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

Master Roshi took off his disguise—a Zhongshan suit—and tore off his wig, revealing his true appearance.

He walked to the window and looked at the newly renovated arena outside.

There, two figures were facing off.

One of them was his prized disciple—Sun Wukong.

The other was a monster that made him feel deeply powerless, yet incredibly proud—Sun Wukong.

"Let me see, Wuxiu."

Master Roshi put on sunglasses, concealing the complex emotions in his eyes.

"How high are you standing right now?"

……

"The final match begins!!"

With the referee's whistle, the atmosphere in the entire venue reached its climax.

"We've finally waited for this moment, brother!"

Sun Wukong adopted the starting stance of the Turtle Hermit Style, his eyes burning with the intense fighting spirit that seemed to distort the surrounding air with the heat emanating from him.

"Come on, Wukong."

Sun Wukong put one hand behind his back and extended only his right hand, making a "please" gesture.

"Let me see what you've accomplished this year."

"Yahahahah!!"

Sun Wukong roared and his figure vanished instantly.

So fast!

The audience only saw a blur before Wukong appeared in front of Sun Wuxiu, unleashing a storm of punches and kicks!

"Bang bang bang bang bang!!"

The sound of fists colliding was like a series of firecrackers exploding.

Sun Wuxiu still only uses one hand.

Parry, deflect, catch.

No matter how swift or tricky Wukong's attacks were, Sun Wukong's hand was like an insurmountable chasm, blocking all the attacks.

In fact, his feet didn't move an inch from beginning to end.

"Not enough."

Sun Wuxiu said calmly.

"Too slow, too scattered. Concentrate your energy!"

"hateful!!"

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, lashed his tail out from the ground, and used the force to leap into the air, delivering a powerful flying kick straight for Sun Wuxiu's temple.

"That's more like it."

A hint of appreciation flashed in Sun Wuxiu's eyes, and he raised his left hand for the first time.

"boom!"

He firmly grasped Wukong's ankle.

"However, the flaws are too great."

Before he finished speaking, Sun Wuxiu flicked his wrist and slammed Wukong into the ground!

"boom!!"

The stone slabs of the arena were smashed, leaving a large crater, and rubble flew everywhere.

But Goku reacted extremely quickly. The moment he landed, he used his tail to brace himself against the ground and bounced up like a spring, creating distance between them.

"Huh...huh..."

Sun Wukong, panting heavily, stared intently at his brother who was still standing in the same spot, his clothes perfectly intact.

The gap... is too big.

Even though I've become so much stronger, why am I still as powerless as a baby in front of my brother?

Not only Wukong, but everyone on the sidelines was stunned.

Bulma clutched her chest, her eyes sparkling: "Goshu...so handsome!"

Meanwhile, Master Roshi, hiding in the corner, had an extremely solemn expression.

"That composure...that absolute control over the battle..."

"He wasn't competing at all, he was... teaching."

Master Roshi figured it out.

Every block and counterattack by Sun Wukong forced him to correct his movements and squeeze out his potential.

This isn't an opponent; this is clearly an extremely strict mentor!

"Like a monster..."

Master Roshi muttered to himself.

"This child's martial arts level has probably already touched the threshold of 'god'."

(P.S.: The god here is not the god from Dragon Ball Super.)

On the arena.

Sun Wuxiu seemed to think that the warm-up was about enough.

He lowered his hands from behind his back, and the smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.

In that instant, his aura changed.

If he was a still mountain just now, then he is now a volcano about to erupt, a tsunami about to sweep across the world.

The terrifying sense of oppression caused even the referee closest to the ring to take a few steps back, his legs trembling.

"Goku."

Sun Wuxiu looked at his younger brother not far away and said in a deep voice.

"Warm-up is over."

"Now, I'm going to get a little serious. Are you ready?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's hair stood on end.

That is the instinctive fear that living beings experience when facing natural enemies.

But he didn't back down; instead, he was so excited that he trembled all over.

"Come on!! Brother!!"

Sun Wukong assumed a defensive stance, focusing all his attention and pushing all his senses to their limits.

"very good."

Sun Wuxiu hadn't finished speaking.

"Shh!"

He disappeared.

It wasn't the "instantaneous movement" I used when dealing with Jackie Chan earlier, but a pure burst of physical speed!

Even so, no image could be captured on Wukong's retina.

Where? To the left? To the right? Above?

Wukong's brain was working at lightning speed.

Suddenly, a memory flashed through my mind.

That was a few years ago, in the forest of Baozi Mountain, there was that masked ghost-faced man...

And just now, the move my brother used against Grandpa Jackie Chan...

"Behind you!!!"

Sun Wukong's intuition was frantically warning him.

Without any hesitation, relying entirely on instinct and a fleeting moment of foresight, he suddenly turned around, simultaneously raising his right elbow and thrusting it backward with tremendous force!

At this moment, time seemed to slow down.

Just as Wukong turned around, Sun Wuxiu's figure indeed appeared behind him.

That signature chop shot was raised high, ready to fall.

However, Wukong's predictive elbow strike blocked the path of the hand chop!

"Ok?"

For the first time, a hint of surprise flashed in Sun Wuxiu's usually calm and collected eyes.

"They anticipated my movements? And they reacted using bodily memory?"

Chapter 20 Champion and Farewell

As expected of Sun Wukong.

This kind of combat talent is top-tier even in the entire universe.

Having only seen it once, one can perfectly replicate and crack it in actual combat.

Against an opponent of similar skill level, this elbow strike would be enough to turn the tide of the battle.

Unfortunately……

"The gap between us cannot be bridged by talent alone."