Little Goku's Great Adventure Starting from One Piece

Chapter 158 Using Four Ounces to Deflect a Thousand Pounds (Part Two)

"Yay!! Goku won!! Goku won!!"

Robin smiled and said softly, "Yes, Goku won."

Up in the pavilion, Nicholas stroked his chin, watching Goku receive cheers on the arena, and remarked, "This kid actually won, it's really unexpected."

Yamasi said in a deep voice, "His opponent is also quite strong. This kid was clearly holding back when he showed us his strength before."

The two of them were unaware that Crocodile, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, had been defeated by Goku alone; otherwise, they wouldn't be so surprised.

"This little guy's next opponent, hohoho! That's going to be very interesting."

"6

Nicholas recalled the race schedule, a look of keen interest flashing in his eyes.

After Goku's match, the sixth qualifying match was against Gray, who was considered a strong contender for the championship.

On the ring, Gray's agile figure flashed around, and his thunderous attacks struck his opponent from all sorts of tricky angles, leaving his opponent exhausted and forced to retreat repeatedly.

Suddenly, Gray seized the opportunity, twisted his waist and swung his leg, delivering a 180-degree spinning back kick that landed hard on his opponent's shoulder and neck.

Under this heavy blow, the opponent's eyes rolled back, his legs went weak, he knelt forward, and collapsed to the ground unconscious.

After the host finished the ten-second countdown, the medical staff waiting in the audience rushed up, lifted the contestant onto a stretcher, and sent him to the medical room.

The host then raised Gray's hand and loudly announced Gray's victory.

In an instant, the arena erupted in cheers once again, with countless spectators blushing and wildly chanting the name of Grey.

"Wukong, it looks like he'll be your next opponent."

In the wrestlers' rest area, Sanji puffed on a cigarette while watching Gray.

"This person has no weaknesses in terms of strength, speed, or explosiveness. He is a formidable opponent, but I think you, Goku, should have no problem defeating him."

"Wow!!" (I think so too!)

Pupu raised her left hand to indicate her agreement, while grabbing the pastries prepared for them by the organizers with her right hand and popping them into her mouth, her face full of joy.

"Hehe, that's what I think too," Wukong said with a grin, holding the back of his head.

"where is the bathroom?"

After stepping off the ring, Gray asked a staff member.

The staff member pointed to a doorway on the side of the field: "Go in through that door, turn right, turn left, then turn right again and you'll see it."

Gray nodded and walked over.

Not far away, Wukong overheard their conversation and, as if infected, suddenly felt an urge to urinate.

So he jumped off the chair and chased after Gray, shouting, "I need to use the restroom too!"

Gray walked unhurriedly toward the door. Because he was wearing a mask, no one could see his face or his expression.

In addition, he didn't talk much, which gave him a cold and aloof appearance. So even when other contestants passed by, no one talked to him. He was one of the few lonely people among the contestants.

As he reached the door, Wukong caught up with him and called out, "Hey! Hello!"

Gray paused, turning his head to look.

After seeing Wukong's face clearly, a deep voice came from behind the mask: "What is it?"

Wukong, with his hands behind his head, grinned and said, "No, I'm here to use the restroom too."

"oh."

Gray responded and turned to continue walking forward, with Goku following behind him.

"Hey, we're rivals now, and I'm really looking forward to our match."

"Hmm," Gray replied curtly, without saying anything more.

"Why are you wearing this thing on your face?" Wukong asked curiously.

Gray did not answer, his indifference as cold as an iceberg.

Wukong blinked, sensing that this person didn't seem to like talking, so he gave up the idea of ​​continuing the conversation and simply followed behind the other person in silence.

After a few turns, the toilet sign soon appeared ahead.

As he passed the restroom, Gray continued walking without stopping.

Wukong stopped and looked up at the toilet next to him, confirming that this was indeed the toilet.

So he turned back and shouted to the other person, "Hey! You've gone past the right spot, the toilet's right here!"

Gray paused for a moment, then replied, "You go ahead, I have something to do, I'll come back later."

After saying that, he continued walking forward, and his figure quickly disappeared around the corner ahead.

Wukong scratched his face and muttered, "That's really strange. He clearly passed by the toilet, so why didn't he finish his business before going to do his thing? Doesn't he feel uncomfortable holding in his pee?"

Although he was puzzled, he didn't think much of it and went into the toilet to take a nice piss.

He quickly fastened his pants and walked out with a satisfied smile.

However, he quickly turned around, went back inside, turned on the tap in front of the sink, and carefully washed his hands.

"Bulma said that you should wash your hands after urinating, that's hygienic."

He muttered to himself until he had washed his hands clean, then turned off the tap, left the toilet, and walked back the way he came.

After he had been gone for a while, Gray reappeared around the corner.

Seeing the empty passageway, he quickly walked to the toilet door.

After confirming that no one was around, he hurriedly went inside.

"I hereby declare! The winner of this match is Natsuyama!!"

On the stage, Xia Shan and his opponent fought fiercely for hundreds of rounds before a winner was finally decided.

Although the audience did not consider him a strong contender for the championship, they still gave him a deafening cheer.

After all, while an overwhelming victory in a battle may seem exciting, it's not truly satisfying.

Battles like Xia Shan's, where he fights hundreds of rounds before a victor emerges, are incredibly exciting to watch.

Just for this thrill, they have to offer their passion.

Soon, the first round of qualifying matches came to its final game, a match for Lewandowski.

As one of the top contenders for the championship, Lewandowski's Flying Shadow Eighteen Kicks make him even more formidable than his brother Leon.

Shortly after the start of the match, he delivered a stunning and powerful kick, sending his opponent flying out of the ring and securing the victory.

Thus, the list of eight players who successfully advanced from the first round of the qualifying competition was officially released.

After displaying the list on the big screen for the audience to see, the host immediately announced that, in order to ensure the contestants have sufficient energy for the upcoming matches, the second round of qualifying matches would be held in one hour.

During this period, troupes performing songs, dances, and acrobatics will present wonderful performances.

In the cafeteria, Wukong was sitting at the table wolfing down his food, which disappeared at lightning speed.

Not far away, Iron Anchor did the same thing, even more exaggeratedly than Wukong. He simply poured the plate into his mouth, and all the dishes on the plate fell into his mouth.

Without any chewing, it all went down into my stomach.

To replenish their energy, almost all the athletes have come here to eat, and apart from Gray, no one knows where he went.

After Lewandowski finished his meal, he wiped his mouth and glanced around, his gaze landing on Xia Shan, who was not far away, holding a bowl and sipping his porridge.

Then he stood up, walked up to his opponent, crossed his arms, and laughed, "Hey, old man, your next opponent is me. I'm saying, do you want to give up this match early? I don't want to beat you badly in the ring."

His words were full of confidence, as if Xia Shan's inability to defeat him was already a foregone conclusion.

Xia Shan ignored him, not even glancing up at him, and continued to sip her porridge.

Lewandowski immediately felt embarrassed and snorted coldly, "Hmph! I gave you the chance, but since you didn't want it, don't blame me for being ruthless in the match later!"

After saying that, seeing that Xia Shan still ignored him, he turned around and left the cafeteria quickly.

Time flies.

Soon, the one-hour break was over.

Because there were continuous song, dance, and acrobatic performances to keep the atmosphere lively, the audience's excitement in the arena hardly diminished.

After the troupe left the stage, the host seamlessly stepped onto the stage and loudly announced that the second round of the qualifying competition was now officially beginning!

In an instant, the atmosphere in the arena became even more heated, with cheers resounding everywhere.

"The first match will be between our Ah Xing and our Iron Anchor! These two players have maintained an unstoppable momentum since the start of the competition. What kind of fierce battle will they unleash? Who will be the ultimate victor? Let's wait and see!!"

The host shouted with great enthusiasm.

The audience members also turned red in the face and started arguing back and forth.

"Ah Xing will definitely win! Look at how he completely dominated his opponents in the previous battles; that shows just how skilled he is!"

"Bullshit! Anchor is much stronger. Does Ah Xing have Anchor's strength? Or can he even break Anchor's defense? If he just stands still and lets Ah Xing hit him, he wouldn't be able to hurt a single hair on Anchor's head!"

The audience was divided, with half praising Ah Xing and the other half praising Tie Mao, neither willing to give in.

Amidst the noisy atmosphere, Ah Xing and Iron Anchor stepped onto the ring and stood facing each other.

Standing at only 1.7 meters tall, Ah Xing looks like a child next to the 3-4 meter tall iron anchor; the difference in size is obvious.

It can be said that the two are many weight classes apart.

"Listen to this, the audience is arguing about who will win," Anchor grinned.

"Isn't this better?" Ah Xing smiled slightly.

"Hahaha! Of course, that's excellent." Anchor laughed, then changed the subject: "But they won't be arguing for long, because I will defeat you soon."

Ah Xing, still smiling, said gently, "It seems you're very confident in yourself?"

"Of course, I'm determined to win the championship. Whoever it is, I'll beat them to a pulp." Iron Anchor clenched his fist, exuding a ferocious aura like a beast.

The two said no more.

As soon as the host announced the start of the competition, Iron Anchor moved instantly, raising his hammer-like fist and slamming it down hard on Ah Xing!

boom!!

After a cloud of dust cleared, a cracked and riddled pit appeared on the sturdy arena.

Ah Xing, who had moved aside, glanced at the pit and exclaimed, "Your strength is indeed terrifying."

"If you're scared, just admit defeat!" Anchor grinned, and his two iron fists came crashing down on Ah Xing again.

But Ah Xing was like a slippery eel, managing to evade every attack perfectly.

During the dodge, Ah Xing found an opportunity. Just as Iron Anchor's old strength was gone and his new strength had not yet arrived, Ah Xing rushed forward and delivered a fierce punch to Iron Anchor.

But as those who supported Iron Anchor said, his punches didn't have much of an effect on Iron Anchor.

"Your fists are too weak! You can't defeat me like that!"

After the anchor smashed another hole in the ring, it withdrew its hand and looked at Ah Xing, who had already retreated a distance, with a contemptuous smile.

"Is that so?" Ah Xing still wore a calm smile, as if he was not flustered by the situation.

"I'll see how long you can keep laughing!" Anchor lay prone, adopting a monkey-like charging posture, and then charged at Ah Xing with lightning speed.

"Can you knock Ah Xing out of the ring?"

The audience held their breath, staring intently at the scene without daring to blink.

Last time, the anchor defeated its opponent with this incredibly fast move. Can it be replicated this time?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ah Xing seemed to have anticipated this, leaping up as the anchor charged towards him and dodging the attack from above.

"How many times can you avoid it?"

Iron Anchor quickly braked, turned around, and charged at Ah Xing again.

This time, Ah Xing didn't jump, but instead dodged to the side to avoid the attack.

For a time, the arena was filled with comical scenes of you bumping into me and me dodging, you bumping into me again and me dodging again.

Iron Anchor stared intently at Ah Xing, looking determined to knock him off the stage.

Ah Xing skillfully dodged the attacks, but his dodging positions were unknowingly moving closer to the edge of the ring.

After Iron Anchor launched another attack, Ah Xing dodged to a position about five meters from the edge of the ring.

Anchor habitually turned around and charged at him again.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to reach Ah Xing, he suddenly stopped the car, stood up, and began swinging his fists at Ah Xing again.

"Do you think I didn't notice you were leading me to the edge of the ring, trying to make me fall off? Do you really think I'm that stupid?"

With a cold smile, Iron Anchor swung his two iron fists, creating afterimages like an impenetrable wall, constantly forcing Ah Xing towards the edge of the ring.

"While you were scheming against me, I was also scheming against you. Let's see where you can hide this time!"

Under his relentless barrage of attacks, Ah Xing retreated step by step, getting closer and closer to the edge of the ring.

Four meters.

three meters.

Two meters.

one meter!

The viewers who supported Ah Xing held their breath, their expressions tense as they cried out, "Ah Xing, you can't back down anymore! You're going to fall! You're going to fall!"

On the other hand, the viewers who supported Iron Anchor were all beaming with joy, saying smugly, "See! I told you Iron Anchor was the best! Your Ah Xing is powerless to turn the tide!"

Just as one side was overjoyed while the other was filled with sorrow, the situation on the stage suddenly changed!

Seeing that Ah Xing had nowhere to avoid it and was only one punch away from being blasted out of the ring, Iron Anchor's eyes lit up with joy. He pulled back his right fist to gather power, resembling a fully drawn bow.

Then he slammed his fist down on Ah Xing, determined to eliminate Ah Xing completely with this one blow!

But just as he threw his fist, Ah Xing suddenly appeared below his arm, as if he already knew that the punch would be aimed there.

As his fist swung forward with unstoppable force, Ah Xing, with her back to him, grabbed his arm with both hands and used the force to pull him forward with all her might!

Bang! !

In an instant, Iron Anchor's body left the ground, and then it drew an arc in the air before being slammed out of the ring by Ah Xing using an over-the-shoulder throw!

This happened in the blink of an eye.

When the anchor slammed into the ground, kicking up dust, no one realized what was happening.

The arena fell into a sudden, deathly silence.

Three seconds later, the highly professional host finally snapped out of it, raised the microphone to his mouth, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Anchor has fallen out of the ring!! I declare Ah Xing the winner of this match!!!"

boom!!!

His words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing an uproar in the entire room.

The audience who supported Ah Xing shook off their previous dejection and shouted Ah Xing's name with flushed faces, while the audience who supported Tie Mao were stunned in their seats, unable to believe what they were seeing.

But not long after, as the exciting scene of Ah Xing throwing the anchor out of the ring was played on a loop on the surrounding large screens, these spectators immediately changed sides and joined the cheering crowd chanting for Ah Xing.

"Was that final step also something that guy planned out?"

Sanji narrowed his eyes, giving A-Xing a serious look as he watched him receive cheers on the stage. He remarked, "If that's the case, this guy is even more terrifying than I imagined."

Wukong, holding his head, laughed heartlessly and said, "Hehe, no matter how strong he is, I will definitely defeat him."

Although he doesn't know yet whether he will face off against Ah Xing, he has a strange feeling that he and Ah Xing will definitely have a showdown, right here on this stage!

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