Dragon Ball: I'm invincible with twelve talismans at the start!

Sun Wukong reminded him from the side, his eyes flashing with a beast-like instinct.

"His aura is very similar to his grandfather's; both are unfathomable."

"Do not worry."

Sun Wuxiu rubbed Wukong's head and turned to walk towards the arena.

At the same time, the old man with a full head of silver hair, dressed in a black Zhongshan suit, slowly walked onto the stage.

The two stood in the center of the ring, facing each other from ten meters apart.

"Young man, your kung fu is quite good. I noticed it during the preliminary rounds."

Jackie Chan stood with his hands behind his back, perfectly embodying the demeanor of a reclusive sage.

"However, in the path of martial arts, one must avoid being impatient and impetuous. Today, let this old man test your mettle."

Sun Wuxiu looked at the pretentious teacher in front of him and a helpless smile appeared on his lips.

He did not expose the other party's identity, but instead respectfully clasped his hands in a salute.

"Please enlighten me, senior."

"The match begins!" the sunglasses-wearing referee shouted, swinging his arm sharply.

"Shh!"

There was no violent collision as expected.

The two moved almost simultaneously, but their movements were not fast, and even seemed somewhat "slow" to the average viewer.

Jackie Chan unleashed a punch, aiming straight for the center.

Sun Wuxiu neither dodged nor evaded, but drew a circle with one hand, using an extremely gentle force to place it on Jackie Chan's wrist and gently guide it.

"Relieve the force?" Jackie Chan's eyes flashed, and he changed his move accordingly, turning his fist into a claw and grabbing at Sun Wuxiu's shoulder.

Sun Wuxiu's shoulders slumped slightly, his feet shifted, and he slipped away from the grab like an eel. At the same time, he slashed at Jackie Chan's ribs with a backhand chop.

"Good boy!"

Jackie Chan exclaimed in admiration and raised his knee to block.

"boom!"

A muffled thud.

The two parted ways immediately upon touching.

But this is just the beginning.

Over the next few minutes, the two engaged in a pure "technical" duel in the ring.

There were no earth-shattering energy waves, and no afterimages so fast they were invisible.

All that's involved is parrying, changing moves, blocking, and counterattacking.

Every punch and every kick embodies the essence of the Turtle Hermit School of martial arts.

"Is this... real martial arts?"

Yamcha, sitting in the audience, was stunned and sweating profusely.

"Every movement was perfectly timed, with not a single ounce of energy wasted... These two are monsters!"

On the arena.

Jackie Chan became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

His original plan was to use this match to find the flaws in Sun Wukong's moves, then point them out, and finally defeat him to make him realize that there are always people better than him.

but……

There are no flaws!

There's absolutely no flaw!

Sun Wuxiu's defense was like an impregnable fortress; no matter how tricky Jackie Chan's attack was, he could easily neutralize it.

Although Sun Wuxiu's counterattacks didn't seem to be using his full strength, each one targeted Jackie Chan's defensive blind spots, forcing him to retreat and defend.

"This kid's foundation... is actually this solid?"

A storm raged in Jackie Chan's heart.

"In just four years... not only have they learned all the moves, but they're almost catching up to me in terms of 'intention'?"

He originally thought he was holding back and giving the opponent a chance to make a move.

As the fight progressed, he realized that his opponent was also feeding him moves!

Sun Wuxiu was like a patient sparring partner, matching his rhythm and allowing him to fully display all the skills he had learned in his life.

"I've been underestimated..."

Jackie Chan gave a wry smile, then his eyes sharpened.

"Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being impolite! Myriad Kingdoms Shocking Palm!!"

Jackie Chan suddenly jumped back, clasped his hands together, and his aura surged. Blue electricity gathered in his palms, transforming into a huge electric net that enveloped Sun Wuxiu!

This is Master Roshi's signature technique, and also an extremely difficult control technique to defend against!

"So they actually forced this out?"

Klin, sitting in the audience, gasped in surprise.

However, faced with the overwhelming lightning, Sun Wuxiu simply shook his head.

"Teacher, this trick won't work on me."

He neither dodged nor countered with his own energy blasts.

Just as the electric grid was about to touch him.

"【Rabbit Talisman - Instant Movement】." (Am I really not going to use it? Hehe~ (￣▽￣～)~)

Sun Wuxiu's figure vanished into thin air.

It's not the kind of afterimage created by speed, but a true disappearance, like teleportation.

"What?!" Jackie Chan's pupils shrank sharply. Before he could react, a chill had already pressed against the back of his neck.

"I apologize, senior."

That was Sun Wuxiu's voice, calm and with a hint of apology.

"boom!"

With a swift and precise chop, he struck Jackie Chan's carotid artery in the back of his neck.

It didn't take much force, but the precise control over the human body structure allowed the strike to be extremely effective.

Jackie Chan felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, his energy dissipated instantly, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

The entire room fell silent.

one second.

two seconds.

"Jackie Chan... Jackie Chan is down!!" the referee shouted excitedly. "Countdown begins! 1! 2!... 10!!"

"The victor—Sun Wukong!!!"

Whoosh—!!!

The audience erupted in cheers.

That mysterious and powerful old man was actually killed in a single blow? Just how strong is this young man named Sun Wuxiu?!

Ignoring the cheers, Sun Wuxiu bent down and gently helped the unconscious Jackie Chan to the edge of the ring, handing him over to the staff.

"Get some rest, teacher."

He watched the old man being carried away and silently said to himself.

"Your era will end with me. And the future will begin with me."

Chapter 19 Brothers' Showdown

The second semi-final match was equally exciting, but it seemed a little immature compared to Sun Wukong's performance, which was full of "masterful demeanor".

Sun Wukong and Krillin, being fellow disciples, knew each other inside and out, and their fight was extremely fierce.

Klin used every trick in the book, even employing the "Afterimage Fist" and the "Luring Tactics".

Unfortunately, in the face of an absolute disparity in strength, clever tricks can only buy time and cannot change the outcome.

In the end, Goku, relying on the Saiyan's strong ability to withstand blows, withstood Krillin's flying kick and then retaliated with a powerful punch, sending Krillin flying out of the arena.

The finalists have now been determined.

Sun Wuxiu VS Sun Wukong.

Brothers versus brothers!

……

Inside the lounge.

Jackie Chan, who had been in a coma, finally woke up.

He rubbed his aching neck, his eyes somewhat dazed, but soon, memories flooded back like a tide.

"I...lost?"

Master Roshi looked at the ceiling, smiled wryly, and sighed.

"You don't even have the right to force that kid to use his full strength?"

He could sense that Sun Wuxiu had held back in his final attack.

If that blow had been just a fraction heavier, or even slightly off-target, my old bones might have been finished.

"Sigh... these young people nowadays are really scary."