Little Goku's Great Adventure Starting from One Piece

Chapter 162 A Battle of Evenly Matched Strength! (Two Chapters Combined)

"Let's welcome the contestant taking the stage in the first semi-final match."

"Sun Wukong and Xia Shan!!"

On the stage, the host shouted loudly, his neck veins bulging.

"Sun Wukong! Sun Wukong! Sun Wukong!"

"Natsuyama! Natsuyama! Natsuyama!"

As Wukong and Xia Shan appeared, a deafening sound wave swept in from all directions, making everyone's heads buzz.

Faced with such a grand scene, those with weaker mental fortitude were already trembling, while Wukong remained unfazed, smiling and waving to the audience.

"Hehe, hello everyone!"

"Sun Wukong, are you confident about this match?"

After taking the stage, the host asked the usual questions.

"Yes!" Wukong replied without hesitation.

"So, is there anything you'd like to say to Mr. Natsuyama?"

"What do you want to say?" Wukong blinked, then smiled and said, "I'm really looking forward to this match with the old man. I think he'll be a great opponent."

"I see." The host nodded, then turned his gaze to Xia Shan and asked the same question.

"Xia Shan, are you confident you can win this match?"

Xia Shan stood with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless: "I'm not interested in winning or losing the game."

"Oh? It seems that Xia Shan isn't a very competitive player. May I ask why you're participating in the martial arts tournament?"

"I came here to participate in the competition just to see whether the martial arts skills of the younger generation in my Xia country have improved or regressed."

The host immediately showed respect: "It seems you are a senior who cares about future generations. So, having competed this far, have you reached a conclusion?"

"So far, it's been rather average. I hope to see more impressive performances from the younger players in the upcoming matches," Xia Shan said calmly.

"So what are your thoughts on the Sun Wukong contestant?"

"I'm really looking forward to this match."

"I understand. In that case, without further ado, I hereby declare the first semi-final match officially open!!"

As the host spoke, he quickly stepped off the stage and handed it over to the two competitors.

In the audience, many people had developed a good impression of Xia Shan because of his performance yesterday.

But after hearing his comments about the younger generation's mediocre martial arts skills, I immediately went from being a fan to a hater.

"That old guy is way too arrogant. Who does he think he is? He just got lucky and beat Lewandowski, so he dares to make such comments!"

"Exactly! He's only reached this level of skill at his age, what right does he have to comment on the younger generation of fighters?"

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"Sun Wukong! You absolutely must make us proud! Defeat this old guy soundly! Let's see if he feels ashamed of what he just said!"

The audience unanimously supported Goku, after all, Goku was the biggest dark horse of this martial arts tournament.

Who would have thought that such a young child could make it to the semi-finals?

The more they regretted the age gap with Wukong before, the greater their surprise and anticipation for him are now.

They were eager to see if Goku could make it to the finals, or even win the championship of this year's martial arts tournament.

If such a thing were to actually happen, they would go crazy over it.

Upstairs, because Nami knew a little more about Natsuyama than the average viewer, she didn't dismiss his remarks.

She asked Glacia out of curiosity, "I have a feeling that this old man is extraordinary. He must be a very senior figure in your country, but judging from the audience's reaction, it seems that no one recognizes him."

Glacia gazed at the ring and said softly, "I also think he's extraordinary, but I've never heard of him before."

"You haven't heard of it either? That's a bit strange."

"It's normal that you haven't heard of it."

At that moment, Nicholas interrupted, and Nami and Gracia looked over.

"Because he didn't use his real name in this competition."

Nicholas looked at Xia Shan on the ring with admiration.

"His real name is Xia Dongqing, and he was the champion of the martial arts tournament thirty-five years ago!"

The warm sunlight shone on the arena, casting a shadow of the two people on it.

Wukong lowered his body, assumed a fighting stance, and his brown tail swayed continuously.

"Grandpa, we can finally have a proper showdown."

Wukong smiled and looked at Xia Shan with excitement.

Xia Shan nodded slightly and adopted a common starting stance.

A gust of wind blew by, and the two of them suddenly moved.

Wukong shot towards Xia Shan like an arrow released from a bow, lowered his body, and unleashed a sweeping leg kick that created a whooshing sound. "Hmm."

I scanned it.

Xia Shan seemed to have anticipated this. As he swept out, he leaped up and jumped directly over Wukong's head, landing behind him.

Immediately, a spinning whip kick, carrying immense power, swept towards Wukong.

Swish! !

Unexpectedly, when he swept his foot across Wukong, Wukong vanished like a bubble.

Clearly, Wukong's true form had already left the spot, leaving only an afterimage behind!

Seeing this, Xia Shan remained calm, suddenly turned around and raised his arm to catch a punch coming from behind.

Bang! !

The source of the punch behind him was none other than Wukong. He grinned, and his excitement grew even more when he saw Xia Shan take the blow.

He jumped back a few meters, then lightly touched the ground with his toes and rushed back to Xia Shan, his two fists leaving afterimages as he continuously attacked Xia Shan.

Xia Shan remained expressionless, swinging his fists to counter Wukong's attacks.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

The two moved with the agility of rabbits and the swiftness of swallows, their movements as fierce as a battle between wild beasts.

As the two clashed fiercely, a continuous series of collisions echoed from the arena.

The audience could no longer clearly see the specifics of the fight between the two; they could only stare at the slowed-down footage on the big screen.

After witnessing the intense and dangerous fight between the two, everyone was shocked.

"This...this is their true strength? They're actually this powerful?!"

Below the ring, Lewandowski, his head bandaged, watched the fight on stage, his fists clenched tightly.

"That old bastard, he was hiding so much strength, damn it!"

In the next semi-final, A-Xing's opponent, Zelasib, watched the battle with a solemn expression, muttering, "I am far from being their match."

Inside the pavilion, Gracia leaned on the railing, gazing intently, completely absorbed.

Is this Goku's true strength? My future husband is so powerful.

This, this really makes me so happy!

While the audience was still reeling from the shock, the two fighters on the ring suddenly separated.

Neither of them showed any signs of injury, and their breathing was as stable as it had been before the fight.

Wukong's eyes were already blazing with fighting spirit. He smiled slightly and said, "Grandpa, my warm-up is over. Now I'm going to get serious. You'd better watch out."

Xia Shan gave Wukong a deep look, and then surprisingly, he revealed a slight smile.

"That's exactly what I was thinking too."

Although their previous fight seemed intense, both of them knew in their hearts that it was just a warm-up battle, and their true skills were only just about to be unleashed.

In order to clearly capture the sounds in the ring, powerful microphones were placed in the four corners of the ring, so the conversation between the two was clearly captured and amplified to the ears of everyone.

When they heard that the previous battle was just a warm-up, everyone was dumbfounded, their mouths agape.

"What?! A warm-up?! They said that was just a warm-up?!"

On the arena, Wukong and Xia Shan ignored the noise outside and focused all their attention on each other.

Xia Shan no longer adopted the common starting stance, but instead lowered his waist and took a T-stance with his front and back feet.

Keep your back straight like a bow, and raise your arms in front of your chest with your elbows bent.

The fingers are bent, with the fingertips slightly clenched, resembling a sickle.

"Huh? What kind of pose is this?" Goku was a little curious as he saw this starting stance for the first time.

"Mantis Fist," Xia Shan slowly uttered a name.

At this moment, he resembled a mantis poised to pounce, his gaze less profound and more sharp, exuding an involuntary fierce aura.

"Mantis Fist? This is the first time I've heard of it." Wukong blinked.

"Then you'd better see for yourself today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Shan glided to Wukong's side, swayed his waist and shook his arms, his hands, shaped like a mantis's sickle, struck Wukong's vulnerable spots with lightning speed.

Wanting to observe this novel boxing technique, Wukong did not make a move. Instead, he dodged left and right while retreating step by step, barely managing to avoid Xia Shan's attack.

But he underestimated Xia Shan, or rather, he underestimated Xia Shan when he used his best skills.

Xia Shan was like a real praying mantis, agile and imposing. He was quick-witted, quick-handed, quick-footed, and quick-bodyed. He circled around Wukong and attacked with a series of quick and unpredictable moves!

Suddenly, Xia Shan seized the opportunity precisely and struck Wukong's shoulder hard with a finger, causing Wukong's body to stiffen.

Following closely behind, Xia Shan pressed his advantage, seizing the opportunity when Wukong's body froze and his reaction was a beat slower. His two fingers, like scythes that could find a needle in a crack, struck various parts of Wukong's body in a short period of time.

Finally, he transformed his fingers into a palm and struck Wukong, sending him flying.

This sudden scene stunned all the viewers.

"Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong was defeated by Xia Shan?!"

The first thought that popped into everyone's head was disbelief.

Gracia, who had been leisurely watching the match while leaning on the railing, straightened up and exclaimed, "Goku!!"

Beside her, Nami also clenched her fists for a moment, but she remained calm and patted Gracia's hand, saying, "It's okay. Don't underestimate Goku. He won't be defeated by an opponent like this, even if the opponent is a champion from decades ago."

After knocking Wukong away, Xia Shan withdrew his hand, put his hands behind his back, and remained expressionless.

Wukong, who had been knocked away, lay face down on the ground, completely motionless.

Seeing this, the host decided to start a countdown.

Before he could even utter the word "ten," Wukong raised his head, pushed himself up with both hands, and sat up in one swift motion. He grimaced and rubbed his head and then his body.

"Ouch—it really hurts a bit."

Wukong raised his arm in front of his eyes and found that there were many red marks on it.

These red marks are where Xia Shan's previous attacks landed.

"Hey grandpa, your Mantis Kung Fu is pretty impressive!"

Wukong raised his head and looked at Xia Shan with a grin.

Xia Shan looked at him calmly, but was somewhat surprised.

A normal person would have been incapacitated by his previous attacks by now.

But Wukong only complained of pain; his body seemed almost unaffected.

This little guy is really surprising me more and more.

He thought to himself.

He had already started paying attention to his opponent when Goku won the elimination round.

As his opponent won time and time again, he took him more and more seriously, and was also very happy that such a talented martial arts prodigy had emerged in his country.

And now, Wukong has surprised him once again, causing a slight ripple in his usually calm state of mind.

"Come on, little brother!! Don't lose!!"

When they saw Wukong stand up again, the audience couldn't help but cheer him on at the top of their lungs.

"Hehe, I definitely won't lose!"

Wukong smiled and waved to them before turning his gaze back to Xia Shan.

Immediately afterwards, he scratched his head with his right hand, scratched his butt with his left hand, wagged his tail, and squeaked like a monkey.

Ok?

This scene left Xia Shan momentarily stunned.

What kind of action is this?

Before he could figure it out, Wukong darted over like a monkey, then leaped up and grabbed at his face.

Xia Shan raised his hand to block, but unexpectedly Wukong stepped on his palm and leaped over his head.

Hmm? This weight?

Xia Shan keenly sensed that something was amiss.

At that moment, Wukong, who had already leaped behind him, suddenly swept his tail like a whip, lashing him hard across the face and sending him flying.

"What kind of boxing technique is that?"

Xia Shan got up from the ground with a red mark on his face.

Ignoring the burning pain on his face, he stared intently at Wukong and asked.

"Hehe, this is my own monkey fist style."

Wukong jumped and leaped around like a monkey, scratching his ears and cheeks.

This scene had the audience laughing out loud.

"Hahaha! This is hilarious, it looks just like a monkey!"

"You know what, with that tail behind him, he looks exactly like a monkey!"

On the stage, Xia Shan was slightly taken aback.

A self-created monkey fist style?

He chuckled to himself; this little guy was getting more and more interesting.

"Then let's see if your monkey fist can beat my mantis fist."

He adopted the starting stance of Mantis Boxing once again.

Wukong continued to imitate the monkey scratching its ears and cheeks.

Then, the two charged at each other and began fighting again.

Soon after, Wukong's figure broke free of the battle like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily ten meters away.

His self-created Monkey Fist technique was too short-lived and had many flaws. Against a opponent whose technique was already quite mature and who had mastered the Mantis Fist technique, it was only natural that he would be no match.

"Hehe, it seems my monkey fist can't beat you." Although he was defeated by Xia Shan, Wukong was not discouraged and laughed carefree.

He then decided to stop with all the fancy stuff, reverted to his normal starting stance, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit, and the tortoise shell still strapped to his back.

"This time, I'm really going to get serious!"