Little Goku's Great Adventure Starting from One Piece

Chapter 149 Bounty of 63 Million (Please stop letting this book run, sob sob!)

After spending some time as guests on Qingyun Mountain, Wukong and his companions bid farewell.

Before parting, Wukong handed the jade pendant to Lotte, who said, "You can come again after the martial arts tournament. I think Master will be back by then."

On the mountain road, looking at Pupu with several bumps on his head, Wukong chuckled and said, "Pupu, you got really badly beaten up."

After Goku's match ended, Pupu, Goku's eldest disciple, also requested a fight and had a friendly exchange with Lotte.

Because Goku's previous performance was so amazing, Lotte didn't take the animal-shaped Pupu seriously at all, and instead treated it with great care, going all out from the start.

As expected, poor Pupu was punched and sent flying, lying unconscious on the ground.

Lotte was terrified.

Fortunately, Pupu is tough and hard-boiled. In the end, she only rested for a while and woke up without any serious problems.

"Waaaah~~" (Master, I have disgraced you.)

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"It's okay, hehe. You should have taken off the weights earlier. It's a bit too much for you to fight with them on your back now."

Wukong said with a smile.

Pupu followed his example and always carried a load, even during battles.

But he is him, and Pupu is Pupu.

Even with a heavy load on his back, he can still exert a lot of strength.

But Pupu was no match. Her strength wasn't particularly high to begin with, and after being suppressed by the weight, it was weakened even more, so she was naturally defeated by Lotte in one blow.

"Wow? Wow!"

Pupu stared wide-eyed in shock.

Master, why didn't you say so sooner!

Having carried the load for so long, it had subconsciously forgotten that it was carrying this thing on its back, so it hadn't thought of it before.

Back at the foot of the mountain, the two carriages we had rented earlier were parked by the roadside, and the two drivers were resting in the shade.

Upon seeing Wukong and his companions alight, the two coachmen quickly stood up: "Have you finished your business, gentlemen?"

Nami nodded with a smile: "Yes, please take us to the capital, Yunluo."

"Okay!"

So Goku and his friends continued their journey, heading towards the venue of the martial arts tournament—the capital city of Yunluo.

Along the way, they stopped in a small town they passed through, had lunch, and then continued on their way.

After most of the day had passed, as the sun gradually sank towards the horizon, the outline of the capital city of Yunluo finally appeared before Wukong and his companions.

"Nami! I want to go check out the martial arts tournament venue first!"

After getting off the carriage, Goku looked at Nami expectantly with bright, sparkling eyes.

"Whatever you want," Nami shrugged.

Logically, they should have first visited the King of Xia's Kingdom at the royal palace, since they would need his help to participate in the martial arts tournament.

But since Goku said that it wouldn't hurt for them to go check out the martial arts tournament first, since they had plenty of time anyway.

After asking passersby for directions to the martial arts tournament, the group headed there.

Half an hour later, they saw the words "Charia Kingdom's First Martial Arts Tournament" hanging on the gate of an arena in the distance.

Clearly, this is the location where the martial arts tournament is being held.

At that moment, a commotion arose at the entrance of the arena, causing Wukong and his companions to instinctively look over.

Snapped! !

A fierce-looking man with a long knife at his waist slammed his hand on the registration table.

"What did you say! You won't let me register?"

A middle-aged man in charge of registering contestants sat in a chair and nodded slightly, seemingly unconcerned about the burly man's outburst.

"Yes, to participate in the martial arts tournament, you must show identification; otherwise, you cannot participate."

Their martial arts tournament is open to people from this country, and everyone needs to bring their identification when registering.

The fact that the burly man in front of them had no identification meant that he was not from their country.

"I don't have this damn ID! Listen to me! I'm already doing you a favor by even coming to this lousy martial arts tournament. Do you even know who I am?!"

Behind the burly man, a group of fierce-looking pirates, each wielding weapons, chimed in at the opportune moment: "Our boss is the Wolf King Sorebe, with a bounty of 63 million! If your lousy martial arts tournament won't let our boss participate, believe it or not, we'll wreck your place!"

Upon hearing the amount of 63 million, the middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, but he didn't panic too much. Instead, he calmly said, "This is the rule. People without identification cannot participate in the martial arts tournament. I advise you all to behave yourselves and not cause trouble."

"Behave yourself?"

Wolf King Sorebe laughed as if he'd heard a joke, throwing his head back and shouting, "You want to tell the pirates to behave? Are you kidding me?"

He then drew his long sword and said viciously, "Since you won't let me participate, then I'll chop down this martial arts tournament and see who else will participate!"

Upon hearing this from behind, Wukong's expression immediately turned serious, and he prepared to lend a helping hand.

But at that moment, he saw something and, somewhat surprised, did not choose to make a move.

"Young man, don't get so hot-tempered."

An elderly man with half-white hair and few wrinkles appeared out of nowhere. He walked up to Sorebe, his 1.6-meter-tall frame looking up at the over 2-meter-tall Sorebe with his hands behind his back. He looked at the other man with deep, ocean-like eyes and said calmly.

"Where did this old geezer come from? Get out of here!"

Without a second thought, Sorebe swung his thick, steel-like arm, aiming to send the old man flying.

But the next second, his eyes bulged out, and his outstretched arm froze in mid-air.

"You, you..."

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Sorebe looked down in disbelief and saw that the old man had somehow gotten close to him and was tapping his abdomen with his fingers.

He wanted to say something more, but a sudden darkness swallowed his consciousness, causing him to fall to the ground and immediately lose consciousness.

Before the pirate crew could react to what was happening, they saw the old man's figure flash among them.

When the old man appeared behind them, they all froze on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle breeze swept by, and they, like Sorebe, rolled their eyes and fell headfirst to the ground.

After all this was done, a belated escort team arrived. The burly man at the head ordered his men to tie up the unconscious pirates, while he himself approached the old man and said with a respectful expression, "It's you, senior. It's been many years since I've seen you."

The old man, still with his hands behind his back, looked up at the burly man and said without any emotion, "You've grown up."

The burly man's eyes gleamed with excitement: "Yes, you see, I'm now a squad leader in the guard team."

"Not bad." The old man nodded slightly.

"Senior, are you here to watch the martial arts tournament?"

"No, I'm here to participate in the martial arts tournament."

"Participate?" The burly man looked astonished.

The elderly man had already walked up to the registration table and took out his identification from his pocket, handing it to the middle-aged man.

"My name is Xia Shan, and I'm here to register for the martial arts tournament."

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