time went by, Zhou Zilong felt that his physical strength was gradually exhausted. His arms began to ache, his legs felt heavy, his breathing became rapid, and his heartbeat accelerated. But he still gritted his teeth and persisted, swimming forward.

Just when Zhou Zilong felt that he was about to give up, he suddenly saw a piece of land in front of him. The isolated island was right in front of him. He seemed to see the light of hope. He used all his strength to swim forward and finally touched the shore of the isolated island.

Zhou Zilong lay tiredly on the beach, gasping for breath. He felt as if his body was hollowed out, but he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.

"Congratulations, Zilong, you have passed the first class of practice. Next, you have to work harder." The voice of Turtle Hermit sounded in Zhou Zilong's ears. Zhou Zilong looked up and saw that Turtle Hermit was standing on the shore, smiling at him.

"Yes! Master!" Zhou Zilong struggled to stand up, saluted and answered excitedly.

Then, Master Turtle led Zhou Zilong along the winding path, slowly walking into the depths of the island. Along the way, they met many residents of the island, and each of them greeted Master Turtle enthusiastically, as if he was the most popular person here.Guests.

"Master Wu Tian, ​​you are here!" A slightly bloated woman came towards him, holding a basket full of fresh vegetables in her hand, "Excuse me, the vegetable purchasing company will come to pick up the goods in the evening." Her face was filled with a simple smile, and she was full of trust in Master Kame.

Master Kame nodded, turned to Zhou Zilong and said, "Zilong, look, this is what we are going to do. Although farm work seems simple, it can exercise your physical strength and endurance. Remember, the road to martial arts is not achieved overnight. You need to be down-to-earth and take one step at a time!"

Zhou Zilong nodded, full of expectations in his heart. He understood that Master Kame, as a legendary martial artist, must have his own unique training methods. He couldn't wait to start his own training journey.

Arriving at the farmland, Zhou Zilong looked around and saw green vegetables swaying in the breeze. He took a deep breath and felt the fresh air. He moved his body and warmed up, then walked to a cabbage field and began his new practice - shoveling vegetables.

He bent down, took a horse stance, held the shovel tightly with both hands, and shoveled the cabbages one by one. At the beginning, his movements were still a little unfamiliar, but as time went on, he gradually found the feeling, his movements became more and more skilled, and the speed of shoveling cabbages became faster and faster.

Every time he shoveled a cabbage, Zhou Zilong could feel the muscles of his waist, abdomen, legs and arms constantly exerting force. He felt his muscles tightening and contracting, as if they were constantly being hammered. This feeling made him excited and nervous, but he knew that this was exactly what he wanted.

As time went by, Zhou Zilong felt his physical strength was constantly being consumed. Sweat slid down his forehead and wet his clothes, but he had no intention of stopping to rest. He knew that this was a test of his willpower. He gritted his teeth and continued to persevere.

After an unknown period of time, Zhou Zilong finally shoveled all the cabbages in the field. He sat on the ground panting with exhaustion, but his face was filled with a satisfied smile. He felt that his body seemed to have undergone a baptism, becoming lighter and stronger.

"Not bad! Zilong, you did a good job!" Turtle Hermit came over and nodded with satisfaction.