Little Goku's Great Adventure Starting from One Piece

Chapter 146 Who is your master?

Wukong's slash left Roych's mind blank for two seconds.

He stared blankly at the stack of half bricks, and subconsciously pushed the half on the right side of the crack.

With a few loud crashes, ten bricks, each only a quarter of its original size, collapsed, revealing perfectly smooth cross-sections.

Roychi fell silent, while Goku, standing beside him, stared at him with innocent, childlike eyes, unblinking.

He coughed twice, straightened up, put his hands behind his back, and said without changing his expression, "Ahem, that's right, what I just saw wasn't anything special."

After saying that, he took out two stacked bricks from somewhere and held them in one hand.

"Watch closely, little guy, this is the really amazing thing I'm about to show you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Roychi held his breath, his eyes widened, and he let out a low growl like a tiger's roar: "Hah!!"

With a sudden clench of his large, powerful fingers, the two bricks in his hand were crushed into powder, scattering across the ground.

Wukong's eyes widened in surprise, his mouth slightly agape: "Amazing!"

He had never seen anyone crush a brick like that before.

Seeing that he had finally received praise from the little guy, Roych straightened his back even more subconsciously.

With one hand behind his back and a slight smile on his face, he said, "Haha, little guy, this is the skill I've acquired through decades of hard training. Ordinary people can't do this."

Click, click, click! !

Before he could finish speaking, an unusually loud voice reached his ears.

He glanced down and saw Wukong open his palm, a pile of brick dust falling to the ground through his fingers.

"Look, uncle! I did it too!"

Wukong looked up at him, a happy smile on his face.

Then, as if wanting to do it again, he picked up two bricks that Roychi had previously split in half from the ground, stacked them together, and, with a strain of his short fingers, crushed them into powder as well.

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Roych fell silent again.

The muscles in his cheeks twitched involuntarily due to his tense expression.

Where did this little guy come from...?

Are they here to cause trouble?

He couldn't help but ask, "Little one, who is your master?"

In his opinion, Wukong's performance at such a young age must mean he has a great teacher.

He might be one of the most famous and respected elders in their country.

Hmm... if that's the case, then this little guy isn't a tourist, but someone from their country?

"Master? My master is Grandpa Master Roshi." Goku tilted his head back and answered without hesitation.

"Master Roshi?"

Upon hearing the name, Roych's expression became more solemn.

The name sounded so prestigious and senior that it made him subconsciously feel a sense of awe and reverence.

Upon closer reflection, he realized that he had never heard of this name before. Even if he didn't know any of the famous seniors in China, he had at least heard their names. But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't imagine that there was a senior in China with such a name.

Judging from this, the other party must be from abroad.

While he was lost in thought, Wukong looked at him and said, "Hey, uncle, let's have a spar!"

A friendly exchange?

Roychi snapped out of his reverie and asked with some surprise, "Little guy, you just said you wanted to spar with me? A martial arts spar?"

"Mmm!" Wukong nodded emphatically, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Roych hesitated for a few seconds, just about to nod in agreement.

But when he caught a glimpse of many people on the harbor looking at him, including several guard teams and some port workers he recognized, he inexplicably changed the words he was about to utter.

"Ahem, sparring can easily lead to injuries. It's fine if I get hurt, but it wouldn't be good if you did. How about this, you seem to be quite strong, why don't we have a strength contest?"

Roych stroked his short beard and said with an air of seriousness.

"A strength contest? How would you like to conduct one?"

Wukong scratched his face and asked.

"Easy, just arm wrestling. Come with me, little guy."

Roychi smiled slightly, then turned and walked into the pavilion.

"Arm wrestling? What's that?"

Wukong, unaware of what was going on, followed behind him.

Inside the pavilion, Roychi pointed to the only stone bench beside the stone table and said, "Stand on it, little one."

Wukong obediently jumped up, then asked疑惑地问道, "And then?"

"Then place your right hand on the table, like I am."

Roychi moved to the other side of the stone table, right opposite Goku, and firmly planted his right elbow on the table.

After Wukong copied him and placed his right hand on the table, he grasped Wukong's hand and smiled, "Arm wrestling is a contest of arm strength. Whoever can press the other's arm down to the table wins."

"Oh, I see. I understand now." Wukong nodded in sudden realization.

Then, eager to try, he said, "Let's begin, uncle!"

As a senior, Roy felt he should be humble and not give the impression that he was bullying the younger one, so he chuckled and said, "Little guy, go ahead and use your strength, let me see how strong you are."

Wukong blinked, then suddenly exerted force in his arm.

Bang! !

Roych's arm made intimate contact with the stone table in an instant.

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Roychi's smile froze, staring in disbelief at his instant defeat.

As if sensing many eyes were focused on them from outside the pavilion, he suddenly burst into laughter two seconds later: "Hahahaha! Little guy, you really are strong! That really surprises me."

"I'm going to get serious next round, so watch out!"

After saying that, he grabbed Wukong's hand and made them straighten their hands again. He smiled and grinned, but in his heart he was cursing. This little guy was stronger than he had imagined!

"Is that so? Okay." Wukong nodded solemnly, looking completely convinced.

I knew it! How could this guy be so weak?

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"start!"

As the countdown ended, Roych suddenly exerted force with his arm, trying to press Goku's hand down.

But to his surprise, Wukong's arm did not move at all, as if it were an iron pillar completely welded to the table.

His smile remained unchanged, and he seemed completely unperturbed.

Inside, he had used every ounce of his strength; the veins on his arms, hidden in his sleeves, were bulging, and even the blood vessels were faintly visible.

No matter how hard he tried, Wukong's arm remained unmoved; it was harder than his mother's iron rod!

"Uncle, aren't you going to use your strength yet?"

At that moment, Wukong's bewildered voice reached my ears, like a sharp knife piercing my heart.

Seeing Wukong's puzzled look, Roychi's smile froze, and he cursed inwardly at this freak.

His mind raced, trying to figure out how to end things in a way that wouldn't be shameful.

He quickly came up with an idea.

He suddenly pulled his hand away, clutched his stomach, and said with a troubled expression, "Well, I suddenly feel a bit unwell in my stomach. I probably ate something bad this morning. I don't have any strength at all."

"Huh? Are you alright?" Wukong blinked in confusion and asked with concern.

"It's alright, I just need to rest."

Roy gave a casual reply, then glanced at the pavilion and saw that Yana had already arrived with Nami and the others.

He dashed out, grabbed the bewildered Yana, and pulled her to a secluded spot. With a stern face, he demanded, "Yana, who are that little guy and those people? What are they doing here?!"

Yana scratched his head: "They're just a group of tourists from out of town. They just asked me about the martial arts tournament, saying they'd heard of it and came to see for themselves."

"Oh right, they also said that the little guy likes to spar with experts and wants to fight you. They asked if he could get the docking fee waived if he beats you. Haha, I really don't know what they're thinking. That little guy definitely can't beat you, Senior Roych, no matter what."

Yana laughed at herself, but Roychi couldn't laugh at all.

He glanced at Wukong, who was chatting and laughing with his companions in the distance, and felt a little heavy-hearted.

Although the two did not have a martial arts exchange, their previous performances showed that Wukong was no ordinary person.

If they were to fight, it would be hard to say who would win or lose.

Phew—thankfully he didn't agree before, otherwise he might be making a fool of himself now.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then walked back to Wukong with a smile.

"Hahaha! Welcome from afar! I just met this young man and we hit it off immediately, having a very pleasant conversation. I'll cover your docking fees this time! Enjoy your stay in our country to the fullest! I guarantee your ship will be perfectly safe during this period!"

He glanced at Nami, Sanji, and the others, smiling broadly, and changed his address for Goku from "little guy" to "little brother."

"Oh! Thank you so much!"

Nami, who had already vaguely guessed the truth from Goku's description, also smiled broadly.

"Oh, it's nothing!"

Roy waved his hand magnanimously, then rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a tiger-shaped jade pendant, handing it to Wukong.

"Young man, if you want to spar with a master, why don't you go find my senior brother? He's much better than me."

"Take this jade talisman. My sect is located on Qingyun Mountain near Qingyun Town. With this jade talisman, you can easily meet my senior brother, explain your purpose to him, and I think he will agree."

Roych said with a smile.

Senior brother, you always say you get bored on the mountain, I think you'll be very happy to see this little guy.

Right, senior?

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