Super Grandmaster of Dragonball

Sun Wusheng was taken aback for a moment and then laughed.

"You kid, you just love to joke." Sun Wusheng sighed, "I remember that you are a good seedling in writing, and you are also full of aura in martial arts. When you were five or six years old, your father taught you in the back mountain. You can learn the principles of martial arts as soon as you explain them I understand, I can draw inferences from one instance to another, and what made your father stunned was that his physical potential is low. Mark’s physical capital is quite high, but... If he has your spirituality, I don’t need to worry about it here.”

Sun Wusheng was very emotional. Sun Wuxian taught Sun Wuben. Sun Wuben was only five or six years old at the time, but Sun Wuben understood those principles as soon as he heard them. Now, Sun Wusheng repeatedly told Mark that Mark was confused. Two people can throw each other hundreds of thousands of miles with one brain, and one body with potential can throw each other hundreds of thousands of miles away.

"Grandpa, I'm not joking." Sun Wuben said, he could see that Sun Wusheng attached great importance to the No. 18 fighting skill dojo, and Sun Wuben could also understand that Sun Wusheng spent his whole life in pursuit of breaking through the realm of the human body and pursuing the highest martial arts. I worked hard, and in my old age, I was finally willing to calm down and set up a martial arts dojo to organize and pass on my life's martial arts. If something happened and I gave up halfway, it would be a huge blow to an old man of Sun Wusheng's age, and he might never recover from it. .

"I really don't have much time now, but it's worthwhile to squeeze out a little time to let Grandpa fulfill his wish."

Sun Wuben's eyes were firm: "Grandpa, with my current strength, I can do it with one finger...Mark is not my opponent at all."

"Haha!" Sun Wusheng laughed even more happily, "Wu Ben, didn't you just mean to say that Mark can be crushed to death with one finger?"

The corners of Sun Wuben's eyes twitched. He was really going to say that just now, but after thinking about it, although what he said was true, grandpa had never seen him make a move after all, so he might think he was bragging, so he changed it to the following if.

"Grandpa, why don't we make a bet."

"How to gamble?" Sun Wusheng became interested.

"I'm sitting here, grandpa, you push me, as long as you push me back half an inch, I won't mention what happened just now, otherwise, let me help you hit the mark instead of sister Mia, how about it?" Sun Wuben said .

"You sit there and let me push?"

Sun Wusheng's face was weird, and the smile on his face was deformed. It took a long time to come back to his senses, and said with a strange face: "Wu Ben, you don't think that grandpa is old, and his cultivation has regressed back to his mother's house, right?"

"How is it possible? Our Sun Wuliu practice emphasizes 'fist to the highest level only to maintain health'. The so-called ginger is old and spicy. If the practice is too impatient and the body is broken, it will only get deeper as you get older. This is common sense, grandson still remembers. Yes." Sun Wuben said.

"Yes, you still remember, but why? I heard that there are some people who are stupid when they read books. Could it be..." Sun Wusheng looked at Sun Wuben with a strange expression, and asked: "Wuben, let me ask you, how many pieces can you split now? Stacked tiles?"

How many tiles can be broken with one blow?

Sun Wuben blinked, his face and muscles twitched. With one blow, if he concentrated enough, he could easily split a cart of tiles. He actually asked how many tiles he could split.

Sun Wuben glanced across the room.

There are no tiles in the house. Except for a wooden table, a few wooden chairs, and a wooden cabinet, there are no things that can be used to show strength, such as steel knives and shot puts. You can't break the red brick wall.

"Grandpa, if I say that I can destroy a truckload of tiles with one blow, you will definitely say that I boast that I don't pay taxes. How about it, it's still the previous bet."

"You child..." Sun Wusheng was speechless.

"Why." Sun Wuben looked at Sun Wusheng provocatively, "Grandpa doesn't dare anymore, for fear of embarrassing himself in front of me?"

"Forget it, grandpa will come to try you." Sun Wusheng laughed, stood up and walked towards Sun Wuben, "Wuben, let me tell you something first, I am not like your father, but I have already broken the gate of the world."

"What?"

Sun Wuben was taken aback, Grandpa has already broken the boundary gate?

"Haha, get scared!" Sun Wusheng laughed out loud. For a martial artist of his bloodline, his combat power would stop growing after reaching a certain level. I have been making progress over the years, even if I only grow a little every year for the past 60 years, the accumulated skill is not trivial.

According to Sun Wusheng, this should be the breaking of the boundary gate.

"It's really scary."

Sun Wuben also became excited when he came back to his senses. Grandpa was able to break through the boundary gate, which was a great joy. Sun Wuben would have known the benefits of breaking through the boundary gate.

"It's good to be scared." Sun Wusheng looked at Sun Wuben with a smile, "Wuben, do you still insist on betting with grandpa now? Or, change the bet?"

"No!"

Sun Wuben raised his eyebrows: "It's still the previous bet, just let it go."

"Oh?" Sun Wusheng was stunned instead, he looked at Sun Wuben strangely, Sun Wuben's expression was full of excitement, without any worry.

"By the way, this kid was joking from the beginning." Sun Wusheng smiled again, "I'm really confused too, he is a high-achieving student, it is impossible for him to have time to practice, and with his physical potential, Even if you don’t study and practice with all your strength, that’s it, how could he really beat Mark? It’s just a joke to bet with me, so no matter how high my skill is, he doesn’t care, because I’m going to lose anyway.”

With a certainty in my heart, Sun Wusheng's smile became even brighter.

"Wu Ben, grandpa is coming. This is 10% of grandpa's strength. Let's see if you can bear it!" Sun Wusheng was also very playful. Although he was afraid of breaking his grandson, 10% of his strength should be fine. He stretched out a finger, touched Sun Wuben's forehead and heart, and suddenly exerted force.

A huge force gushed out.

How powerful is a Martial Daoist who has practiced for seventy years, even if it is 10% strength, it cannot be carried by seven or eight strong men.

But Sun Wuben's body didn't move at all, and his expression was extremely leisurely, as if Sun Wusheng's touch was only light, like a spring breeze blowing on his face.

"Um?"

Sun Wusheng snorted, then laughed again.

"It's not bad, you have studied for so many years, and you still have such strength. Be careful, grandpa is going to add 20% of your strength." Sun Wusheng said, suddenly exerting more force, this time nearly twice as much as the previous one .

Sun Wuben still didn't move his head, but blinked his eyes, looked at Sun Wusheng and said with a smile: "Grandpa, don't try it, you broke the gate of the realm, and I broke the gate of the realm, don't try to push me with all your strength, it's not like this in a dream made."

"The more you brag, the more outrageous it is, no matter what, I will increase it to 50% this time." Sun Wusheng is not in a hurry. He is not completely a nerd when he studies in school. Sports, baseball, basketball, these sports activities can exercise people's strength, as long as Sun Wuben is not a real nerd, with his spirituality, take time out to practice martial arts, it is not completely unbelievable to have such strength.

"Be careful!" Sun Wusheng tried again.

"Grandpa." Sun Wuben laughed, "This is not 50% power, I'm afraid it won't even reach one CD, don't keep bluffing people, okay?"

Sun Wusheng's expression turned serious.

"Fifty percent of the strength, but there is no response, this kid is not simple." After a little hesitation, Sun Wusheng withdrew his finger, and then put more force, it was not suitable to use one finger, Sun Wusheng stretched out a hand, and pressed the palm on Sun Wuben's shoulder .

"Wuben, I'm going to use 60% of my strength." While talking, I exerted strength.

"It's not 60%, maybe 30% at most." Sun Wuben said with a smile.

Sun Wusheng frowned.

"Wu Ben, could it be that you have never given up on your practice when you were studying?" Sun Wusheng asked in surprise, he could block 70% of his strength, and Sun Wuben was sitting and letting Sun Wusheng push, which was even more difficult, and Sun Wusheng also felt that something was wrong.

"Well, the specific situation is that when I was studying, I never sat. I always stood on horseback instead of sitting. Therefore, although I was studying, my skills in the footwork have not fallen, but I am very strong." Sun Wuben said.

"What else? But..." Sun Wusheng squinted his eyes, he was able to sit and block 60% of his strength, and his grandson was not only good at playing tricks.

"Genius, a real genius, this kid is now as powerful as Mark, no wonder..." Sun Wusheng was happy, regretful, and distressed at the moment. With a talent like his own grandson, if he doesn't take the path of a scholar , wholeheartedly in martial arts, and his achievements are not low. With hard work, he may reach the height of Sun Wusheng in the future.

"I don't know what realm this kid has reached!"

Sun Wusheng frowned: "Seventy percent, start!"

"It's okay!" Sun Wuben smiled.

"This..." Sun Wusheng stared, almost stupefied, he took a breath, and pressed his palms again, "Eighty percent!"

"Finally, I feel a little bit, but it's too little, too small!" Sun Wuben's angry voice sounded again.

Sun Wusheng's face was extremely serious, he stared blankly at Sun Wuben.

"Wu Ben, how did you cultivate your strange power?" Sun Wusheng said slowly.

"Grandpa, don't worry about these, let me see how much power you have under your full strength." Sun Wuben said, Sun Wusheng said that he broke the gate of the world, but Sun Wuben felt that it was still a thousand miles away from breaking the gate of the world. , unless Sun Wusheng said 70% or 80% of the real power is only 40% to 50%.

"Full strength?" Sun Wusheng shook his head, "It's not necessary, I promise you, let you guide Mark." With 80% of his strength, he couldn't push Sun Wuben to move an inch. Sun Wusheng understood that Sun Wuben's strength was far above Mark. up.

As for myself, if I use 90% of it, I should be able to promote Sun Wuben, and 100% of it will also be promoted, which is meaningless.