Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

If it weren't for the evil side revealed by some god, how could his master Wu Taidou, a great master of the generation, die of exhaustion?

...Thinking of this, Tsurumi paused and looked at Wu Tian opposite.

In the book written by my senior brother, all kinds of martial arts principles... Wu Tian poured it out with such broad and selfless mind. Let’s not talk about it for now. Just read the words in the book. Tsurumi couldn't help but choke up in his heart when he saw the "fictional" words and deeds of the "imagined" great master Wu Taidou.

"What?" Wu Tian held up the cup, the fragrance of tea lingered.

"Nothing." Tsurumi continued to look at the screen. There, on the Broken Mountain, two people fought fiercely back and forth. The intensity of the battle far exceeded that of the martial arts practitioners back then. And around the Broken Mountain , is a sea of ​​countless people, and a large part of them have some martial arts skills.

And all of them, including those who are watching this game across thousands of screens at this moment, all respect martial arts.

Master.

Master.

Did you see it?

Everyone practices martial arts and everyone strives for self-improvement... The golden age of martial arts practitioners that you have dreamed of is here today.

That's it.

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Krillin still lost.

Piccolo has grown up so fast. Not only has he regained the skills of the old Piccolo, he has also learned a lot secretly on Wuxian Island. In addition, after he won the Beidu Division Championship, he has been After painstakingly studying Wu Tian's book, I was quite inspired, and my mind on martial arts changed...

Relying on the flexibility of Namekian arms and various magical abilities, Piccolo narrowly succeeded in a move without taking off the weight.

"What a wonderful showdown!"

"Let us congratulate Player Piccolo for taking the lead in entering the finals of the 21st World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament! Although Player Klin regretted losing, he also gave us a wonderful duel. He will compete tomorrow. Before the championship and runner-up battle, compete with the players who lost in the next semi-final match for third place!"

"Then... Next, let's welcome contestant Sun Wukong from Wusenryu! And contestant Tianjin Fan from Hesenryu!"

The host announced the curtain quickly, and at the same time, medical staff came out from the backstage and walked to the ring. With the support of medical staff, Klin walked towards the backcourt of the players. But Piccolo pushed away the young female nurse who was surrounding him and flew away into the sky. His cold style frightened the young nurse's face to pale.

Glancing down below, Sun Wukong and Tianjin Fan walked out side by side. One was taller and the other was shorter, but they were competing with each other in terms of momentum. They seemed to be equally matched.

Sun Wukong...

Piccolo narrowed his eyes, snorted, accelerated his flight, drew out an arc, and quickly disappeared into the clouds and mist as countless spectators looked up below.

"Uh... it seems that our Piccolo player is a very talented martial artist!" The host pushed up his glasses awkwardly and laughed dryly, "But the battle between the champion and the runner-up is tomorrow. , it’s not a violation for Player Piccolo to leave at this time... Ahem, then, let’s get back to the game, the game between Player Sun Wukong and Player Tianjin Fan is about to begin!”

At this time, Sun Wukong and Tianjin Fan had already boarded the Broken Mountain Arena and stood facing each other.

Just a confrontational gesture caused a wave of cheers from the audience——

"Oh oh oh so handsome!!"

"Come on, Tianjin Fan!! Defeat that little douding!!"

"Come on, Wukong! Disciple of Wu Xian, we must not lose!!"

In the densely packed audience, Bulma frowned, how could anyone support that Tianjin fan? Don't they know that Wukong is Grandpa Wutian's direct disciple? Don't they know how talented Goku is? How could that Tianjin rice guy win?

Sun Wufan next to Bulma grabbed his white beard, chuckled, looked at the big arena in the center, and thought: So, Uncle Tsurumi, what secret weapon did you teach this disciple of yours... ...He actually had the confidence to let him fight against the Wukong taught by his master...

…

"Does the thing on your wrist have the same function as the bald little monk just now?" Tianjin Fan looked at the little boy with messy black hair and a tail across from him and said calmly.

Although he didn't care about the duel between Klin and Piccolo just now, when Klin took off his wrist guard, he was keenly aware of the change in Klin's aura.

Therefore, Tianjin Fan guessed that Klin's wrist guard might be an item to suppress his "qi".

And Sun Wukong also has the same wrist guard.

"Yes!" Sun Wukong shook his tail and nodded.

The host grabbed the microphone and his voice echoed throughout the venue: "So... the 21st World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament, the second match of the semi-finals, Tianjin Fan vs. Sun Wukong, now... begins!"

The cheers of the entire audience suddenly rose to a higher level again!

However, the bustling and noisy environment did not affect the two people who were about to fight on the stage. Their auras had been colliding with each other when they came out of the player lounge and walked on the road. The real confrontation began with Klin and The moment Piccolo's game ended, it had already begun!

"Then... don't blame me for not reminding you," Tianjin Fan's three eyes were extremely calm. He slowly moved and raised his palms, especially the third eye on his forehead, which seemed to have a divine light. He said in a deep voice, "...You'd better take off that wrist guard from the beginning."

Sun Wukong was also infected by the other party's seriousness, and the other party's Qi... was very strong!

Moreover, he could keenly feel that Tianjin Fan's energy started to get stronger and stronger the moment he made his hand gesture and his eyes changed!

stronger!

"Not yet!" Sun Wukong said, with uncontrollable excitement in his tone.

He is such a person. Even if his skills are incredibly advanced in the future, when he fights against any opponent, he will often not come forward and use his full strength, because what he likes is to fight with people, not to overwhelm them. The power of (xìng) defeats the opponent.

A thrilling fight! fighting!

Sun Wukong posed with high morale and said: "Come on!" His eyes were shining and his blood was burning.

"Hmph..." Tianjin Fan's eyes were firm and unmoving. He was carrying the hope of his master and the glory of He Xianliu... Finally, he took action!

Sun Wukong grinned, flicked his tail behind his body, and made a crisp sound, and then the whole person disappeared in place, turned into an afterimage, and disappeared in place... Huh, huh, huh, the whole person On the ring, there are only the afterimages of Sun Wukong and Tianjin Fan. Bang bang bang, the sound of their fight is extremely dull. When they move, they are like two black shadows running around in the ring. If they fight for a short time, they will leave clear afterimages. .

Not long after, the ring was filled with afterimages of their fight.

…

"Oh?" In the audience, Sun Wuhan tugged his beard in surprise.

…………

Wu Tian stopped drinking tea and glanced at the air screen next to him. The two intertwined auras on the martial arts conference ring in the distance were naturally shrouded in his perception... The changes in Tianjin Fan's aura , reflected in Wu Tian's eyes like lines on the palm of his hand.

He smiled faintly and said to Tsurumi: "As expected, junior brother... you have fully understood this trick that master taught you." (To be continued.)