Little Goku's Great Adventure Starting from One Piece

Chapter 163 The Final Battle: Wukong Falls Flat on His Back (Part 2)

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Wukong and Xia Shan attacked quickly, their fists and legs colliding fiercely, producing a series of muffled thuds.

The two figures flashed rapidly on the arena, so fast that even when the playback speed on the big screen was turned down to the slowest setting, only afterimages could be seen, and the actual combat between the two could not be seen.

The stands were eerily silent; everyone stared in disbelief at the most intense martial arts tournament to date.

The match, which featured the highest level of skill, left me speechless with awe.

Many spectators felt frustrated because they found it hard to accept that their opponents had such a large skill gap with them.

Of all the contestants, only Ah Xing remained calm and composed. Although his expression was equally focused and serious, a self-assured smile always lingered at the corners of his mouth.

On the arena, Xia Shan's fingers, capable of easily piercing a stone, fiercely and swiftly struck Wukong's arm.

But at the same time, Goku's fist also swung out, landing heavily on his face.

The next second, one took two steps back, grimacing and rubbing his arm, while the other flew backward like a kite with a broken string, bracing himself on the ground with one hand, doing a somersault in the air before landing back on the ground somewhat unsteadily.

"Huff! Huff!"

At this moment, Xia Shan had several bruises on his face, fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and his chest was heaving violently, clearly indicating that he had exhausted a lot of energy.

In contrast, Wukong's arms were covered in red marks, causing him waves of soreness, and he was also panting heavily.

The two have been fighting fiercely for twenty minutes now.

In those twenty minutes, the two used all their skills, exchanging blows, one pointing at the other, the other throwing a punch, seemingly evenly matched.

"Grandpa, you're really amazing!"

Wukong grinned.

Although he had exhausted a lot of energy, he had no intention of unloading the weight on his body.

He also wanted to push himself to the limit, to hone his skills in this evenly matched battle.

If he were freed from his burdens, he could defeat Xia Shan quickly, but then he wouldn't grow and it would be meaningless.

"You're the most amazing little guy I've ever met in my life."

Xia Shan was panting heavily, and a slight smile appeared on his face, despite his usually serious demeanor.

His gaze shifted from Wukong to the tortoise shell behind him, a glint of light flashing in his deep pupils.

He was now certain that the little guy was carrying a heavy load on his back.

This surprised him greatly.

The fact that this little guy could still unleash such strength, speed, and explosiveness while carrying a heavy load, and fight to a standstill, means that the opponent's true strength is far greater than that.

Upon reaching this conclusion, he felt not only shock but also immense relief.

A senior like him would not normally participate in martial arts tournaments to bully the younger generation.

The reason he chose to participate in this martial arts tournament was that the champions of the recent tournaments had been getting worse and worse, but they were still being heavily promoted by the public, who believed that these people could be compared to, or even surpass, the previous champions.

To prevent this from continuing, he was persuaded by his old friend to return to the sport, ready to show contemporary athletes what true champion status looks like.

Of course, he wouldn't bully these new generation players.

If someone can force him to use half of his strength, he will acknowledge that the other person is qualified to win the championship, and he himself will choose to concede defeat.

But if no one can force him to use half of his strength, then... it goes without saying that the champion of this martial arts tournament will be him, but he will not accept the title of champion and will leave it vacant.

The purpose is to instill shame in the new generation of athletes, motivate them to strive harder, train more diligently, and enable the next martial arts tournament to shine with its former glory.

But he never expected that in the semi-finals, he would encounter an opponent that he could not defeat even though he had given it his all.

Because he was eager to fight, he didn't rush to admit defeat, but instead kept showing his strength to compete with Wukong.

As his strength gradually increased, he became more and more interested in Goku, regarding Goku as a true opponent, a rare and formidable adversary who would give him his all.

Even after he unleashed his full power and fought Wukong for hundreds of rounds, neither of them could gain the upper hand.

Furthermore, it was discovered that the other party was suppressing their strength.

What an amazing little guy! It seems that my Char Aznable Kingdom has a worthy successor.

Xia Shan was extremely pleased that such an outstanding descendant had emerged in Xia Ya Kingdom.

With such a successor emerging, he need not worry about the martial arts association declining.

Since that's the case, there's no point in him staying on this stage any longer. He should just give up the stage and let the young people show their skills.

Thinking of this, he put his hands behind his back, smiled, and said to Wukong, "Little guy, I am so happy to see such an outstanding junior like you today. I look forward to your future growth."

After saying that, he walked to the edge of the ring on his own and jumped down without hesitation.

"Host, I concede."

He nodded to the bewildered host and then walked towards the contestants' rest area.

On the arena, even Wukong was stunned by this unexpected turn of events.

He scratched his head, watching Xia Shan's retreating figure, and finally couldn't help but call out, "Grandpa! Why are you leaving? We're not finished fighting yet!"

"I can't beat you. Little guy, save your energy for the finals." Xia Shan waved his hand without turning his head.

Inside the pavilion, Nami was greatly surprised by Xia Shan's admission of defeat: "This old man actually admitted defeat?"

Then her face lit up with joy: "So that means Goku only has one last match left. If he wins this one, he'll be the champion! And the 30 million Berries will be his!"

Hearing her mutterings, Gracia blinked and asked, "Are you short of money? If so, I have some that I can give you."

Although her marriage to Wukong was put on hold, it did not prevent her from considering Wukong and his companions as her own.

She will do everything she can to help her own people when they are in trouble.

"I don't lack money, I don't lack money."

Nami quickly waved her hand.

"We still have a lot of money left, and with the 30 million bonus that Wukong is about to receive, we'll be even less short of money."

"Oh, oh." Gracia nodded thoughtfully.

He added, "If you need money or anything else, please let me know."

"No problem!" Nami said with a smile.

He paused for a moment, as if remembering something, and said, "Well... speaking of which, there is indeed a favor I'd like to ask you for."

'

After the first semi-final match, it was time for A-Xing to face Zelaxibu.

As expected by the audience, Zelasib was easily defeated by Ah Xing, and the entire match lasted less than three minutes.

"I never expected that of the four champions we saw before, only Ah Xing made it to the finals."

"Judging from this, Ah Xing is the strongest of the four. Even little brother Sun Wukong probably can't beat him."

"You can't say that. Didn't you see the fight between Sun Wukong and Xia Shan? Their fight was much more intense than Ah Xing's. Ah Xing may have performed well, but he's not at that level yet. In my opinion, the champion should definitely be Sun Wukong!"

The audience was divided into two camps: one camp believed that Ah Xing, who had shown ease throughout the competition, would be the champion of this martial arts tournament, while the other camp believed that Wu Kong, who had demonstrated significantly stronger abilities, would be the ultimate champion.

The two sides argued endlessly, neither able to convince the other.

After the semi-finals, it was time for the familiar song, dance, and acrobatic troupe performance.

To allow the athletes to get sufficient rest, this break will last for one and a half hours.

Exhausted, Wukong rushed to the cafeteria without a second thought and feasted there.

Ah Xing, however, went to a deserted little garden, sat down under a tree, and closed his eyes to rest.

in this way...

The break time passed quickly.

"What? You're forfeiting the rest of the match?"

In the rest area, the host stared at Xia Shan in astonishment.

Before the final match begins, the third place in this martial arts tournament will be decided by a duel between the two semi-finalists.

But Xia Shan suddenly told him that he was going to withdraw from the competition and would not compete for third place.

"Well, I've already achieved my goal of participating in the martial arts tournament. There's no point in competing anymore. Let's leave the ring to those two young men."

Xia Shan sat in the chair and nodded slightly.

"I understand, we respect your choice." The host pondered for a while before finally nodding slowly.

Zerasib, who already knew he had no hope of getting third place and wouldn't receive the prize money, was stunned when he heard the news.

I... I've already gotten third place?

Two million Berries in hand?

He was somewhat dazed by this windfall.

"Ah-Xing!! Ah-Xing!! Ah-Xing!!"

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

The audience was initially shocked when they learned that Xia Shan had withdrawn and the bronze medal match was over.

But soon, their faces lit up with joy, and they shouted out the names of the two finalists.

The bronze medal match is over, but the final is what they really want to see.

Without the bronze medal match, they can immediately see the final, which is great news for them, as they have been eagerly waiting for it.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Wukong and Xing stepped onto the arena one after the other.

After an hour and a half of eating and resting, Wukong had already recovered to his peak condition and waved to everyone with great energy.

Ah Xing, still wearing a white long robe, smiled and greeted the audience as always.

"Both of you, how do you feel about making it to the finals?"

The host stood between the two and asked with a smile.

"Ah Xing, you go first."

Ah Xing smiled slightly and said, "Thoughts? I don't really have any special thoughts. If I had to say, I would say I'm grateful for this arena, which allows me to compete and exchange skills with experts from all walks of life."

"Ah Xing's answer is quite simple. Now, Sun Wukong, what are your thoughts?" The host turned his attention to Wukong.

"Me neither, sir. Could you please start the match right away? I can't wait!"

Wukong clenched his fists, took small, impatient steps in place, and stared intently at the host.

The host was somewhat taken aback, but quickly recovered: "It seems our Sun Wukong contestant is really looking forward to this match! Then let's not waste any more time, please, both contestants, show us your skills and present us with a spectacular match!"

As they were speaking, the host quickly stepped off the stage.

"I hereby declare! The finals of the 32nd Charia Kingdom First Martial Arts Tournament have now officially begun!!!"

Boom! ! !

A strongman rang the bronze bell, and the sound resounded throughout the entire venue, carrying for miles.

On the arena, Wukong looked at Xing with excitement.

"I had a feeling we would have a match, and now we've finally met."

Ah Xing raised an eyebrow: "Are you trying to defeat me for your partner?"

He was referring to Sanji, whom he defeated in the knockout stage.

"No, I just think you're really amazing and I want to have a good match with you." Wukong looked at him intently.

Ah Xing was taken aback by this answer, paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "So that's the reason. To be honest, I think you're very capable too, but—"

He paused here, a sharp glint flashing in his gentle eyes, his tone filled with absolute confidence.

"But I'm determined to win the championship this year."

"Hey, Sanji, you've fought this guy before. How long do you think he can last against Goku?"

Upstairs, Nami asked casually, speaking with an air of absolute certainty that Goku was the champion.

From beginning to end, she firmly believed that Wukong would be the champion, which stemmed from her absolute confidence in him.

Sanji stood by the window, puffing out smoke, his gaze deep as he said, "This guy is no ordinary person. I have a feeling that if Goku isn't careful, he might be defeated by him."

"What?! Goku was defeated?!"

Nami looked over in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me, Sanji? You mean this guy is stronger than Natsuyama?"

"No." Sanji slowly shook his head.

"In my opinion, this guy shouldn't be any more powerful than that old man, but he gives me the feeling that he's more dangerous than that old man."

On the arena, Goku assumed a starting stance, eager to begin his attack, saying, "Then I'll start my attack now."

"Please." Ah Xing smiled slightly and stood still.

The next second, whoosh!!

Wukong shot towards Ah Xing like an arrow released from a bow, and delivered a flying elbow strike straight at Ah Xing's face.

But at that moment, Ah Xing seemed to have anticipated it, and just happened to shift to the left by one body length, perfectly avoiding Wukong's attack.

Not only that, he also raised his right arm and chopped it hard to the side!

Bang! !

The next instant, Wukong, who had lost his target and was about to pass by the place where Ah Xing had been standing due to inertia, was hit hard and slammed to the ground in a dog-face-first manner!

After the dust settled, Wukong stood up, dusted himself off as if nothing had happened, and muttered, "How did I manage to dodge it?"

He turned his gaze back to Ah Xing, who had retreated a few meters, and his eyes sharpened.

"Okay, let's try again!"

Wukong, like a cheetah leaping out, attacked Ah Xing again, raising his fist to strike.

But this time, before his fist could land on his opponent, he suddenly tapped his toes and disappeared from his opponent's sight.

The next second, he appeared behind Ah Xing and slammed his fist down on Ah Xing!

Bang! !

With a muffled thud, a figure was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

Upon closer inspection, the audience realized that the person who was sent flying was not Ah Xing, but Wu Kong!

>