Year 750, the 21st Martial Arts Conference was held on May 7th. There were 137 participants. The Five-Year World's First Martial Arts Conference had officially begun. The winner would receive a prize of 500,000 Soni. The conference was funded by an unknown rich person and organized by the Martial Arts Temple. It was slightly famous around the world.
"The competition is about to begin.”
Zuo Hao reluctantly walked into the arena as he listened to the monks of the Martial Arts Temple shouting through the loudspeaker. This year's elimination match was a one-on-one arena match. In order to ensure time, the time limit was only one minute, which was considered very strict.
The hundred over people listened to the old monk's explanation. Most of them were training themselves to prepare for the upcoming battle.
These people were bearmen in white karate suits, Muay Thai fighters, old men in traditional Chinese clothes, Qing Dynasty braids, Shaolin monks, Indian A'san... There were all kinds of people, but there was no combination of hedgehog heads and bald heads.
Now, he could confirm that it was the early stage of the Dragon Ball storyline, but he did not know how much time it had been brought forward. He was looking forward to the arrival of Sun Wukong, because he knew that the Saiyan's enemy, Frisa, the Emperor of the Universe, was not so easy to deal with.
He was not afraid of death, but he had a family. If he couldn't kill him, Earth would definitely be avenged, which would be the same as Planet Vegeta, turning into cosmic dust.
What poor Zuo Hao didn't know was that Sun Wukong and Ku Lin had just finished their cultivation. Turtle Hermit had prepared suits and hats for his two disciples, and Turtle Hermit had even registered them in advance.
Who was Turtle Hermit? Martial Dao Immortal! It was probably one of the important reasons why the World's Number One Martial Arts Conference became the top competition in the later stages. He went through the back door, leaving Zuo Hao alone.
At this time, Sun Wukong and Ku Lin were also catching up with Bu Ma and the others outside the arena. This backdoor was really not allowed.
When the elimination round began, Sun Wukong and the others changed their clothes and entered the arena. The convention was simple and crude. There were a total of eight arenas, and only one winner was left in each arena to determine the top eight.
Just as Zuo Hao finished off the first enemy, a figure flew past. Zuo Hao frowned and gently stopped the person. After spinning the person countless times, he passed the unconscious Shaolin Temple outfit to the rescue team.
"What great power! Looks like he underestimated…Hungry…I take it back.”
Looking at the two children running over, Zuo Hao revealed a charming smile. The leader had a hedgehog head. He was very cute and had a silly look on his face. He was wearing a red tight-fitting suit with the word "turtle" carved on his heart.
The person behind him was bald and had a monk scar. His nose was so small that it was negligible, but it was not that ugly. Instead, it was a little strange and funny. They were Sun Wukong and Ku Lin.
Suddenly, Ku Lin pulled Wu Kong back and whispered,"
"Wukong, look at this guy's sinister smile. One look and you can tell that he's not a good person. Let's forget about the apology!”
Zuo Hao's smile froze and he cursed in his heart. You're the one who's sinister. Your entire family is sinister. Moreover, since you're secretly saying it, can't you speak in a lower voice?
"But we were the ones who brought him trouble in the first place. And you used too much strength. If he dies, you will lose the rules of the competition. You should thank him. Thank you!"
Looking at the cute Sun Wukong bowing politely, he subconsciously wanted to touch it, but he was pulled to the side by Ku Lin and carefully protected himself.
"Don't be afraid, Sun Wukong. Let's be friends.”
……
At the same time, somewhere in the universe, the last Saiyan group under the name of the real estate company Frissa was occupying a beautiful planet.
The three-person team had a clear division of labor. As the Saiyan prince, Vegeta sat on a crab-like alien. Puzzled, she pulled out the other party's large pincers and tried to bite it. She immediately felt disgusted and wanted to vomit.
"I hate bugs!"
Raditz, who was starting a fire to dispose of some corpses, turned around and said helplessly,"
"Lord Vegeta, please bear with it for a while. The food will be ready soon.”
At this moment, Nabar, who was covered in blood, flew over and ate the half-cooked crab without disdain.
"Sigh, these little things are really good at hiding. It's so troublesome. Lord Vegeta, can you come and help... Er... Raditz..."
Vegeta gave Nabar a clever look and immediately shut her mouth and turned to look at Raditz, but Raditz pouted and said,"
"I'm the busiest. Not only do I have to clean up the corpses, but I also have to solve the food problem for Lord Vegeta and you…"
The three teenagers were discussing naively in the ruins filled with corpses. It was na?ve and terrifying.
Vegeta was in charge of dealing with the high-end combat forces on the planet, Nabar was in charge of dealing with the rest of the population, and Raditz was in charge of dealing with the aftermath. Otherwise, if the planet was not beautiful, it would not be easy to sell.
"Raditz, I remember that you have a younger brother!”
Vegeta suddenly spoke up, and Raditz was stunned. He thought for a moment before nodding, and then said disdainfully,
"He's just a low-level warrior, and his combat power was only 3 when he was born. Therefore, when he was born, he was sent to a worthless planet.”
"Haha, a low-level warrior is still a low-level warrior. It's useless to ask him to come. Don't count on him.”
After saying that, Nabar flew away. His workload was still very heavy. Vegeta didn't speak for a long time after listening. Finally, she said,"
"Forget it, let's wait until he grows up. By the way, what planet did he go to?”
"Oh, let me check…It seems to be called Earth…"
……
Back to the moment Zuo Hao said that he wanted to be friends, his expression instantly twisted. Then, he ran to his own arena and dealt with the remaining two people with lightning speed. He told the monk of the Martial Arts Temple that he had something urgent to do and ran away.
They left behind a group of people who looked at each other. While the monks were discussing Zuo Hao's qualification, Turtle Hermit, who had transformed into a dragon, walked out. The monks looked at him. He was a friend of a Martial Dao Immortal! No problem! Congratulations to Zuo Hao for advancing to the top eight!
Zuo Hao, on the other hand, was suffering. He had been used to the feeling of being repelled by spiritual energy for the past ten years. However, after talking to Sun Wukong, the rejection of spiritual energy actually relaxed a little. Although it was only a little, it was a small disaster in the Dragon Ball World where spiritual energy was pressing.
The spiritual energy was rapidly converted, and the zhenqi was constantly circulating, strengthening his flesh, blood, bones, and muscles. In the end, he had no choice but to choose to break through.
Zuo Hao was nearly 1.8 meters tall. He liked to wear black tights, which showed off his muscular body vividly. He did not look like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old at all.
The human body would only be considered fully grown at the age of 15. If one trained excessively in the early stages, it was easy for them to become deformed or have other problems, which would greatly affect their later cultivation. Otherwise, Zuo Hao's strength would not be limited to this. Moreover, he valued the foundation very much.
Take Ku Lin and Sun Wukong for example. If Sun Wukong did not have the help of God, he would probably be like Ku Lin, only able to reach that height in his entire life. He even seriously suspected that this was the reason for the abnormality of Withered Forest's nose.
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