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

Just as the hand chop was about to collide with the elbow strike at the critical moment.

Sun Wukong changed his tactics.

He forcefully reversed his point of attack in mid-air, instantly retracting his downward chop and transforming it into an upward hook punch.

This move completely defies the principles of mechanics; it's so fast that even an afterimage can't be seen.

Wukong's pupils suddenly dilated.

He saw it.

But he was unable to react.

Because his body was still executing the blocking motion from the previous second, he didn't have time to stop.

This is the crushing power of absolute strength.

So-called prediction is nothing but a joke in the face of absolute speed and power.

"boom!!!"

The dull thud of the blows echoed throughout the stadium.

Sun Wuxiu's fist landed squarely on Sun Wukong's abdomen.

The immense power didn't even knock Wukong away; instead, it all penetrated into his body.

"Cough..."

Sun Wukong's eyes instantly lost focus, and he spat out a mouthful of acidic water.

He remained in that blocking posture, but his body slowly collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.

"thump."

Sun Wukong collapsed to the ground, completely losing consciousness.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

Everyone was so stunned by the final clash that they were speechless.

That kind of sudden change of tactics when you're almost at your peak, that kind of overwhelming pressure.

"10-second countdown is over! Contestant Sun Wukong is unconscious!"

The referee took a deep breath, raised Sun Wukong's arm, and his voice trembled:

"The champion of the 21st World Martial Arts Tournament is—"

"Sun Wuxiu!!!"

"Ooooooo!!!"

Cheers erupted like thunder, and confetti rained down from the sky.

Sun Wuxiu stood in the center of the arena, bathed in golden sunlight and countless admiring gazes.

He wasn't particularly excited.

He simply bent down, picked up his unconscious younger brother, and looked at that tender face that still held a look of unwillingness even in his unconscious state.

"Well done, Wukong."

"But if you want to catch up with my back..."

"You still have a long way to go."

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The hustle and bustle of the World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament has finally come to an end.

Inside a luxury restaurant on Papaya Island, a "disaster" that brings the owner both pain and pleasure is unfolding.

"Fifty more bowls of fried rice, and three whole roasted pigs!!"

"I'd like a hundred xiaolongbao! And one of every dessert on the menu!"

Beside the dining table, the Sun brothers, who had just fought tooth and nail in the ring, were now transformed into two tireless food-crushing machines. Plates were piled high like small mountains, waiters were carrying dishes so fast their feet barely touched the ground, and the chef's wok was practically smoking from being swung around.

"Waaaaah... my bonus... my pension..."

Master Roshi sat in the corner, watching this scene, his heart bleeding.

Although he participated in the competition to educate his apprentices, he didn't expect to not only lose the competition (albeit to Wu Xiu), but now his wallet is about to be emptied by these two big eaters.

"Alright, alright, you lecherous old man, this meal is on me."

Bulma smiled and handed a black gold card to the waiter.

"This amount of money is nothing to Capsule Company. Consider it a celebration of Wu Xiu's victory and reunion with everyone!"

"Really?!" Master Roshi instantly revived, his eyes behind his sunglasses turning into hearts.

"Bulma-chan, you're such a kind person!"

Klin, Yamcha, Poole, Oolong, and others also sat together, creating a lively and warm atmosphere.

After a hearty meal and drinks.

The group stood at the restaurant entrance, their shadows stretched long by the setting sun.

"Then let's say goodbye here."

Sun Wukong, carrying his Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff), patted his round belly, a satisfied smile on his face.

"I'm so full! I feel like I have all my energy back!"

"Goku, where are you planning to go next?" Krillin asked with some reluctance.

Wukong leaped onto the somersault cloud, his eyes resolute.

"Through this competition, I've discovered that the world is vast and there are many talented people. I want to be like my brother, traveling the world to hone my skills and become even stronger!"

"I'm going back to Master Roshi's House to continue my training." Krillin clenched his fist. "Next time we meet, I promise I won't lose to you, Goku!"

"Hehe, I'll be waiting!"

Goku waved to everyone, "Take care, everyone! Goodbye, brother, Bulma!"

"call out--"

The golden somersault cloud carried the arrogant young man, transforming him into a streak of light as he soared into the sky.

Watching Goku leave, Master Roshi also prepared to depart with Krillin.

"Goshu," Master Roshi said, giving his eldest disciple a deep look before leaving.

“Your path has gone beyond the scope of my guidance. But I can sense that your mind is very stable. Keep going, and don’t lose your way in the power.”

"I will heed your teachings, teacher." Sun Wuxiu bowed respectfully.

Soon, only Son Goshu and Bulma remained on the once bustling street.

The sea breeze gently caressed Bulma's long purple hair. She turned around and looked at the tall, handsome man beside her. As intelligent as she was, she seemed to have a premonition of something.

"You're... leaving too, aren't you?" Bulma asked softly, her voice trembling slightly.

Sun Wuxiu remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes."

He reached out and gently stroked Bulma's cheek, his eyes tender yet firm.

“Bulma, this year in West City has been the happiest time of my life. But I must become stronger.”

"Stronger than that old man Jackie Chan?"

“No, it’s stronger than ‘Heaven’.” Sun Wuxiu pointed to the sky above.

"The place I'm going to is above the clouds, a realm of gods that mortals cannot reach."

“The realm of the gods…” Bulma paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile.

"I knew it. How could a man like you be content to go shopping with me all the time?"

She took a deep breath and tried to make her smile look brighter.

“Go! You are destined to stand at the top of the world. How could the man I, Bulma, have set my sights on be a spineless coward who only knows how to stay in the arms of a gentle woman?”

“However…” She suddenly stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around Sun Wuxiu’s neck, and planted a hard kiss on his lips.

"Remember, no matter how high you fly, Xidu will always be your home. If you dare to stray outside, I'll build a bomb that can destroy the earth and blow you up! You hear me!"

Sun Wuxiu smiled and hugged her waist tightly: "Yes, my queen."

……

After saying goodbye to Bulma, Son Goshu did not wander aimlessly like Goku.

His goal was very clear.

Head west, that's the direction of Kalinta.

The world is not at peace during this journey.

The Red Ribbon Army, which is obsessed with conquering the world, is searching for the Dragon Balls everywhere, causing widespread suffering.

However, Sun Wuxiu did not pay any special attention to these small fry.

That was Sun Wukong's whetstone.

In the original story, Goku grew step by step in the battle against the Red Ribbon Army, and eventually even destroyed the entire army headquarters single-handedly.

Sun Wuxiu did not want to deprive his younger brother of this experience.

"Besides, that kid is tough as nails, I don't need to worry about him."

Sun Wuxiu flew at an altitude of 10,000 meters, looking down at the occasional bursts of battle below, his expression calm.

a few days later.

A vast primeval forest came into view.

In the heart of this forest stands a towering white tower that seems to connect heaven and earth.

Kalinta.

A sacred place in the legend of immortals.