Little Goku's Great Adventure Starting from One Piece

Chapter 157 Wolf Fang Wind Fist (Two Chapters Combined)

While waiting backstage to take the stage, Wukong and the other contestants had already drawn lots to determine their opponents.

In this round of the competition, Goku encountered a contestant named Isobu.

He was a seemingly unrestrained young man with flowing purple hair and a wicked smile always on his lips.

However, although this person may have an unpleasant appearance, he is actually quite kind.

Upon learning that his opponent was Goku, he stepped forward and extended his hand to Goku in a friendly manner: "My name is Isobu, and I'm your next opponent. I hope we can have a great fight in the ring later."

Wukong was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, grasped his hand, and said, "My name is Sun Wukong! I'm also looking forward to our match."

Goku's match against Isobu was the fifth match, so before that, he and Sanji watched the other fighters' matches from the sidelines.

"I hereby declare! The winner of this match is A-Xing!!"

On the stage, after confirming that Ah Xing's opponent had lost consciousness for more than ten seconds, the host raised Ah Xing's arm and announced the result of the first qualifying match.

"Oh my god!! Ah Xing, Ah Xing!!"

The audience cheered excitedly.

Among the sixteen contestants, Ah Xing, Iron Anchor, Gray, and Lewandowski were the four most popular contenders for the championship, which explains why he received such enthusiastic cheers after his victory.

"This guy is really something else."

Sanji watched from below the stage as A-Xing bowed slightly to the audience, and he became increasingly convinced that this opponent who had eliminated him earlier was no ordinary person.

In the previous match, it seemed that every move of Ah Xing's opponent was within Ah Xing's calculations. Whether it was a punch or a kick, Ah Xing could always dodge at the exact moment the opponent made a move and deliver a heavy blow.

Throughout the match, Ah Xing's opponent was panting heavily, bruised and swollen, and eventually even lost consciousness completely.

In contrast, Ah Xing always seemed completely at ease, his white robe was spotless, as if he had just gone up there for the show.

It looked like an adult beating a child; the two were on completely different levels.

"He does look pretty good, and I'm really looking forward to fighting him." Wukong's eyes were full of eagerness to fight Ah Xing.

After Ah Xing's match, the second qualifying match was between Anchor and Lauren Adams.

On the ring, Adams with the afro had clearly already gathered intelligence on the anchor. Instead of getting close to the anchor for hand-to-hand combat, he adopted a hit-and-run tactic, constantly circling around the anchor, seizing opportunities to strike unexpectedly, and then quickly retreating to a safe distance.

Unfortunately, even though all his attacks landed on the anchor, they had absolutely no effect on it.

"Too weak, far too weak. Is this all the power you have?"

Anchor stood there with his arms crossed, completely unguarded, like a mountain looking down on Adams, who was hopping around like a grasshopper.

"Your attacks are like tickling me; I find them utterly boring."

Adams gritted his teeth and continued to launch attacks, but just like before, they were completely ineffective.

"It seems that's all you're capable of. I'm quite bored, so let me end this tedious match."

The anchor finally lowered his hands and uttered those words with an unquestionable tone.

"Hmph! Big guy, I can't hurt you, so how could you hurt me!" Adams sneered.

Although Iron Anchor possesses immense strength, enormous size, and ridiculously robust physique, it's safe to say that anyone who engages in close combat with him will not fare well.

However, its weakness is also obvious, namely its relatively slow movement speed. Adams took advantage of this to use the current style of play.

He also didn't believe that the anchor could hit him.

"Do you think I can't win you over? That's seriously underestimating me."

Anchor smiled, then bent down and touched the ground with both hands, just like a gorilla with all four legs on the ground.

"Ape Charge!!"

"What?!" Adams's expression changed drastically.

Suddenly, the anchor's limbs unleashed tremendous power, and he charged forward like a giant ape, crashing into Adams at a speed far exceeding his usual pace.

Adams was completely unprepared for this, and his mind went blank for a moment.

By the time he realized what was happening and tried to dodge, the anchor had already rushed in front of him, slamming him away with unstoppable force, sending him flying like a meteor crashing into the stone wall below the viewing platform, leaving a human-shaped mark.

A few seconds later, when a group of medical staff rushed to the stone wall and pulled Adams out, confirming that he was only unconscious, the host immediately announced that Anchor had won.

In an instant, the entire venue erupted in cheers, chanting the name of the anchor.

"To be able to generate this kind of speed with that size, doesn't this guy have any weaknesses?"

On the sidelines, several waiting players looked solemn.

I thought the anchor's weakness was speed, but now it seems the other side has no weaknesses at all.

How do they fight against an opponent who has no weaknesses in strength, defense, and speed?

"Fortunately, his next opponent is not us, so we don't need to worry about him."

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Once the draw results were announced, their match order was already fixed.

The winner of the first match, Ah Xing, will face the winner of the second match, Tie Mao, in the next round of the qualifying tournament. The winner of the third match will then face the winner of the fourth match, and so on.

Soon after the anchor left the field, the third qualifying match officially began.

"Flying Dragon Fist!!"

Bang! !

One of the middle-aged men fighting Zelasib was sent flying after a dozen or so rounds, landing on the ground unconscious.

"I hereby declare Zelasibu the winner of the third match!!"

"Take this whirlwind kick!!"

Bang! !

The fighter who was fighting Rosso was kicked high into the air and then crashed to the ground unconscious.

"I hereby declare Rosso the winner of the fourth match!!"

After two fast-paced matches, Goku, who had been waiting for a long time offstage, finally got his turn to compete.

"Next, let's welcome Sun Wukong and Isobu to the match!!"

"Hehe, I'm up there, Sanji, pfft pfft." Goku said with a grin, holding his head in his hands.

"Wow!" (Go Master!)

Pupu shouted, raising his fist.

Sanji didn't say much, he just smiled and nodded.

In the audience, Nami, who had eaten many appetizers, perked up when the main course was finally served and stood up, shouting, "Go Goku!!"

Although Robin did not join in the support, her beautiful eyes were fixed on Goku, clearly showing her concern.

"Nami's partner, huh?" Issho muttered to himself from the other side of the audience.

On the upper floor, Nicholas watched Goku walk onto the arena and said, "It's quite a surprise that this kid was able to get through the preliminary rounds. Yamasi, do you think he'll win this time?"

Standing behind him, Yamasi pondered for two seconds before shaking his head: "I can't say for sure, after all, I didn't watch his match this morning."

"Haha, then let's not guess anymore, let's just watch and see."

Amidst the roaring cheers of the crowd, Wukong stepped onto the arena and waved to the audience with a grin.

The host asked, "Sun Wukong, you seem completely relaxed. Are you very confident in your abilities?"

Wukong touched the tip of his nose: "Hehe, yes."

The host smiled and didn't press the matter further, instead changing the person to be questioned to Goku's rival, Isobu.

"Isob, what do you think of Sun Wukong? Or rather, what are your thoughts on this match? Are you confident of winning?"

Isob tossed his flowing long hair and said confidently, "Sun Wukong is a formidable opponent, but I still firmly believe I can win this match."

With the host's encouragement, the atmosphere became increasingly heated, with some audience members shouting the name of Wukong and others shouting the name of Isobu, vying with each other and neither willing to give in.

Seeing that the atmosphere had reached the right point, the host quickly stepped off the stage and shouted, "I hereby announce that the fifth qualifying match has now begun!!"

Neither Goku nor Isobu made a move immediately on the stage.

The two stood facing each other with smiles on their faces, their eyes fixed on one another.

Suddenly, Isob spoke up: "Before we start fighting, I have a question for you."

Wukong looked puzzled: "What's the problem?"

"What's with that turtle shell on your back? Why are you carrying that thing in the competition?"

Isob pointed to the turtle shell on Wukong's back.

The tortoise shell no longer gleamed with a cold metallic sheen, because it was covered with a soft outer shell, making it look just like a real tortoise shell.

This was made by Vivi back in Alabasta because she thought that a soft shell would prevent Goku from getting hurt.

Wukong did not refuse, because carrying him like this was indeed much more comfortable than before.

"Don't worry about it. I carry it with me every day, I'm used to it," Wukong said with a smile, scratching his head.

"Memorize it every day?" Isob raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Your hobby is certainly unique."

He didn't ask any more questions, but instead assumed a fighting stance, looking at Wukong with confidence: "Then let's begin, I will defeat you quickly."

Wukong also smiled eagerly, assumed a fighting stance, and said, "I will definitely be the one to win this battle."

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A gentle breeze swept across the arena.

Under the unblinking gaze of the audience, Isob suddenly moved.

"Wolf Howl Nine Heavens Fist!!"

He dashed out quickly, his legs crossing over each other on the ground, leaving afterimages.

In the dim light, it seemed as if a wolf king with jet-black fur appeared beside him, running towards Wukong together.

Wukong remained calm and stood guard, waiting for the enemy to attack.

The next second, Isob rushed in front of him, his fists flying like thunder, raining blows down on all parts of Goku's body.

At this moment, the wolf king overlapped with his figure, baring its fangs and its brown vertical pupils revealing a fierce look. As Isob threw a punch, it pounced fiercely at Goku!

clap clap clap! !

clap clap clap! !

Amidst the barrage of attacks, Wukong dodged and blocked with the agility of a monkey, remaining unscathed no matter how Isobu attacked.

Isob was slightly startled by what he saw, so he quickened his pace of attack, escalating the downpour into a torrential downpour.

The audience could no longer see the two men's movements clearly; they were dazzled and widened their eyes, holding their breath as they waited to see the outcome of their confrontation.

After a while, Isob, who had been unable to break through, stopped attacking, took a step back a few meters, and looked at Goku with a solemn expression.

"I thought I had a clear understanding of your strength, but I underestimated you."

He had watched the entire elimination round of Goku and thought he had analyzed Goku's strength, but he didn't expect Goku to be even stronger than he had predicted.

"Hehe." Wukong chuckled, touching the tip of his nose.

Then, as if he had just thought of something, he said crisply, "By the way, your move reminded me of a friend. Your boxing style is very similar to his."

"Hmm? Similar to my boxing style?"

Isob was stunned. His boxing style was not learned from his predecessors, but was created by himself.

So far, he has not met anyone whose boxing style is similar to his.

"Yes, that's it."

Wukong made a claw-like gesture with his hands and struck a peculiar pose in front of him.

If Ruoya Mucha were here, he would be astonished to find that this is the starting stance of his self-created Wolf Fang Wind Fist!

Wukong had already learned this move from him!

Isob's brow furrowed; he had already discerned similarities between Goku's starting stance and his own fighting style.

He assumed the starting stance of the Wolf Howling Nine Heavens Fist and solemnly said, "In that case, let me take a good look at your friend's fist techniques."

The two men stared intently at each other with sharp eyes.

The next instant, the two moved swiftly, rushing towards each other like arrows released from a bow.

"Wolf Fang Wind Fist!"

"Wolf Howl Nine Heavens Fist!"

Two wolf king phantoms, each with a fierce look in their eyes and different shapes, appeared behind the two, exuding a chilling aura, and roared as they pounced on each other.

The next second, as the two clashed, the two wolf kings also pounced on each other, their sharp claws and teeth tearing at one another, each attack displaying ferocity.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Wolf Fang Wind Fist and Wolf Howl Nine Heavens Fist are both fist techniques that emphasize ferocity and speed. The arms swing rapidly to create a dense barrage of attacks that leave the opponent overwhelmed, defeating the opponent with maximum speed, just like a wolf.

Now that the two are using similar punching techniques, the only way to determine who is faster will be to see who is superior!

Damn, his speed!

Isob grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, realizing he was completely outmatched and could only manage to defend himself, with no strength left to launch a counterattack.

Shortly after, with a muffled thud, Goku's fist landed heavily on Isobu's face, sending him flying.

Isobu stood up, covering his swollen face, and looked at Goku with a complicated expression.

After a long silence, he slowly said, "I lost."

He had used all his strength in the fight, which he was so proud of, but he was completely outmatched.

This shows that he is no match for Goku, and if the fight continues, his chances of winning are almost zero.

Since that's the case, it's better not to continue making a fool of yourself here and just admit defeat early.

Upon hearing his words, Wukong blinked in astonishment: "What did you say? You're not going to fight anymore?"

After making the decision, Isop felt less burdened. He looked at Goku and smiled, "Yes, I'm not fighting anymore. I can't beat you now."

"By the way, what's your friend's name? I'd really like to meet him."

Wukong replied, "His name is Yamcha."

"Yamcha?" Isob pondered for a moment, realizing he had never heard of the name before.

"Where is he? I really want to see him and discuss boxing with him."

Goku blinked, then scratched his face: "Well... I don't know where he is now. He should be with Bulma. Oh, Bulma said she was going back to West Capital, so he might be in West Capital now too."

"Xidu?" Isob was stunned, because he had never heard of this place name in the country.

Is he from outside? No wonder he's never heard of such a person before.

Isobu understood and didn't press the matter further. Instead, he walked towards the edge of the ring: "When I become stronger, I'll challenge you to another match. Son Goku, next time, I definitely won't lose to you."

He waved his hand, jumped off the stage, walked to the host, and calmly said, "He won, I concede."

After saying that, before the host could react, he tossed his flowing hair and left gracefully.

The host was stunned.

The entire audience was stunned, unable to recover from this sudden turn of events.

After a few seconds, the host finally realized what was happening.

He charged onto the arena like a whirlwind, raised Goku's hand, and shouted, "Isob concedes! Let's congratulate the winner of the fifth qualifying match—Son Goku!!!"

The silent stadium was suddenly filled with deafening sound waves.

"Ooooh!!"

"Sun Wukong!! Sun Wukong!! Sun Wukong!!"

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