"Boss, I noticed that Master Wu Tian secretly took my portable gravity bracelet out to cultivate every night. Is he afraid that we're too powerful and surpass him, making him lose face?”
After dinner, Clint whispered to Sun Wufei.
"What? Did Master Wu Tian cultivate too? No wonder I feel that his qi is much stronger!”Sun Wukong said in surprise.
"Anger? What is it?" Clint was stunned.
Right, Clint still did not know how to sense and control Qi.
Sun Wufei's eyes darted around. After thinking for a while, he explained the principle of Qi to Clint.
"I'll teach you how to control qi in the next few days so that you won't suffer losses in the world's number one martial arts competition.”
Sun Wufei said. He knew very well that no powerful figure would appear in the 21st World's Number One Martial Arts Conference.
That night, Turtle Hermit didn't steal Clint's portable gravity bracelet to cultivate as usual. It seemed that he didn't want Sun Wufei and his brother to look down on him.
In the next few days, Sun Wufei taught Clint the control of Qi and the Air Dance Technique.
Clint's aptitude had already been greatly improved by Sun Wufei. He had reached the sky blue level, which was much higher than ordinary Earthlings. It was not difficult for him to comprehend Qi.
As for Sun Wufei and Sun Wukong, they had been activating their portable gravity wristbands for the past few days, trying their best to adapt to the higher gravity.
Finally, on the day before the First Martial Arts Conference, they had completely adapted to the tenfold gravity!
This was also the limit of the portable gravity bracelet.
If the gravity was to be increased again, it would have to be done in the gravity room.
Sun Wufei and the others flew to the city where the world's number one martial arts conference was held under Turtle Hermit's guidance.
A sea of people!
In addition to the national martial arts masters who came to participate in the competition, there were also spectators.
After registration, the first thing to do was to enter the qualifiers.
One hundred and thirty-eight participants were divided into four groups according to the drawing lots. The two of them would fight each other, and the winner would advance.
Sun Wukong, Sun Wufei, and Clint were all assigned to different groups. Sun Wufei was in the first group, Sun Wukong in the second group, and Clint in the fourth group.
The first match was for Sun Wufei.
The opponent was a muscular man, but in Sun Wufei's eyes, he was pitifully weak. He was just a guy who looked strong on the outside but was weak on the inside.
In the number one martial arts convention in the world, there were all kinds of people. There were not many people who could really catch Sun Wufei's eye.
"Brat, you look like a little ant. How dare you participate in the competition? Be careful, I might accidentally step on you to death!”The muscular man squinted at Sun Wufei and shouted.
"This contestant, the competition forbids killing. If you kill your opponent, you will be eliminated.”The referee reminded.
"I know, I know. It's really troublesome. I have to be careful. Don't really trample this kid to death!”The muscular man muttered.
Sun Wufei rolled his eyes. This kind of idiot couldn't even see the difference in strength between the two sides. He really didn't have the slightest interest in competing.
Let's end this quickly.
"Can we start now?" Sun Wufei turned to look at the referee.
"Yes, that's enough." The referee nodded.
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Wufei's figure disappeared and appeared behind the muscular man. He pointed his finger at the crook of the muscular man's leg.
"Ah!"
The muscular man screamed and flew out of the ring, landing heavily on the floor.
"I said, can you announce the results now?”Sun Wufei looked at the dumbfounded referee and scratched his ear.
"Contestant, Contestant No. 13, wins.”
The referee stared blankly as Sun Wufei jumped down from the stage. He really couldn't believe his eyes.
How did this kid win?
Soon, Sun Wukong also entered the arena and defeated his opponent easily.
Clint was the only one who had yet to go up.
"I, can I win?" Clint was uncertain.
After all, he had only been training with weights for the past year and had basically not fought in real combat.
Although Sun Wufei had taught him to control qi, was strength really determined by qi?
"Don't worry, your strength is at the top among everyone. It's just the qualifiers, what's there to be nervous about!”Sun Wufei shrugged and comforted Clint.
At this moment.
"Yo! Isn't this Clint?"
Suddenly, a mocking voice came from the side. Sun Wufei and the others turned their heads and saw two monks in warrior monk robes walking over.
"It's really you, Clint! We haven't seen each other for more than a year since you left Duolin Temple crying, right?”
"You're also here to participate in the number one martial arts conference in the world?”
Clint suddenly became nervous, and there was fear in his eyes."Yes, I, I signed up."
"Clint, you really don't have a good memory! Have you forgotten my advice to you?"
"Come, let me see your number. Yo, you happen to be my opponent. What fate! Clint, I can play with you later, haha! Don't worry, I won't use too much force. Hahaha!”
The two of them laughed and walked away.
Sun Wufei looked at this scene and shook his head slightly. He did not expect Clint to still go against his senior brother. It was just that Clint had changed from a tall and thin senior brother to a fat senior brother.
"Clint, who are they? They're too much!”Sun Wukong glared at the two of them as they left and asked Clint.
"They are my senior brothers. They always bullied me when I was in Duolin Temple! It's over, I'm going to be beaten up again!" Clint's eyes were a little dull.
"They're just two small characters. What's so great about them? Clint, their aura is much weaker than yours!”
Sun Wufei patted Clint's shoulder." It's time to slap your face. Teach that guy a lesson. Let's see if he still dares to look down on you!”
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