Wuji, who had used up a lot of his Genuine Qi to cast Flowing Cloud Sleeves, sat cross-legged on the ground to recover his Genuine Qi and waited for the last master to appear. An old man wearing a yellow Daoist robe with flower spots, a hunchback, a cat-shaped mask, and a golden halo came to the ring. Wuji, who was familiar with the plot, knew that the man in front of him was Sun Wufan, his grandfather who had been trampled to death by Wukong, who had turned into a big ape. He was the most outstanding martialist under the tutelage of Turtle Hermit. Sensing the aura emanating from Sun Wufan, he could not help but nod. He could finally use his full strength to fight against it.
Limitless also released an astonishing aura to resist. An invisible force blew away the shattered stones on the stage. The power was so great that the spectators held their heads to block.
" How can this little guy have such a strong aura? Could it be... that this is his true strength?" Sun Wufan whispered in shock.
" Wuji is really amazing. I haven't seen him for just over a year, but his power has improved so much," Turtle Hermit sighed.
Sun Wufan raised his momentum to the extreme and took the lead to attack his opponent. His speed was not only fast, but his strength was also very heavy. A strong fist wind blew against his face. Wuji, who was good at defending, immediately used the 'discharge' character of Taiji Fist. Through the movement of his body, he unloaded the force onto the arena, leaving a footprint that was as deep as an inch. Wuji calmed down and drew a circle with both hands, taking every move and calmly responding.
As time went on, Sun Wufan's movements would inevitably go out of shape and reveal an opening. Wuji would not miss such an opportunity. His soft palm repeatedly danced and imprinted on the opponent's abdominal acupuncture points. He frowned slightly and used Sun Wufan's strength to fly out. He stood on the ring and watched him.
" The energy gathered around his body is too strong, and the genuine Qi can't invade his acupoints. This is the first time that this kind of situation has happened to the ever-successful Soft Palm. Sun Wufan is indeed good at it," Wuji said secretly.
Turning his palm into a fist, he gathered his true energy and poured it into his fists to perform another martial art of his sect, the Taiji Collapse. He stepped forward with exquisite steps to attack Sun Wufan. Even with his powerful strength, he was forced back several steps by Wuji's Crushing Fist. Every time he was hit, it was as if he was bombarded by a cannon. He had no choice but to increase his speed to the limit and dodge.
Sun Wufan's footsteps moved back slightly, and then his figure flashed quickly. Suddenly, the figure split into three. The three figures ran quickly from different positions on the ring to attack Wuji. They left as soon as they touched the ring. Wuji seemed to be fighting with three people, which made him flustered for a moment. He had no choice but to use the Lightness Skill Cloud Ladder to dodge out.
Three figures followed closely behind and leaped into the air. Wuji, who had no leverage in the air, was blasted onto the arena after only a few moves. The gravel flew everywhere, leaving a human mark. Wuji slowly got up and patted the dust off his body. He took out a mirror from somewhere and looked at himself. He took a deep breath and said,"Fortunately, my hair is not messy."
Hearing this, everyone was stunned to the ground." How badly injured is he? He still cares about his hairstyle. I really don't understand him."
He took a few deep breaths and practiced Taiji Fist on the spot. Genuine Qi erupted from his acupoints and spread all over his body, dancing with the airflow around him to form a Gang Qi cyclone. Sun Wufan repeated the same trick and attacked with multiple afterimages. Unexpectedly, the afterimages were sent flying away as soon as they came into contact with the cyclone, and the same happened to his body. The experienced Sun Wufan jumped back a certain distance continuously, moved his center of gravity down, and put his palms together to the right side of his abdomen to perform Turtle Hermit's famous skill, Turtle Qigong.
The powerful Sun Wufan's Qigong Wave was extremely powerful. The white light column carried a huge roar and attacked Wuji. Wuji repeatedly waved his palms and shot out several true qi to block the attack of the Qigong Wave. He stepped forward with exquisite steps to reduce the force and continuously retreat. When he sensed that the Qigong Wave was not so strong, he suddenly raised his qi and turned it straight into the air.
"How is this possible? The powerful Qi Wave I released was broken just like that?”Sun Wufan said in shock,
Wuji didn't stay idle. He walked in front of Sun Wufan with exquisite steps that seemed slow but were actually fast. He pulled Sun Wufan into the Gang Qi cyclone with a loosen of his grip. Wuji wouldn't let go of such an opportunity to dance wildly with him. He floated around Wuji, moving up and down, left and right. As the speed of his body dance increased, Sun Wufan floated in the air and kept spinning. The mask on his face had long been torn into pieces by the invisible true energy, and the clothes on his body had also become a beggar's outfit.
"That's…Grandpa, stop it! "Wuji, he's my grandfather!" Wukong recognized his grandfather and shouted loudly. He was afraid that Wuji would hurt his grandfather and quickly went forward to stop him. He never thought that Wukong would also be brought into the Gang Qi cyclone condensed by Wuji. The grandfather and grandson moved passively with Wuji's dance. They slowly withdrew their martial arts and dispersed the Gang Qi cyclone. Only then did the grandfather and grandson fall onto the ring. Their bodies kept twitching and their eyes kept rolling.
After a long while, he stood up unsteadily. I admit defeat. Ugh..."
The grandfather and grandson were very happy to meet again. They told each other about their experiences. They told their grandfather about Wukong being a disciple of Turtle Hermit and Wuji. Sun Wufan was convinced of Wuji's strength.
Grandma Divination fulfilled her promise and divined the location of the last Dragon Ball for Wukong. From the crystal ball, she saw the three of them riding on a spider-like robot holding the Dragon Ball and running forward. Wuji, who had recovered some true qi, jumped onto Wukong's Somersault Cloud and grabbed Wukong's hair to ride on him to find the Dragon Ball.
Wuji, who was almost blown to death last time, had been thinking about the three of them. When he found the three of them, he would definitely give them a good beating. As compensation for Wuji's injury, Chowder willingly handed over the all-purpose capsules in his hand. Wuji was kind enough to choose a few and return the rest to him. On the other hand, Wukong was like a bandit. Not only did he take away their Dragon Balls, but he also robbed the dog servant's clothes. The dog servant's reply was even more resolute. He even welcomed them to rob him next time. Wuji didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Wuji's destination was to go to the Holy Land of Calita to cultivate. Coincidentally, Wukong was going to the Holy Land to revive Upa's father. He returned to the place where Grandma Divination lived to bid farewell to everyone and agreed to meet up at the next World's Best Martial Arts Competition.
"Wait a moment, you two!" shouted Turtle Hermit.
"What's the matter? "Uncle Master (Grandpa Turtle Hermit)," the two of them asked.
" In recent years, as the number of participants has increased, the number one martial arts competition in the world has changed from being held once every five years to three years. In other words, there's only one and a half years left before the martial arts competition in the lower realm. You guys have to remember the time when you go out to cultivate. Don't miss it. Wukong, come back here after reviving Wupa's father. I have something to tell you."
" Got it."
Wukong grimaced as he carried Wuji to the Holy Land of Kelita. When he saw the Holy Land's symbol, the Sky Pillar, Wuji asked to get off the car." Wuji, we're almost at the Holy Land. Why are we stopping here?"”Wukong asked,
" The aura here isn't bad. It's suitable for healing. Besides, I should at least prepare some gifts for the immortals up there."
"It's like this, up to you! "I'm leaving," Wukong said.
Wuji's continuous battles consumed a lot of genuine Qi. He jumped onto the tree to meditate and practice with his five hearts facing the sky. After a while, the sky became extremely dark and thunder resounded in the sky, scaring away countless birds and animals. Even Wuji, who was thousands of miles away, could clearly feel the momentum. Wukong summoned the dragon to resurrect Upa's father and took the four planets left by his grandfather the moment the dragon ball flew out. Wukong returned to the residence of Grandma Divination.
With the help of Buma, Yeaktea, who wanted to become stronger, successfully became the disciple of Turtle Hermit. When Goku came back, he wanted to continue cultivating with him but was sternly rejected. Turtle Hermit taught Goku to learn Wuji and travel around the world to cultivate himself. Turtle Hermit repeatedly told Goku not to forget the time of the next Martial Arts Competition.
Wukong bid farewell to everyone and left on foot. A new cultivation was about to begin.
Grandma Divination looked up at the sky." The future of Earth depends on you! Wuji, Wukong.
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