Chapter 36 Cheng Long’s Moves

The 21st World No. 1 Martial Arts Conference, finals.

Cheng Long's attack was not only fast and powerful, but also powerful and heavy. He kicked little Wukong out of the air with one kick.

Little Wukong was caught off guard and fell outside the ring.

The situation is not good now, because Little Wukong was banned from using somersault cloud before, so now there seems to be no way out.

Could it be that in this final, little Wukong was defeated so easily?

Just when most people thought so, Lei Yin, Bulma and others laughed.

When he saw the next scene, Cheng Long's eyes were as big as those of an ox.

This time, little Wukong naturally did not dare to use the Somersault Cloud. His tail was spinning like a propeller, and he was floating in the air and flying towards the ring.

He was like a small helicopter. Under everyone's stunned eyes, he landed steadily on the ring.

"Hahaha, I'm back again!" Little Wukong looked very happy to be back in the arena.

But Cheng Long was a little unwilling and said: "You actually saved your life by relying on your tail. You are so lucky."

Little Wukong gestured with his hands like petals, and then said: "Grandpa, I originally wanted to learn how to use Turtle Style Qigong like you, but after thinking about it, I decided to keep this move."

Cheng Long said in disbelief: "Boy, stop talking nonsense, you can't use such powerful Turtle Style Qigong at all!"

Little Wukong said seriously: "I can do it!"

"You boy, you are small, but your tone is not small. If you say so, then I will show you the true power of Turtle Style Qigong!" Cheng Long said this, folding his hands into petals and folding them behind him.

However, Little Wukong also assumed the exact same pose and confronted him.

The two of them read out the four words aloud, one word at a time.

Turtle style Qigong!

Lei Yin, who was watching the battle in the audience at this time, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Powerful energy erupted from the palms of both sides, surging towards their opponents.

Neither side had the slightest intention of escaping. The two strong energies suddenly collided together, and a deafening sound suddenly resounded throughout the battle circle.

Part of the solid arena floor was also shattered, and the audience was shocked. The two of them were knocked to the ground by the strong impact.

After falling to the ground, he stood up with some difficulty. Cheng Long's face was very surprised: "How is this possible?"

After receiving such an impact, Little Wukong's condition was naturally no better than his opponent. He stood up with his hands on the ground and said: "Look, I said I can do it, do you believe it now?"

The look of shock on Cheng Long's face has not dissipated, and he thought to himself: It's unbelievable that he used the same move to block my attack. I didn't expect this kid to grow to such an extent.

At this time, the host explained impassionedly: "This, this is really amazing! It is said that only Master Wutian can use the Turtle Style Qigong. Unexpectedly, there will be more than Master Cheng Long in this competition. The youngest Wukong player in this competition is really amazing! The intensity of the finals is really suffocating. The two sides are almost evenly matched. No, no, it should be said that the younger Wukong player is more relaxed. Some, so how should player Cheng Long respond next?”

"Boy, don't be too proud. What do you think of this move?"

"Um?"

Cheng Long said this and gave a light drink. His whole figure quickly disappeared and turned into a bunch of afterimages. Little Wukong punched at him without thinking.

As you can imagine, the result was that Little Wukong hit a ball of air.

At this time, Cheng Long appeared behind him like a ghost and kicked him hard.

Little Wukong was caught off guard and flew out, falling onto the wall at the edge of the ring, smashing the wall into pieces.

This is one of Kame Sennin's moves, the double afterimage fist!

The host started counting the seconds, and when he counted to two, Little Wukong pushed aside the rubble and stood up.

Apart from being a little dirty, he was almost unscathed.

"Grandpa, it's my turn next, right?"

After Little Wukong said this, he imitated Cheng Long and turned into an afterimage.

"You brat, you want to imitate my moves and defeat me? Are you looking down on others too much?"

As Cheng Long said this, Little Wukong's figure appeared behind him, and he punched behind him decisively.

But the next second, he was stunned.

Because his punch also hit the air.

Is this also an afterimage?

While he was stunned, a heavy punch hit his head, knocking him to the ground.

Little Wukong actually learned Cheng Long's moves at a glance, and it was an advanced version, the triple afterimage fist!

Cheng Long felt a burst of pain, covered his head and stood up, and couldn't help but said: "It hurts so much. You brat, how dare you hit your master on the head?"

When he said this, Little Wukong was very puzzled and said: "Huh? Grandpa, what are you talking about? My master is not you, but Grandpa Turtle Immortal!"

At this time, Cheng Long realized that he had made a mistake and said quickly: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake, hahaha!" He covered up his embarrassment with a smile, but thought in his heart: It's really dangerous, I almost let it slip. Now is not the time to be playful and smiley, this brat really has his wits about him! In that case...

Cheng Long thought this in his mind, and suddenly started shaking like he was drunk.

Seeing this scene, the host was also puzzled: "Huh? There seems to be something wrong with player Cheng Long."

Seeing him like this, Little Wukong did not attack rashly. He was full of doubts and asked innocently: "Huh? Grandpa, are you okay?"

While he was shaking, Cheng Long suddenly punched him on the head.

"It hurts so much. What are you doing?" Little Wukong was unprepared and thought his opponent was making a sneak attack, so he complained loudly.

However, Cheng Long had no intention of stopping. He laughed strangely and kicked Little Wukong on the chin.

"Wukong, be careful! This is a drunken fist! A move that imitates a drunken attack!" Lei Yin, who saw the clues outside the field, reminded loudly.

"Drunken Master?" Little Wukong asked speciously, touching his painful chin.

"Damn it!" Little Wukong cursed again, then flew up and kicked him up.

Although Cheng Long looked drunk, he was very agile. He turned sideways to avoid Little Wukong's kick, and then punched him in the back of the head with his backhand.

Not only that, Cheng Long swayed and launched a series of attacks on his opponent. Sometimes he punched Little Wukong in the chest, and sometimes he hit his abdomen with his knee. Little Wukong was in pain, but he didn't seem to have the slightest ability to fight back. ——