Wanjie: Only I Time Travel Comprehensive Comic

"Dear audience, the moment that the world is watching has finally arrived! Welcome to the final battle of the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament!"

"Who will win the title of the best in the world and the doubled prize money of 100 million Sony? It will go to contestant Du Ming or contestant Sun Wukong. The most anticipated competition of this century is finally about to begin!"

The host stood in the center of the arena, holding the microphone, surrounded by a boiling crowd and densely packed cameras. The heated atmosphere of the martial arts conference had reached its climax.

The host raised his hand high, and his voice was loud and passionate, shaking the eardrums of the audience in the live audience seats and the audience in front of the TV.

In the audience, Bulma frowned and put down her phone.

"Bulma, what's wrong?" Wu Long glanced at her and asked curiously.

"It seems that Mitsuha's phone is out of battery and turned off."

"Haha, it's Sanye. It really looks like Sanye." Wu Long chuckled, "She must have been daydreaming while watching the live broadcast of the game and forgot to charge her phone."

"Oh, really. I wanted to video chat with you to cheer Du Ming on." Bulma sighed.

“Oh~~~!!”

The whole audience erupted in deafening cheers. Seeing that the audience was getting more enthusiastic, the host waved his hand and continued:

“The 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament will have 244 masters from all over the world participating. After the preliminaries, only eight have passed the preliminary rounds.

"After a regrettable and cruel elimination, there are only two contestants left for the finals! They are Du Ming and Sun Wukong!!"

Backstage of the ring.

Du Ming and Wukong walked forward from two parallel passages. They looked at each other and their fighting spirit doubled.

"Du Ming, this day has finally come." Wukong's face was filled with intense excitement. This was the excitement he could not help but feel when he faced an opponent stronger than himself. He could not help but feel excited and happy physically.

"Yes." Du Ming's mouth corners slightly raised, and his body was also excited.

The first time I came to the Dragon Ball world was in the 745th year of the Dragon Ball Era, and now it is the 753rd year of the Era.

Of course, judging by the time he actually experienced, it was far less than that.

The first time, he had not yet started learning martial arts.

And now, the Goku standing in front of him has already learned his flying skills, Eight Gates Ninjutsu, teleportation and other moves, and has become a super-enhanced version of Goku who has trained with him under Popo for a year.

And such a Goku is still slightly lower than him in terms of apparent strength.

"Let's go. Don't get too excited and hurt the audience by mistake." Du Ming smiled faintly, "Bulma and the others are still in the audience."

"Hehe, I'll be careful." Wukong stared at Du Ming, not hiding the excitement on the corners of his mouth at all, and it was unknown how much he heard.

The host said loudly: "Today, standing on the ring are two of the strongest martial artists in the world! One is the invincible god of war who swept the preliminaries and the knockout rounds, with a speed that even the cameras could hardly see. He is the super star from the martial arts world - Du Ming!"

Du Ming took a step forward and stood on the stage, his breathing becoming calmer.

Temple of Heaven.

"Lord God! The final between Wukong and Du Ming is about to begin, do you want to watch it?" Standing on the edge of the Temple of God, Bobo shouted loudly.

“Ahem, ahem, no need, Popo, I can sense… the aura of Lord Piccolo, I need to prepare well…”

"Oh." Bobo scratched his head and watched the final between Du Ming and the other player with interest again.

"And the other one is a strong man we are very familiar with! In the last competition, he amazed the world with his powerful strength and won the runner-up! Now, three years have passed, and his strength has reached a new level. The combination of talent and hard work has brought him all the way here! That's right! He is the unrivaled fighting beast - Sun Wukong!"

At a martial arts tournament on TV, the camera cuts to Sun Wukong, who is standing on the side of the ring with a bright look in his eyes, and the audience is cheering for his appearance.

Wukong waved to the audience with his signature confident smile, then immediately stared at Du Ming.

"Oh? These are the two contestants in the finals?" In Xidu, Old Piccolo, who had destroyed the villa and returned to the spaceship, looked at Du Ming and Sun Wukong who appeared on the screen without changing his expression.

"It's the damned Son Goku! And Bulma's husband who's just as damned!" Pilaf was anxious and angry when he saw Goku. "Your Excellency Demon King, this damned Son Goku always did bad things in the past. He snatched the Dragon Balls from us several times. This shameless bastard will definitely come to snatch the Dragon Balls from Your Excellency Demon King this time!"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Sun Wukong has always been such a jerk! He is the worst villain in the world!"

"Take the Dragon Ball from me." Old Piccolo sneered, "I think I heard a very funny joke."

“Ha, hahaha… Your Excellency the Demon King is right, that’s right…”

but.

Old Piccolo originally wanted to kill time by watching the martial arts competition, and wait for Danbalin to go to the martial arts competition. If he could watch Danbalin slaughter all the martial artists on the scene on TV, it would be a bit fun.

Pilaf's words made him a little interested in the two players in the final.

"We can see how strong these two are and how many rounds they can last against me." Old Piccolo laughed.

Budo Temple.

The host's voice became louder and louder.

“Who will be the world’s number one?

"The finals of the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament is about to begin, are you all ready?

"Well, everyone!

"Let us welcome this epic duel with the loudest cheers - Du Ming! Versus! Sun Wukong!"

Cheers swept through the venue like a tsunami, countless flags were waving, and the camera captured every excited face.

Old Piccolo supported himself on the armrest with one hand, his whole body relaxed, and said with interest, "Before Danbalin kills you, you should perform more monkey tricks for me."

"start!!!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, the battle cry swept the world.

However, the game has not really started yet.

Du Ming and Wukong looked at each other, waiting for the host to speak while walking down the stage.

Until then.

"Eight Gates of Ninjutsu - the eighth gate, the Death Gate, open!" the two shouted at the same time.

With a loud bang, the ground suddenly cracked and violent air waves spread out like a storm.

Du Ming and Wukong's bodies were simultaneously wrapped in a fiery red light, their muscles expanded, their blood vessels bulged, and the surging energy made the air tremble.

"What a...such a strong wind..." Krillin, who was very close, used his back foot to push against the wind to reduce its force.

Master Roshi on the side had already put on his hat. When the gust of wind came over, he quickly held down his hat and lowered his head.

The next moment he raised his head and suddenly exclaimed "Huh?" in surprise.

The two men had not yet made a move, but the tiles on the ring began to break into pieces. It was no longer able to withstand the terrifying power released by the two men.

"Du Ming, here he comes!" Wukong's figure flashed and disappeared in an instant. At the same time, Du Ming suddenly stepped on the ground and rushed forward.

boom--!

The two men's fists collided in mid-air, and the huge shock wave swept across the entire field like a hurricane.

The ring couldn't withstand the force of such a collision and instantly exploded into pieces, with dust flying all over the sky and gravel flying around like raindrops, causing the audience to exclaim in surprise.

"Come again!" The only sound on the ring was Wukong's roar. His figure turned into dozens of afterimages and suddenly appeared behind Du Ming, raising his leg and sweeping straight forward.

"boom--!"

The explosion of the impact resounded throughout the sky, and the ground around the audience seats was also shaking.

When the smoke and dust dispersed a little, the host suddenly glanced at the stage and suddenly lost his voice.

“It’s ruined again!!”

The ring was reduced to ruins in the space of one fight between the two men.

The arena that had just been filled is gone again!

Du Ming! It's you again!!