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

Under the distant and mysterious Kalin Tower, the clouds and mist are shrouded in a dream, as if the whole world is covered in a layer of gauze, making it difficult to see its true face. The sun shines through the dense treetops, casting mottled light and shadows, like golden spots jumping on the ground, adding a bit of warmth and vitality to this quiet place. Everything is so peaceful and peaceful, like a beautiful painting.

At this moment, a small figure appeared in the center of the picture. He is Xiao Wukong. This twelve-year-old boy, wearing a simple martial arts uniform, looks energetic. He is short but full of energy, with a head of black and shiny hair flying like a burning flame, especially the bright eyes, revealing an indescribable perseverance and courage. At this moment, he is standing at the foot of the mountain, looking into the distance with a firm gaze, as if looking for something important.

In his hand, he held a dragon ball radar that was flickering with a faint light. That was his next goal - to find and collect seven dragon balls to revive Upa's heroic father, Bola. For Goku, this was not just a task, but also a responsibility and a promise to his friends.

"Grandpa Turtle said that a true strong man must not only have great power, but also have the determination to protect others!" Goku muttered in his heart, recalling the teachings that Master Turtle had given him. These words were deeply imprinted in his heart and became the source of motivation for his progress.

However, Goku also knew that relying on his own strength alone, it was still a little inefficient to fight against the powerful Red Ribbon Army. So he made a decision not to fight alone, but to seek help. With a goal in mind, Goku embarked on a journey to Longwumen without hesitation.

It was afternoon time at this time. Goku crossed the mountains and finally came to Longwumen.

"Brother!" Little Wukong shouted excitedly, and ran to Zhou Zilong who was practicing with some disciples. Zhou Zilong looked over and saw that it was Little Wukong, and a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Wukong, you are back, it seems that your practice has improved again!"

"Yes, Brother, I came here this time to ask for something!" Little Wukong said sincerely, "The Red Ribbon Army is doing evil everywhere, and Upa's father was killed by them. I want to revive him, but my power is limited, so..."

"I understand" Zhou Zilong interrupted Little Wukong, and a trace of praise flashed in his eyes, "Wukong, you have grown up and know how to ask for help , This is an important step to become a true warrior. The Red Ribbon Army has committed many evils. As a martial artist, I have no choice but to fight with you and let the light of justice illuminate this land. "

Just as the two of them lowered their heads in thought and discussed how to more efficiently eliminate the Red Ribbon Army, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence. Krillin ran over with sweat and panting, his face full of anxiety and determination: "Goukong! Wait for me! I want to join this battle too! I can't let you take risks alone!" Although Krillin's voice was a little hoarse due to running, his determination was as unshakable as a rock.

After hearing this, Xiao Wukong turned around, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then turned into a warm smile: "Ku~Linlin, I knew you would come. With you, our strength will be even stronger!" He stretched out his hand, and Krillin held it without hesitation. The two held hands tightly, conveying the trust and strength between brothers that need no words.

Therefore, under the gaze of all the disciples of Longwu Sect, the three brothers decided to hold a brief oath-taking ceremony.

They stood on the high platform in the center of the square. Little Wukong spoke first. His voice was clear and powerful, penetrating everyone present: "Dear disciples of Longwumen, today, I stand here not only for myself, but also for our friends and those innocent victims. The tragedy of Bola made me deeply realize how great a disaster it would bring if the power of Dragon Ball was mastered by evil people. We must stop the Red Ribbon Army and protect this world!"

Zhou Zilong took over the conversation, his tone full of wisdom and calmness: "Wukong is right, but we must understand that it is far from enough to rely on passion alone. What we need is strategy, wisdom, and close cooperation between us. Only by unity can we exert our greatest strength!"

When it was Krillin's turn, he showed his signature smile and eased the tense atmosphere with his unique humor: "Hey, don't be so serious! Although I know this mission is very dangerous, think about it, if we succeed, it will be such a brilliant record! By then, our Longwumen will be famous all over the world! Haha, butHaving said that, safety comes first, we have to come back alive to celebrate! "

Klin's words caused everyone to laugh, and the tense atmosphere instantly became relaxed and full of fighting spirit. The disciples applauded and cheered for the three of them. Amid the cheers and blessings of the crowd, the three brothers smiled at each other, and their eyes were full of determination and confidence.

"Somersault Cloud, are you ready? We are going to set off! "Sun Wukong called softly, and saw a white cloud floating from the sky, gently holding up his chubby body, as if carrying the hope of the whole world. With Sun Wukong's order, the cloud turned into a stream of light, cutting through the sky and rushing away into the distance.

On the other side, Krillin stood on an open grassland outside Longwu Gate. Beside him, an unusual black cloud was quietly suspended. This was a precious gift Zhou Zilong exchanged from the system mall and gave him after the 21st World No. 1 Martial Arts Conference. Krillin took a deep breath, jumped on the black cloud, followed closely, and embarked on the journey.

As for Zhou Zilong, he once again drove a flying machine that looked like the Swedish JAS-39 "Gripen" fighter. He controlled the fighter to quickly take off and eject.

The three brothers crossed the mountains and ridges at the fastest speed. Sun Wukong was in the cloud. He shuttled flexibly between layers, sometimes diving, sometimes climbing, as if he was integrated with the world. He silently recited the names of his friends in his heart. His trust and reliance on his partners made him more determined to move forward.

Krillin seemed more stable. He drove the black somersault cloud and shuttled between the valleys at an unhurried pace. Although his speed was comparable to that of Sun Wukong, he paid more attention to observing the surrounding environment to ensure that there was no risk. Whenever he encountered steep mountains or turbulent rivers, he could always find a safe way to pass with his extraordinary wisdom and courage.

Zhou Zilong drove his aircraft and drew gorgeous arcs in the air. He used the high-tech equipment on the aircraft to conduct a full-scale scan of the front to ensure that no potential dangers were missed. At the same time, he also maintained close contact with Sun Wukong and Krillin through the built-in communication system, sharing each other's location information and intelligence.