Super Grandmaster of Dragonball

　　 Satan City.

　　Cafés, restaurants, large shopping malls, even parks, and children’s playgrounds all showed up on this day, one old and one young, the old man dressed in white tunic suits, and the young man covered his face with sunglasses.

　　 For the rest of the day, Sun Wusheng never asked Sun Wuben to speak up.

　　 Instead, he took Sun Wuben to play in Satan City as a landlord, and did not even return to the dojo at night, but booked a room in a five-star hotel.

　　 For Sun Wuben, practice is very urgent, but compared to family affection, especially thinking of playing with grandpa is rare, naturally, it can’t be disappointed.

　　 Early the next morning.

　　 Fighting technique on the 18th.

"Hey!"

"what!"

　　 A dozen teenagers, and Mark was practicing spiritually in sweat, walking side by side with an old and a young person outside the door.

　　 "It's Monkey King!"

　　 "Sun Wuben is back!"

　　 When the apprentices and Mark saw the boy, their eyes lit up, but when they saw the flat-headed old man next to the boy, his expression was a bit bitter, and he didn't dare to be lazy in his practice.

　　 "Okay, stop it!"

　　 "Yes, Master!" The apprentices were overjoyed and stopped their practice.

"Master, early, by the way, Mr. Sun Wuben, I heard that you are a singer? North is a famous singer?" "Sun Wuben, listen to Mark, you may be the singer of the North Capital, Sun Wuben, right? ?" Some apprentices couldn't wait to ask.

Mark jumped to the Sun Wu himself: "Hahaha, I forgot yesterday, you are the **** of song, haha, I really like listening to your songs, but the record was taken away by the master. By the way, Sun Wuben, Don't say that you are not that singer, I think you look very much like him."

"Humph!"

　　 Sun Wusheng snorted coldly, and the buzzing noise suddenly fell silent.

　　 "Mark, you fought with Goben." Monkey King said lightly.

"what?"

　　 Mark was taken aback, looked at Monkey King, then at Monkey King, and pointed at Monkey King: "Master, you mean I will fight against him?"

"Yes, I told you a long time ago that Goben's understanding of practice can throw you a hundred blocks away. Go and fight with him. As long as you can survive ten moves in Goben's hands, your practice will be in the future. I don't care if you want to listen to or sing." Sun Wusheng said lightly.

　　 Mark blinked, only then did he understand that it seemed that the master was not joking.

　　 "Master, would you let Brother Mark and Mr. Sun Wuben? I heard that Mr. Sun Wuben is the capital of the North..." The waking boy asked in a low voice yesterday.

　　 Sun Wu Sheng smiled, and faintly glanced at the disciple with the highest potential besides Mark, "Do you still want to be more knowledgeable with him?"

　　 "Where, I'm just curious, Mr. Sun Wuben is studying in school, he should be very busy, and there is no time for spiritual practice." The boy Piwa smiled.

　　 "This is indeed true. Wuben does not have much time to practice, but he does not practice like you, and he is a fool." Sun Wusheng said lightly and glanced at Mark, "Mark, what are you still doing?"

　　 "Master!" Mark recovered now.

"The disciple is very happy. It's just that the disciple has a strong boxing force and is not at home in practice. But a scholar like Mr. Sun Wuben is thin and weak at first sight. The disciple is afraid of a miss, and if he is hardened, it will not be good to hurt him. Now," Mark said.

　　 Monkey King lowered his eyelids.

　　 "If you can hurt, then you will be a teacher. As a teacher, you can also let you be the owner of this venue. Go ahead, stop talking nonsense, um, Gomoto, you also stand in the middle."

　　 "Okay, Grandpa." Sun Wuben walked to the center of the hall, and stood there loosely covered in flaws.

　　 Mark smiled at first sight, and the apprentices all around also smiled.

　　 "Master, you can see that he has no one hundred and ninety flaws all over his body. I don't think he is busy competing with each other. Let's take a test first." Mark haha ​​laughed.

　　 "Test?"

　　 Sun Wusheng raised his eyelids: "Never mind, how do you want to test?"

"I want to try Mr. Sun Wuben's skill level." Mark Haha laughed, and pointed to the pile of tiles piled up in the corner of the hall. "Mr. Sun Wuben, I can split ten stacked tiles with one blow, you Don’t be surprised. There are not many that can do this step in this world. The test I am asking for now is also to split tiles. See if you can split a few pieces, I hope it won’t be less than six."

　　 It's tile splitting again? Sun Wuben blinked his eyelids, feeling the blue veins in the corners of his eyes twitching badly.

　　 "Grandpa, do you all use split tiles for testing here?" Monkey King asked.

Sun Wusheng smiled bitterly: "You think it's easy for anyone to get money like you. I can't afford a boxing machine here. I don't have a boxing machine as a tool for power calculation. I have to make some broken tiles to make up the number. Anyway, this thing is easy to get. I underestimated these tiles. Although they look thin, they are very hard. They are much harder to split than wooden boards of the same thickness."

　　 "I still know the hardness of the tiles." Monkey King laughed. The tiles that everyone used for the test were glazed tiles with a high thickness, and it wasn't that anyone could split a piece.

　　 "Mr. Monkey King, I'm going to move tiles, how about taking ten yuan first?" an apprentice shouted.

"Ska, there is no need to move. I will go outside and come by myself. Also, you guys will come out too. I will chop outside to save trouble." Sun Wuben smiled at Ska and walked out of the hall. Everyone followed. come out.

There is a pile of tiles piled up in the corner of the eaves outside the hall. It is a full meter high and nearly two meters long.

　　 "Mr. Monkey King, do you want me to help you build the tiles?"

　　 "No, you all stand up a bit." Sun Wuben walked to the pile of tiles and raised his hand, "Put your eyes on the bright spots, I'm going to chop."

"what?"

Everyone was shocked, and even Saint Sun Wu was stunned. The pile of tiles was close to 200 yuan, stacked in six stacks, and each stack had more than 30 tiles. Could it be that Sun Wu originally smashed the 30-odd tiles directly. under?

　　 "Gomoto, you just chop like this?"

　　 "Is this not enough?"

　　 "It's okay." Sun Wu Sheng frowned, so he split at a hundred tiles. It's not impossible, but because the tiles are stacked against the wall, there is no space for the hand splitting movement and it is not easy to exert force.

　　 "It's just that you are like this, I'm afraid that you won't be able to use 80% of your power." Sun Wusheng said.

　　 "Enough, 80% is completely enough." Monkey King said, his hand suddenly dropped.

　　 "Bang!" With a loud noise, I saw that the edge of Sun Wuben's palm was like a sharp steel knife, and everything went straight down, opening the whole tile from top to bottom.

　　 "Wow!"

　　 This pile of tiles fell to the sides, and every piece of tile that was split can be seen, and the fracture is clean and neat.

　　 "Split?"

　　 "All...Is it all split?"

　　 "From the top, at least, the whole is split, no...no one is missing?" A pair of eyes rounded around, including Mark, and even Sun Wusheng.

"This shingle is nearly thirty pieces, and it's still placed against the wall. The arm that splits the tile can't be stretched, and the force used is even smaller, but from top to bottom, it splits all in one blow, and there is no one. It’s so easy. If there are two dollars below the dozen, can you split it at once, right?"

　　While the martial arts school often talks about the limits of human body stamina, and that you can have power beyond the limits of the human body by breaking through the door, it still belongs to the power of humans, but what Sun Wu has shown at this moment is no longer the power that humans can have.

　　 "I haven't woken up from the dream I had yesterday?" Sun Wusheng lowered his eyelids, his hands behind his back, and seemed calm, but the hands in the sleeves trembled slightly.

　　 "Hahahaha!"

　　 There was a sudden burst of laughter, and Mark opened his hippo-like mouth and laughed.

　　 "Brother Mark, this...this Mr. Sun Wuben...well...so amazing!" The tile-cutting boy next to him hesitated.

　　 "Brother Mark, you...what are you laughing at?" Naska murmured.

　　 "Juggling!" Mark laughed loudly, "It's all juggling, this is juggling! Juggling, do you understand it!"

　　 The apprentices are stunned, trick? Is it a trick? The pile of tiles was really cut open. Several apprentices walked forward in a daze and looked at the broken tiles. Obviously it was not a blind trick. These tiles were really disconnected.

Sun Wuben was also dumbfounded, and then his face turned weird. In the Dragon Ball world, facing the z-warrior's power beyond humans, Mr. Satan said every time it was a trick, and the entire earth world, except for a few, also recognized that those were tricks. .

　　 Once, twice, three times, four times, almost every time.

It seems absurd, it is not absurd to think about it carefully. After all, that kind of ability is against the laws of science and against the mainstream values, and there is really that kind of ability. There are only a few people on the whole earth, the z-warriors. In addition, the humans on the earth have been killed again and again, and the z-warriors have gathered the dragon **** again and again, summoning the dragon to make a wish and let them come alive.

　　 These inexplicable things also numb the entire human race on Earth.

Moreover, the potential of the main body of the earth’s martial arts school, compared with the z-warriors, is like a mouse and an elephant, and the heart is jealous, even if the heart understands that it cannot be a trick, after all, if a trick is so powerful, it should be a fairy. And magic, can also say that it is a trick.

　　 "In a twinkling of an eye, I also got the same treatment."

　　 Monkey King was amused when he watched Dragon Ball. How could those people be so stupid, but this time he couldn't help feeling that he also had the ability to be considered a trick.

"Whether it is a trick or not, Wuben has already demonstrated his power." Sun Wusheng said in a deep voice at this time, "Mark, it's your turn to fight with Wuben, or the previous sentence, if you can be in his hands. After ten strokes, Master will ignore you. If you can win, this dojo is yours."

"Hahahaha!" Mark grinned and let out a laugh that could shake the roof tiles. He turned around and strode towards the hall, "Come on, let's all enter the house, fellow students, all of you are recruiting bright spots, take a closer look," See how Mark breaks his tricks, hahahahaha! The tricks are all tricks! Hahaha..."

　　 In the room, everyone stood up, and all of them looked at the two people standing in the middle of the hall with their eyes wide open.

　　 "The tricks are fake, Brother Mark will definitely win!"

　　 "Is it a trick? It's just a pretense. It's nothing more than bluffing people at ordinary times. Really fight, huh!"

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