Wanjie: Only I Time Travel Comprehensive Comic

The World Martial Arts Tournament is an important event on Babaias Island, but it is not the only event.

Babaia Island is in the busiest season of the year and the most suitable season for entertainment. The whole island is filled with a lively and bustling atmosphere.

The soft sandy beach is white and delicate.

The beach is dotted with colorful parasols and bamboo stalls. Tourists are enjoying a rare holiday under the sun, and the sounds of beach volleyball and the noisy laughter of little kids can be heard one after another.

For these little brats, holidays are the most important thing, not the fighting between warriors.

Not all are interested.

Du Ming stood on the roof, wearing an outfit that was perfect for playing on the beach.

An open blue floral shirt is casually worn over a loose white sleeveless vest, embellished with a white coconut tree pattern from Babaia Island. The shirt sways slightly in the wind, and a few tropical green leaves can be seen here and there.

Beneath it are wide, quick-drying beach shorts with the same blue base. The wave prints on the trouser legs extend onto the shirt, giving it a layered look.

On his feet, the dark brown slippers touched the tip of the building, without causing any discomfort to Du Ming.

Look far to the left and right.

Budo Temple is just like a dividing line.

Not far to the right is the beach coast, and to the left are modern high-rise buildings and orderly traffic.

Du Ming looked down, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

It's not anything else, it's mainly to let people who occasionally notice me see my clothes.

"Hehe, I need to let more people see this outfit that Sanye's wife bought for me, hehe~~"

Du Ming laughed proudly again and again.

The clothes he was wearing were bought for him by Sanye at the mall when he left Xidu, and she changed them for him piece by piece herself.

Du Ming's purpose of standing here is not to show off himself, but to show off the clothes that Sanye's wife bought for him.

However, he accidentally discovered something interesting.

The reactions of the ordinary people, tourists, and warriors below to his standing there were a bit "indifferent".

"Imitating the state of Bobo's Qi, making my own Qi as calm as the sky, even other people's perception of me will change... huh..."

In the Temple of Heaven, what Du Ming was most interested in about Bobo was Bobo's skills in the original plot.

The Qi is as calm as if it were without a mind, and it senses nothing.

As quiet as the sky, and faster than lightning.

During the time playing against Bobo, Du Ming was most interested in this and spent the longest time studying it.

After a long time, Bobo thought that Du Ming had learned a lot, but Du Ming was still learning. Even Bobo was amazed at Du Ming's eagerness to learn.

But Du Ming still felt that it was not enough.

He believes that Professor Popo's fighting method has a certain connection with the very powerful Ultra Instinct in the later period of Dragon Ball.

The fighting method taught by Bobo emphasizes the body's instincts.

To make your own Qi disappear, do not judge by the direction of your opponent's Qi. Instead, use your own body to feel your opponent, let your body instinctively avoid the attack, and let your body move on its own to attack your opponent.

The same is true for the Ultra Instinct.

Ultra Instinct emphasizes indulging one's body, allowing every part of the body to make independent judgments and fight.

The logic of the two can be said to be similar.

It is even possible that they are of the same lineage.

"My fighting instinct is still not as good as Goku~~"

Du Ming shook his head slightly.

Whether it's Popo's unintentional fighting skill, or Whis's Ultra Instinct.

They all require a body that fights as if by instinct.

If you break it down, what is needed are enough and rich enough battles, a fighting instinct that goes beyond intuition, a physical intuition that goes beyond intuition... and so on.

In terms of combat experience, physique, and intuition, Wukong is far superior to Du Ming.

"After all, Goku is better than me at giving up thinking~~"

Du Ming complained.

But Du Ming actually knew very well that this kind of fighting skill was not as simple as giving up thinking.

Otherwise, in the original plot, Bobo would not have specifically said "It's not that I don't think about anything", but "I really don't care".

"Well, it's almost time to go on stage and show the opponent what a master is like."

Du Ming's figure flashed and disappeared from the roof. The next second, he walked into the venue of the preliminaries - the martial arts hall with a happy step.

The set of clothes that Sanye bought for Du Ming had been put into Du Ming's pocket.

What he is wearing now is the new gravity Kame-Sen-ryu uniform that Bulma recently gave him, which has a gravity multiplier of 4 times.

It is the same multiple as the Taoist robe that Goku is wearing now.

Similarly, the suppression of the body by this gravity suit is secondary; the suppression of qi is the most important and particularly obvious.

Any warrior who could control his own energy a little would be unable to move at all under this heavy pressure.

Even Du Ming and Wukong's strength was greatly affected by this restraint.

Not to mention others, if these two met Tien Shinhan or Sensei Muten, they might not be able to win given the restraints.

Du Ming was thinking about whether to go and say hello to his companions, when he saw Bulma's angry face from a distance.

Listening from afar, he was cursing: "Du Ming", "bastard", "You'll be in trouble" and so on.

Du Ming paused, turned naturally, and walked towards his own arena.

"Wait until the preliminaries are over, then let Bulma vent her anger on me."

Du Ming glanced at Arena No. 6 and sensed the aura of a familiar face in the crowd - Wu Long.

At the edge of the ring, Wu Long, who had turned into Du Ming, was looking around anxiously, holding a number plate in his hand, with sweat on his forehead.

There was already a large group of warriors and spectators gathered near the ring, so Wu Long would definitely not be able to find him.

Du Ming easily passed through the tight and impenetrable crowd, came behind Wu Long and tapped him on the shoulder.

"I don't want to go on the court!!" Wu Long trembled and wailed.

Wu Long thought it was his turn to play, but someone came over to urge him.

"It's me~~" Du Ming laughed.

Wu Long quickly turned his head and saw Du Ming, his expression relaxed.

"Yes, it's Du Ming! I thought it was my turn... ah, no... it's your turn."

puff~~

A burst of white smoke rose up, and the "Du Ming" in front of Du Ming turned back into the appearance of a pig.

"Haha, thanks. I'll treat you to a good meal later."

Du Ming smiled, glanced at the ring and asked, "What number am I?"

Wu Long glanced at the number plate on his body again, handed it to Du Ming, and said:

"Du Ming, you are contestant No. 69, but you are unlucky. Yamcha is in this group... Go up and ask Yamcha to let you lose a little more gracefully."

Wu Long had not seen Du Ming's strength, nor had he heard what Krillin and Yamcha had said before.

Du Ming glanced across the arena.

Just then, I saw Yamcha squeeze in from behind the crowd and stand on the stage.

Du Ming chuckled and said, "Well, it seems that Yamcha's luck is really not good."

Wu Long: “?”