Dragon Ball Super Grandmaster

Chapter 21 Ma Xuan's Ambition

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

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

"Ma Xuan, my opponent is you?" Sun Wuben walked towards the No. 5 ring in a leisurely manner, looking at the high-spirited stage, the middle-aged strong man who seemed to have won a big prize couldn't help showing a smile, and then turned his body One vertical, also easily jumped onto the ring.

"Sun Wuben, I really admire you." Ma Xuan laughed, with a very happy expression, "You are a talented student in a key class in the northern capital, but you actually dropped out of school. I don't know if you are stupid in reading, but you are lucky. , you actually have some talent in music, which is why you have your current achievements, but martial arts is not music, and you can't play it just by relying on talent, not to mention, you are just a yellow-skinned monkey, with this physical condition..."

"Your bloodline is not stronger than mine." Sun Wuben said with a faint smile.

Ma Xuan's face suddenly darkened, and his expression suddenly became a little sad. He was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "Yes, you and I are both yellow people. We yellow people have good brains and strong coordination. In terms of stamina and explosive power, the authentic human race is the worst, and in terms of martial arts qualifications, our authentic humans are far inferior to the aliens." Ma Xuan recalled the scene of his apprenticeship again in a trance.

"Ma Xuan, you shouldn't be practicing martial arts. Your blood is doomed that no matter how hard you practice in your life, you will never be able to excel in martial arts. I advise you to go!"

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

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

"Yes!" Ma Xuan replied decisively.

From then on, under the guidance of his master, Ma Xuan began to practice arduously in martial arts, but what made Ma Xuan painful was that he joined his master at the same time. is far beyond his horse spin.

Ma Xuan's heart bleeds every time he saw his juniors surpassing him.

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

Finally, Ma Xuan left the teacher, and he could leave the teacher's door to practice alone.

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

Even though the progress became slower and slower, the effect of practice was not as good as year after year, and even stopped, but Ma Xuan still did not give up.

Physical fitness has reached the limit of human physical fitness, and it is almost impossible to make great strides, so let's improve from martial arts.

After nearly 30 years of painstaking training and nearly [-] years of intensive research in martial arts, Ma Xuan's trip to the World's No. [-] Martial Arts Conference came about this time.

"Perhaps, I may not be number one in the world in terms of physical fitness, but relying on my newly developed powerful martial art Whirlwind Style 52, I will definitely, definitely be able to win the championship. At that time, I will take these bonuses to meet the master Let him see that even the purest yellow blood can win the world's number one martial arts championship and become the world's number one master."

Ma Xuan's eyes became more and more determined.

"Sun Wuben, I am different from you. You are just for fun. You really think of yourself as a genius. You just want to show off your so-called 'capable ones can do anything'. Being able to get the first place in any field shows that you are a genius." Ma Xuan said in a deep voice.

Sun Wuben twitched, my purpose is not at all, okay!
"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 it, to show the world's martial arts masters that even the purest yellow blood, Even if our strength is not as good as theirs, we can still beat them to the point of crying, 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 greatest injustice in the world, and in the Dragon Ball world, because there are too many intelligent races on the earth competing with normal humans, this injustice has been expanded to the extreme.

Martial arts is a bloody example.

Pure-bred earthlings may not be able to compare with the power of some races that have never cultivated.

In the original Dragon Ball world, Klin, Yamcha, and finally Tianjin Fan, Dumplings, Piccolo and other junior boss-level Z fighters gave up the goal of defeating Monkey King one by one. One has to despair.

The blood of these Z fighters is thousands of times stronger than normal humans, but compared with Monkey King and others.

In the Namek story, Sun Wukong went from tens of thousands of combat power to 1.5 million in just ten days, how can it be compared?How to catch up?
This is the strength of the Saiyan blood, and only Vegeta, who is also of the Saiyan blood, could catch up at that time.

Sun Wuben watched Dragon Ball back then, and he couldn’t figure out why every time Sun Wukong and other Saiyans saved the earth, those people on the earth clearly saw it in their eyes, but they forgot about these things in a blink of an eye, and pushed a Satan with a power of around 8 o’clock. Come out and be the hero who saved the world.

The boss who destroys the earth has the power of a nuclear bomb in his breath, can destroy a city, and can easily destroy a mountain with a casual glance.

Obviously everything happened, and everyone saw it.

Satan stacks 16 tiles together in this way, and he can only split 15 tiles with a full blow. Can he really defeat the person who can destroy a city by spitting?
In a civilized society with advanced technology that can manufacture and transform spaceships, is the intelligent race really stupid enough to be in such a position?
Now Sun Wuben understands, it's not that he doesn't understand.

Ordinary people may not understand it, but how can elites and martial arts masters not understand it.

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

"Will I encounter the encounters and feelings of Earth martial artists in the original Dragon Ball world?" Sun Wuben was a little at a loss in his heart. Sun Wuben has deeply felt how weak his body is, and Sun Wuben has deeply felt it through these years of practice, especially when he is with Yuan Yuan. Comparing the Z fighter Tianjin rice and dumplings in Dragon Ball makes this feeling even more unforgettable.

"You, Sun Wuben, have the unparalleled musical talent in the world. You should follow the way of music and push the purebred yellow people to be the best in the world in music. It will make people look sideways and other races will be crazy about it and admire it. You should not come here. This martial arts competition is a waste, a waste of your talent. But I am in the martial arts, fighting yellow people..." Ma Xuan was eloquent.

"cough!"

There was a coughing sound, and the referee stared at Ma Xuan profusely in sweat.

"I said contestant No. 101, please start the competition right away, right away, this is the arena of the Martial Arts Tournament, not a short tea party for parents." The host referee roared.

"Uh……"

Ma Xuan's face turned red, and then a martyr-like solemnity appeared on his face.

"Sun Wuben, in order to wake you up, the god of song, to let you go back to the right path of music, and to show you what the Xeon Martial Arts of the yellow race is like, I decided to use the Xeon I created for this attack. Boxing - whirlwind 52 moves, of course I will only use the weakest first move, because I am afraid that you will die because of it, okay...let's start!"

"Extreme boxing?" Sun Wuben whispered.

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

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

As this punch hit Sun Wuben, it even caused gusts of wind to shoot.

"The wind is swirling."

"So strong!"

Sun Wu could instinctively feel the pain from the blowing blows on his skin.

"The wind is like a drill, so what will the strength of the fist be, it's a pity that it's useless!" Sun Wu himself lowered himself in a flash of thought, and then turned into a lunge and punch.

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

Canopy!
In the eyes of everyone, the horse flew upside down, hit the wall of the competition hall heavily, and then the whole person seemed to be stuck to the wall, and stopped for a while before slipping off.

Hit people like a painting!
Neijiaquan has three realms: Mingjin, Darkjin, Huajin, and Huajin hitting people is like hanging a painting.

Although Sun Wuben has never learned real Neijiaquan, it might as well combine Sun Wuliu's practice method passed down from his family with the theory of Neijiaquan in his previous life when he practiced martial arts in this life, and create his own Neijiaquan.

(End of this chapter)