Little Goku's Great Adventure Starting from One Piece

Chapter 154 Wukong vs. the Legged Elder Clan (Part 2)

On stage number 1.

At this moment, Wukong's opponent was a middle-aged man with a cold and stern face.

The opponent's strength is not bad on this stage; he is the third contestant, after Goku and Leon, to successfully eliminate other contestants.

After eliminating his first opponent, the middle-aged man happened to spot Goku approaching from a short distance away, and thus set his sights on Goku.

Unlike the others, he did not underestimate Wukong. He did not look down on Wukong just because Wukong looked like a child. Instead, he went all out and launched a heavy punch right from the start, trying to knock Wukong out of the ring as quickly as possible.

At this moment, under the opponent's fierce barrage of heavy punches, Wukong moved swiftly and gracefully, dodging each attack perfectly, making the opponent feel as if they were hitting cotton.

After observing his opponent's attack patterns, Goku finally stopped just dodging and attacking. He suddenly closed in on his opponent and delivered a low punch to his abdomen.

"vomit!!"

The middle-aged man's eyes bulged instantly, and he clutched his abdomen, unable to speak from the pain.

Wukong, with a grin, came up behind him and gently pushed him with his palm.

Immediately, the opponent walked forward uncontrollably, heading straight out of the ring, thus being eliminated.

Before Wukong could even rejoice, the host suddenly shouted in his ear: "Let's congratulate the winner of arena number 3—A-Xing!!!"

Um? ! !

Wukong's brows furrowed instantly, and he turned his gaze sharply toward the third arena.

Sanji was nowhere to be seen on the stage; only a strange young man stood there, bowing gracefully to the audience in all directions.

Sanji lost?!

Upon realizing this, Wukong gaped open, completely dumbfounded.

Although Sanji was not as strong as him, he knew that Sanji was still quite strong, and at least he wouldn't lose the first round of the competition.

But what's going on now? How did Sanji lose?

At this moment, not only him, but Nami, who discovered this situation, was also quite bewildered.

She had been keeping track of both of their situations.

When she discovered that only one fighter remained on the stage where Sanji was, she excitedly shouted, "Go Sanji!"

I could almost picture Sanji eliminating his opponent and taking first place as the winner.

But to her utter surprise, not long after, Sanji had only exchanged a few blows with his opponent when the opponent grabbed his leg and flung him off the stage, thus eliminating him from the competition.

"Why? How could Sanji possibly lose?"

She murmured to herself.

Although she always acted as if she disliked Sanji, she also knew that Sanji was a trustworthy partner and a master whose strength far surpassed hers, and that he shouldn't have lost so easily.

"The chef's opponent is no pushover."

Robin frowned as he sized up Ah Xing on the arena.

For some reason, she felt that the other party seemed to have completely anticipated Sanji's movements, and that the timing of all their attacks was just right.

Just as Sanji attacked, he managed to dodge in time and successfully counterattacked Sanji.

As Sanji twisted his waist and swung his leg, the other man simultaneously performed a sweeping kick, causing Sanji to lose his balance. Then, taking advantage of this moment, the man grabbed Sanji and threw him off the ring.

Sanji, who was sitting on the ground below the ring, also found it incredible.

He still doesn't understand how he was thrown out of the ring.

What Robin sees from God's perspective is something he, as the person involved, cannot see, so he feels inexplicably thrown out of the ring, hence his furrowed brow.

At this moment, Ah Xing fell off the ring, walked up to him, bent down, extended his hand to him, and smiled amicably: "Sorry, in order to win, I had to throw you out. Are you alright?"

Sanji snapped out of his thoughts, shook his head, and said, "You don't need to apologize to me. This is a competition, and I would have done the same if I were in your shoes."

Then, he took the other person's hand and let them pull him up.

"You're amazing. I lost this time," Sanji said with some emotion.

Then he changed the subject: "But my partner will defeat you, if you ever meet him."

"You mean that little guy with the tail?" Ah Xing smiled slightly and turned his head to look at the number one arena.

He also paid attention to Goku while he was in the players' preparation area.

"That's right, Goku will never lose to anyone." As Sanji said this, his eyes were full of confidence, a confidence even greater than his own.

"Really? Then I'm really looking forward to facing him."

Ah Xing watched Wukong fighting his opponent on the stage, a gentle smile on his face.

On the stage, Goku had already put Sanji's defeat out of his mind, after all, his match was not over yet.

After knocking another fighter off the stage, he glanced around and noticed that only one fighter, O, remained.

And this player was none other than Leon.

At that moment, Leon was also looking at him, a playful smile on his lips.

"Hey, hey, hey, I didn't see that wrong, did I? I never thought my final opponent would be you, you little brat."

"I have to say, you guys are really useless! At your age, how could you lose to him? It's absolutely hilarious, hahaha!"

He turned his head to look at the contestants who had been knocked down by Wukong below the arena, his mocking laughter undisguised.

For a moment, all the contestants were flushed red, wanting to argue but unable to utter a rebuttal, only able to say resentfully, "You'll lose to him too!"

"Hahaha!!"

Leon's laughter grew louder.

He laughed until tears welled up in his eyes, then waved his hand and said, "If you're trying to make me laugh, then you win. This is the funniest joke I've heard all year."

Having said that, he ignored the defeated and turned his attention back to Wukong.

"Kid, I have to admit, you're not an ordinary kid. At least you can beat these useless guys."

"But meeting me means you've reached the end of your road."

Wukong completely ignored his rude remarks, simply holding his head and laughing, "Saying so much is useless, we'll only know who's stronger after a fight."

"That's right! You can't win if you only talk the talk!!" Whether they were defeated by Goku or by Leon, they all stood on Goku's side and cheered him on.

"Hahaha! I'm getting more and more interested in you, kid." Leon laughed.

"Speaking of which, I have a question. Your legs seem to be much longer than other people's."

Wukong suddenly pointed to his leg and said.

Normally, human legs are similar in length to body length, or slightly longer, but either way they look quite harmonious.

Leon's legs, however, were unusually long, almost twice the length of his body, making them look as if they had been artificially lengthened.

"Of course my legs are longer than yours, because I am a member of the Long-legged Tribe," Leon replied without hesitation.

The Long-Legged Tribe is not only known for its exaggeratedly long legs, but also for the destructive power of their legs, which far surpasses that of humans. It can be said that each of them possesses an extremely high talent for mastering leg techniques.

"The Long-Legged Tribe?" Wukong blinked.

Although he had never heard the word before, he understood its meaning literally.

"I've finished asking my questions, let's begin!" Goku said, striking a fighting stance, full of fighting spirit.

"Kid, I won't go easy on you just because you're young. Are you ready?"

After saying that, Leon stomped his strong thighs on the ground, creating a shallow crater, and shot towards Wukong like an arrow.

Then, as if kicking a ball, it kicked Wukong hard.

Bang! !

Wukong crossed his arms and blocked the kick steadily.

"Your attack is nothing special."

He looked up, grinning as he spoke.

"You've got some skills."

Leon smirked, pulled his leg back, and then delivered another kick straight at Wukong.

Its speed and power were so great that they stirred up a fierce gust of wind.

Swish! !

However, this time he missed.

Suddenly, Wukong appeared behind him and returned the kick in the same manner.

"What?!"

Leon suddenly felt a tremendous force strike him from behind, and he was instantly sent flying uncontrollably.

It looked like he was about to fly off the stage if he continued flying.

In this critical moment, he had a flash of inspiration. Using his momentum, he did a somersault in the air, and then his two long legs slammed straight into the ring ground like pile drivers.

Finally, after dragging two furrows into the ground, he managed to stop successfully at the edge of the ring.

Looking at the ground so close to him, Leon was filled with lingering fear, and for the first time, a few beads of sweat appeared on his face.

I almost lost just now!

He suddenly turned his head, looking at Wukong, who was standing there laughing after kicking him away, with some surprise and uncertainty.

What's wrong with this kid? How can he have such great power!

"See! You're going to lose to him soon too! You won't be so lucky next time!"

The defeated contestants scoffed from below the ring.

"Hmph! I was just careless! Just you wait and see, I'll eliminate this brat in no time!"

Leon snorted and walked back to a spot not far from Wukong.

The smile was gone from his eyes, replaced by a serious expression.

"I won't give you another chance. This time, I'll kick you flying!"

He looked at Wukong and said firmly.

"Hehe, come on," Wukong said with a smile.

Leon took a deep breath, bent his knees slightly, and his aura became sharp and imposing.

"Flying Shadow Eighteen Legs!"

With a loud shout, his two long legs instantly became blurry, rapidly alternating and striking towards Wukong with lightning speed.

Front kick, whip kick, downward chop.

These three movements gave rise to many variations, resulting in more than ten attacks in a short period of time. Each attack was as fast as lightning, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

In an instant, the spectators on the sidelines were dazzled and could not see his attack clearly at all.

"Wow, that's amazing! That little brother's going to lose now, right?"

"Flying Shadow Eighteen Legs, I've heard of this name. It's said that decades ago, a martial arts tournament contestant won the championship using this unique skill."

The audience was abuzz with discussion, and most were not optimistic about Wukong's chances after being attacked like that.

Little did they know that Leon's feelings at that moment were completely different from theirs.

Damn it! How can that brat dodge so well!

Watching Wukong dodge left and right amidst his fierce attacks, managing to avoid even touching a single hem of his clothes, Leon was both shocked and anxious.

He has already used his ultimate technique; he should decisively win this match and become the winner who advances to the next round!

But why isn't the plot following the script?

After gritting his teeth, he made a decision.

Under such circumstances, he had no choice but to unleash the ultimate killing move of the Flying Shadow Eighteen Legs.

Thinking of this, he suddenly changed his moves. After a series of whip kicks, he leaped up and his body quickly turned 360 degrees in the air.

Immediately, his straight right leg, along with his steel-like heel, slammed down on Wukong below as if splitting mountains and shattering rocks!

boom!!!

A loud bang suddenly came from the arena.

Along with this, billowing smoke and dust rose into the air.

The audience couldn't help but widen their eyes, desperately trying to see what was happening inside.

A few seconds later, the smoke and dust dissipated, revealing Leon standing panting in a cracked pit, looking at Wukong outside the pit with resentment in his eyes.

"Huff! Huff! I really didn't expect you to dodge it again."

Wukong said with a smile, "That attack just now was not bad."

His smile vanished instantly, replaced by a fierce determination. "You're a worthy opponent. I'm going to get serious from now on."

Starting to get serious?

Leon was taken aback.

Then, anger flashed in his eyes: "Stop talking big!"

He stopped catching his breath and charged at Wukong again, delivering a flying kick straight at him.

This time, Wukong faced him head-on, leaping into the air as well, and returned the same flying kick.

The next second, BOOM!!!

Wukong's short legs kicked Leon in the cheek.

The instant they made contact, Leon's face contorted visibly, and white foam spurted from his mouth.

The next instant, Leon was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the wall of the audience with a thud.

The host looked left and right, and when he confirmed that only Wukong remained on the stage, he excitedly grabbed the microphone and shouted, "Let's congratulate the winner of stage number three—Sun Wukong!!!"

boom!!!

In an instant, the entire stadium erupted in cheers, with countless spectators shouting, "That's awesome! Little brother!!"

Nami excitedly hugged Robin, exclaiming, "That's great! Robin! Goku won!!"

On the stage, Wukong waved to the audience with a grin and then jumped off the stage.

Sanji was already waiting there, smiling as he said, "Congratulations, Goku."

"Hehe." Wukong touched his nose.

Then, remembering something, he asked, "By the way, Sanji, how did you lose before? Was the guy who defeated you very strong?"

Sanji's smile vanished. He nodded, then shook his head. "To be honest, Goku, I don't even know how I lost. It seems like all my moves were within his calculations."

"I have a feeling that guy will keep winning, and then, Goku, you'll definitely run into him."

"If you run into him, you must be careful."

Goku nodded solemnly: "I understand, Sanji."

After Wukong became the second winner of the A round elimination round, the winners of arenas number 2 and 4 were also determined.

After the damaged ring was quickly repaired, the Round B elimination rounds officially began.

Among them, the most eye-catching contestants are undoubtedly the anchor, whose size resembles a small mountain, and Gray, who wears a lion mask.

It's not just because of their appearance, but also because of their overwhelming strength that far surpasses that of other contestants.

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