Dragon Ball Grandmaster Tianjin Rice

Chapter 153 Memory problem?

Seeing Trunks's all-out appearance, Wukong secretly thought that this kid really had confidence in his strength.

That being the case, he must not let him down.

Thinking of this, Wukong stood up straight with a smile, with his left hand behind his back, and only his index finger left on his right hand to meet the long sword that was slashing at Trunks.

Trunks was taken aback when he saw Wukong's response, and subconsciously wanted to take back some of his strength.

It's a pity that he used too much force just now, and he can't continue to adjust at this time.

"I hope nothing will happen, Mr. Wukong!"

The corner of Trunks' mouth twitched slightly. Although he thought it was unlikely, he only hoped that Wukong's casual way of fighting could successfully parry his own attack.

Keng!
The next moment, there was a crisp metal interlacing sound.

Trunks stared wide-eyed, only to see that his long sword that easily cut Schlag into countless pieces just now was actually blocked by an index finger.

And when he saw the understatement on Wukong's face again, he knew that this might not be Wukong's limit.

But after seeing such a scene, the surprise was only short-lived, followed by more joy.

In the world he lives in, his mother has mentioned Wukong's strength to him many times, so since the beginning, he has been quite confident in Wukong's strength.

Now that Wukong's strength is even higher than he expected, such a thing is naturally a good thing for him.

Since his slash just now was completely within the parry range of Wukong's finger, he simply continued to slash with all his strength with confidence.

The swords and shadows staggered, and the light flickered.

The people around saw that Trunks' long sword swung into dense afterimages, and even directly formed a dense sword screen, and they didn't want to give Wukong a chance to breathe.

It's just that Wukong still maintained the state just now during the whole process.

No matter to what extent Trunks increased the speed of his swinging sword, Wukong always played it lightly, blocking everything with his index finger upright.

clang clang clang...

A burst of fierce collision erupted between the two, making it almost impossible to see the specific process of the two fighting.

Until this collision lasted for about 5 minutes, Trunks began to gasp for breath because he swung his sword with all his strength for too long.

The battle between the two is officially over.

"Whoo~, whoo~"

Trunks stopped attacking, gasping for air.

"Mr. Wukong, you are really amazing, much stronger than I imagined!"

It seems mom was right.

If Mr. Wukong didn't die early from a heart attack later, then there would be no tragic future at all.

Trunks looked at Wukong, who was able to breathe as usual after the sparring just now, and was even more amazed in his heart.

At the same time, he couldn't help feeling a little bit of emotion in his heart, secretly sighing that it would have been better if Wukong hadn't died of a heart attack.

There was a gloomy look on his face.

But soon, this bleakness disappeared again.

After seeing Wukong with his own eyes, he became more confident about his plan for this time travel.

Even with Wukong's current strength, he feels that it is already stronger than No.17 and No.18 in the future world.

If I could ask him to, I would definitely be able to wipe out the two evil artificial humans No. 17 and No. 18 in advance!

Trunks clenched his fists.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help being excited, and even couldn't help telling Wukong all the future in his memory.

After all, he came back here from the future world in order to let Goku get through the heart attack, and then rewrite the tragic future in this past world.

But before he could say it, Wukong on the opposite side laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

"Haha, you are strong too!
But I am not the strongest here, Tianjin Fan should be much stronger than me now.

Of course, I will not just give up!
He is now a recognized martial arts master on Earth.I don't know how the Tianjin Fan's martial arts school will develop in your future world? "

When Wukong heard Trunks' praise, he also praised Trunks' strength.

However, it is rare to meet someone who came back from the future and knows what will happen in the future. Anyone can't help but want to ask about the future.

And in the future, things related to myself.

The reason why Wukong is asking about the development of Tianjin Fan's martial arts gym is actually concerned about his own affairs.

Although so far, as the instructor of the ultimate martial arts class of Longshenliu Martial Arts Academy hired by Tianjin Fan, Wukong has not officially worked for a day.

But regarding the current development of the Longshenliu martial arts school, even though Wukong has been concentrating on practicing, he can always hear Qiqi mentioning it in his ear after returning home.

He even said that he would train Gohan to be a martial arts instructor like him in the future.

This made Wukong always a little concerned about what he would look like if he really became a martial arts instructor.

"This..., Mr. Tianjin Fan is better than Mr. Wukong? Martial arts?"

Trunks couldn't help being puzzled when he heard Wukong's description and questions.

In his future world, although most of the Dragon Ball fighters died young, he still saw most of them when he was young.

He also has some impressions about everyone's affairs.

But in his impression, although Mr. Tianjin Fan is a real martial artist, his strength should not be comparable to Mr. Wukong.

As for martial arts or something, he has no impression at all.

"Is there something wrong with my memory?"

Thinking of this, Trunks couldn't help feeling suspicious.

"What's wrong with you, Trunks, is there anything the future world can't say?

For example, if you say it now, the future will change?If you can't say it, then don't force it. "

Wukong watched Trunks face his own problems in a daze, thinking that there was some taboo on this matter.

After all, it is time travel, it sounds very magical, and it is not surprising that there are any restrictions.

"No, Mr. Wukong..."

Trunks shook his head and was about to explain, but Tianjin Fan and the others surrounded him when they saw the battle was over.

"Excellent battle, Trunks is a guest from afar.

Now that the competition is over, why don't we go back to Penguin Hill first, and then sit down and talk slowly. "

Tianjin Fan's proposal was agreed by everyone.

The next moment, Tianjin Fan casually released two more qigong waves, completely bombarding the bodies of Darles and Shi Lage on the ground into dross.

"Are you ready?"

Immediately, Trunks saw that everyone including Wukong stretched out two fingers to their foreheads.

Tianjin Fan put his hand on his shoulder while touching his forehead with his fingers.

When he was wondering about Tianjin Fan's move, his eyes were dark.

After a short while, the light reappeared, and Trunks was surprised to find that he had followed the crowd to a mountain.

On this mountain, a towering giant tree towered into the sky, making it impossible for him to see the end at a glance.

If such a tree really existed in the past world, why did he have no impression at all?

Trunks stretched his neck vigorously and raised his head, trying to see the top of the World Tree.

But facing the misty clouds, he once again fell into doubt. Is there really something wrong with my memory?
(End of this chapter)