In a ruins thousands of miles away from Dapra, Ayaba's body suddenly appeared there.
Ayaba panted and leaned against the rock wall, took out a fairy bean and ate it. After her body recovered a certain amount of strength, she thought in horror: "Fortunately, the Ice King's Divine Sword appeared in time, otherwise there would have been big trouble. Dapra is indeed a The King of the Demon Realm, who even disdains Kaiou and God, is indeed frightening in his strength!"
"The difference in strength is so great that even the unseen eye cannot detect it. If you want to defeat Dapura, you need to reach at least the second level of Super Saiyan!"
Ayaba understands that her own strength is much stronger than when the original Sun Wukong returned to Earth from the planet Adrat, but even so, the gap with Dapura is still so big that even the unseen eye cannot detect it. The span from the early stage of the first stage of Super Saiyan to perfection is incredibly long, but to defeat Dapura requires at least the strength of the second level. One can imagine how powerful Dapura is.
After taking a short rest, Ayaba was soon on the road again. This time she did not enter the core territory again, but wandered around the inner perimeter.
A few more months passed, and the deadline for the agreement with Lan Qi and the others was getting closer and closer. Ayaba stopped practicing and prepared to leave the demon world. Unknowingly, it had been two years since she came to the demon world.
Ayaba teleported back to King Shura's territory on the outskirts of the demon world. After waiting for a few days, Sister Lanqi also came over. After two years of separation, Ayaba still misses them. Seeing the two sisters, whose appearance and clothing were almost identical, Ayaba smiled brightly and greeted them happily. She found that the two sisters had made rapid progress in two years, and had basically reached 10 million combat power.
The three of them happily chatted about their experiences and knowledge during this period, and then activated teleportation to leave the demon world. After they left, the scouts sent by King Shura passed the news back to King Shura, making the big bosses who stayed in King Shura's mansion heave a sigh of relief.
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On the southeastern island, it rains continuously.
The 23rd World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament will be held after three years. The southeastern island is located in the subtropics and has a more pleasant climate than Papaya Island, where the previous conference was held. Moreover, there are a large number of residents living on the small southeastern island. Hotels and shopping malls are scattered all over the island. In addition, the conference is about to be held, and tourists from all over the world are gathering here, making the entire island bustling with people and excitement.
"Kelin and the others haven't come yet?" At the registration desk of the conference, Zi Cui held an umbrella and stared at the long queue. Kame Sennin looked at his watch. Time passed little by little, but none of his disciples had arrived yet. "These boys really have no sense of time at all. They are actually late for such an important meeting!"
"Creak!" There was a harsh sound of brakes, and several people jumped out of the taxi.
"Oolong, Poole!" Zi Cui waved her hands enthusiastically, calling for Oolong and the others to come over.
Bulma held up an umbrella and stepped out of the car, dressed in leather and with long flowing hair. Kamesenren's blood boiled with excitement when he saw it, and he touched it unconsciously with his palms. "Bang!" An arm was thrown out angrily and hit Turtle Immortal in the eye. Bulma blushed and said angrily: "Asshole, you bumped into me! I haven't seen you for so long and you still have the same lust!"
Turtle Immortal covered his eyes, smiled in embarrassment, and muttered in a low voice: "Bulma is the same, he is still so ferocious and has no sense of restraint."
"What!" Bulma glared angrily. Turtle Immortal wisely shut his mouth, stopped talking, and started chatting with Oolong and the others.
On the side of the road, a four or five-year-old girl ran over chasing the balloon. The balloon flew with the airflow and got caught on a bunch of tree branches. Bulma struggled to help the little girl remove the balloon due to her height. At this moment, a young man grabbed a balloon floating on a tree branch and picked up a little girl. He smiled and greeted Kamesanren and the others: "Ah! Grandpa Kamesanren and Bulma, it's been a long time!"
Kame Sennin wiped his eyes, looked at the young man holding the umbrella in confusion, swallowed his saliva, and asked with disbelief on his face: "Well, could it be that... you are Wukong?"
"It's me! Oh, I have a cloth wrapped around my head so you can't recognize it. Then I'll take off the cloth." Sun Wukong clearly took off the cloth wrapped around his head.
"It's really Wukong!" Everyone was shocked. The short kid had grown into a handsome boy.
"Wukong, you have grown a lot taller!" Bulma said in surprise.
Sun Wukong smiled and touched his head, "Haha, it's true, you have all become shorter. Hey, Bulma, your lips are so red. Are you sick?"
"That's lipstick, and we haven't gotten shorter, it's you who has grown taller." Bulma rolled his eyes and said helplessly. One thing about Sun Wukong has never changed, that is, he is ignorant of the world and is a little too naive.
"Aren't Klin, Tianjin Fan, and the others here yet?" Sun Wukong glanced around, but did not find Klin and the others. Turtle Immortal nodded, looking a little anxious: "The registration time is about to pass, but they haven't even seen anyone!"
The rain tapers off and the sun shines through the clouds. Sun Wukong was full of energy and chatted with Kame Sennin about his life in the temple. When he learned that Ayaba was the god of the earth, Kame Sennin was stunned with his mouth wide open. It took him a long time to react, and then he became emotional. "Awesome, no wonder the strength is so outstanding, he is a god!" Thinking of Ayaba's shocking strength, Kame Sennin couldn't help but nod.
"That guy Ayaba, is the god of the earth?" Bulma and Oolong didn't accept it as well as Kame Sennin. After receiving the confirmation, they shouted in shock.
"Wukong, after practicing in the heaven for three years, your strength should have improved a lot, right?" Turtle Immortal couldn't help but ask as he poked his arm. His tone was both gratifying and envious. After all, being able to practice in the heaven is the limit of all martial arts masters! Sun Wukong scratched his head and said in a serious tone: "Well, under the guidance of Mr. Bobo and the God of Heaven, I have learned a lot and my strength has also increased a lot."
Turtle Immortal nodded clearly, and then looked at his watch. There was not much time left before the registration deadline, but Cockerling and the others were not here yet.
"There are still five minutes left before the registration ends. If you haven't registered yet, hurry up and register!" the staff shouted repeatedly with a loudspeaker.
"Ah, why hasn't Leping come yet? The registration will be over soon!" The sunset gradually set, and Bulma looked anxious. When the deadline was less than five minutes away, Bulma said to Oolong: "If it's really too late, just leave it alone." You become Klin and the others and sign up!"
"No, I have to rest for a minute after every transformation. There's no time at all!" Oolong glared in displeasure.
"What should we do? Klin and the others are going to miss the conference."
Suddenly, Sun Wukong showed a smile on his face and whispered: "Don't bother so much, they are coming!" He felt four auras approaching.
"Are you here?" Wulong asked doubtfully. At this moment, four figures flashed past quickly, leaving only faint afterimages. Sun Wukong looked forward and saw four more figures at the martial arts competition registration desk. Klin, Leping, Tianjin Fan and Dumplings arrived at the last moment.
"Kelin, Tianjin Fan, you are here!" Turtle Immortal and Bulma gathered around him.
"Long time no see, everyone!" Klin took off his hat and greeted with a smile.
"Wukong, I won't lose to you this time!" Tianjin Fan said confidently, clenching his fists.
"In order to catch up with you, I haven't dared to sleep more at night for three years! My strength is no longer what it used to be." Leping has a scar on his face and his hair has grown a lot longer.
Sun Wukong said with a happy face: "Haha, don't be too happy too early. I have also been practicing hard during this period. Let's have a good fight at the martial arts meeting tomorrow!"
"certainly!!"
A few people chatted and laughed after signing up, and then arranged for a hotel to stay overnight. Since the deadline for registration was approaching night, the Martial Arts Trials will be held tomorrow morning.
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At night, Sun Wukong and others arranged the hotel and made final preparations in their respective rooms.
It rained heavily outside the window again. The violent storm was accompanied by lightning and thunder from time to time, and pedestrians were hurriedly walking on the street. With a bang, lightning struck the clock tower on the tall building. Stones and metal parts of the clock fell from high altitude, hitting pedestrians on the street.
"Bang!" The flying rocks fell and were destroyed by a beam of energy wave when they were about to hit the person. The person below was saved by a green weirdo wearing a white cloak.
"Boring!" The green-skinned weirdo snorted and turned away with an indifferent expression.
At a stall on the street corner, three girls clearly saw the scene just now.
"Ah ha, that Piccolo guy has changed after all!" Ayaba smiled and said to Lan Qi and the others. Originally, Lan Qi was going to leave the earth to inspect the Northern Galaxy, but Ayaba stayed and let them watch the Budokai. Moving on, there is a lot to see in this martial arts tournament.
"Judging from the aura, Piccolo doesn't look like a pure demon! With a little guidance, he might be able to change his ways."