A Wish, and the Acquisition of Martial Arts Knowledge

Li Xing stomped the ground, tearing through the air; after all, this was Sun Wukong.

Who was Sun Wukong?

When it came to fighting, he was more than eager.

He spoke up immediately, full of excitement.

"Are we fighting? I'm not afraid of you."

Li Xing felt the same; the two shared a tacit understanding and began to trade blows.

Li Xing reined in his power, exchanging moves with Sun Wukong.

Bang.

Both of them retreated simultaneously, leaving a crater with every step.

"You're pretty strong."

Sun Wukong shook his numb hands, his young face filled with excitement and thrill.

Beneath the Black Armor, Li Xing's face also wore a faint smile.

Sun Wukong's combat power had increased significantly.

According to the detection device built into the Black Armor formed by the Nano Heavy Armor, Sun Wukong's current combat power had reached an unprecedented 180.

One had to realize that the first World Martial Arts Tournament had only just ended, and there were still over two years—perhaps even three—until the next one.

Sun Wukong's combat power had already reached the level required for the next tournament.

If this guy kept working this hard...

Would his combat power reach 220 by the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament?

If he pushed him this hard, would it reach 260?

If that were the case, how would King Piccolo even fight Sun Wukong? Wouldn't he just be done for?

Li Xing stared at the flushed Sun Wukong and charged forward once more.

Light condensed in his hand, carrying peerless momentum as he rushed toward Sun Wukong.

He wasn't worried about Sun Wukong's improvement at all.

As long as he could keep fighting against opponents of similar strength, nothing would be a problem.

With his constitution increasing by multiples, it wasn't impossible for him to catch up to the exponential growth of a Saiyan.

Boom!

"You're so strong."

Hearing Sun Wukong exclaim this again, Li Xing shifted his form, closing in on Sun Wukong and striking ruthlessly.

He kicked directly toward Sun Wukong's face.

"Can I train with you?"

Li Xing didn't speak.

As if.

Sun Wukong was his training subject, not his training partner.

He only needed to fight Sun Wukong.

Seeing that the fight wasn't going smoothly, Li Xing grew a bit annoyed.

Being held back and unable to unleash his full strength left him feeling very displeased.

Ability Riot.

"Wisdom, activate Gravity Field."

"Acknowledged, Engineer."

As Wisdom's voice faded, Li Xing felt his entire body sink, as if he were wearing a thousand-pound suit of armor.

It was heavy, making it difficult to breathe.

One-fold gravity.

At this moment, bearing this pressure had a significant impact on Li Xing's strength.

Fortunately, his control was excellent, and with the assistance of the Black Armor, he didn't have much trouble despite his strength being suppressed.

He could still hold his own against Sun Wukong.

"Hey, why did your strength suddenly drop so much?"

Sun Wukong, who had been on the defensive, sensed that the force behind Li Xing's strikes had suddenly weakened.

He shouted his question aloud.

Li Xing didn't feel agitated; he was gradually adapting.

If it were anyone other than Sun Wukong, Li Xing would never have acted this way.

"Sun Wukong, spar with me."

"Hey, you actually know who I am? How could you possibly know me?"

"Why wouldn't I know you? Shouldn't you be the one telling me that?"

Li Xing did not answer.

He gradually began to increase his strength.

His combat power could increase rapidly after boosting his physical attributes.

For instance, right now, with an energy level of only around 160, every 0.1 increase in physique boosted his strength by about 16.

In a few years, once his energy reached over ten thousand, every time he used his Devouring Power, he would be able to increase his combat power by over a thousand.

Li Xing would never be short on combat power.

This kind of weighted training was highly effective for him.

"Hey, big guy in the Black Armor, you're so strong, why do you do bad things?"

Li Xing threw a punch.

Half an hour later, Li Xing and Sun Wukong sat slumped on the grass, panting heavily.

Ha, ha, ha.

"That felt great."

Hidden within his Black Armor, Li Xing had long since activated the suit's internal circulation system. Although he wasn't drenched in sweat like Sun Wukong, his face was still flushed.

"You really are a monster."

Ha+3.

"You have the nerve to call me that? You're the real monster; you haven't even used your full strength yet."

Li Xing smiled.

"You noticed?"

"Of course. From the moment your power output weakened, I felt it, and I was clear about it."

A satisfied smile spread across Li Xing's face.

He didn't say anything more.

"Then you're quite clever."

"Hehe, everyone says I'm stupid."

Li Xing didn't answer that question.

"Sun Wukong, lend me the Dragon Ball, how about it?"

Sun Wukong tilted his head.

"What for?"

Li Xing looked up at the starry sky.

"Sun Wukong, your strength is great, but it's still lacking quite a bit. I am in need of an opponent."

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up.

"Is that so? Then let's train together."

Li Xing shook his head, rejecting the idea outright.

"Your path does not lie with me."

Li Xing refused directly, then spoke slowly.

"Sun Wukong, I need to acquire the martial arts knowledge of Earth, then train myself to reach above."

Li Xing pointed upward.

"Above?"

Sun Wukong stared in confusion at the cloudless sky.

"What does that mean? I don't get it."

Li Xing didn't explain; he stood up and brushed off his backside.

"Regardless, are you willing to help? If you are, then lend it to me. If you aren't, then I'll just have to take it by force."

Sun Wukong did not deny it, smiling as he fished the Dragon Ball out of the small pouch at his side.

"Here, I'll lend it to you, but you have to give it back when you're done. This is my grandpa, after all."

Li Xing felt a strange sensation in his heart, but he did not refuse.

He reached out and took it.

He activated his Black Armor, revealing a small storage space within.

This was an expansion space inherent to the Black Armor; its functionality was far superior to a Hoi-Poi Capsule, though the cost and difficulty of creating it were also exponentially higher.

He gathered all seven Dragon Balls.

"Wow, how can you store them like that? Even Bulma's Hoi-Poi Capsules can't store the Dragon Balls."

Li Xing ignored Sun Wukong's utter astonishment.

He looked at the Dragon Balls.

"Come forth, Shenron."

ROAR!

The seven Dragon Balls erupted with light, converging to shoot a massive beam into the sky.

The sky turned pitch black in an instant, so dark one could not see their own hand.

Sun Wukong stared at the colossal Shenron with a look of shock.

"Wow, so big! Standing underneath it, it really is huge."

Sun Wukong waved his arms, shouting excitedly at Shenron.

Shenron looked down with his glowing red eyes.

"State your wish. Whatever it may be, I can grant it."

Li Xing clearly heard the sound of Sun Wukong swallowing his saliva.

Knowing the boy was a glutton, he didn't dare let him speak.

"Shenron, I wish to master all the martial arts knowledge on Earth."

Li Xing hurriedly voiced his wish.

Damn!

If Sun Wukong had asked for something delicious, he would have been furious.

It was only natural to take the lead.

Sun Wukong pouted.

"Li Xing, why didn't you ask for something tasty?"

Li Xing's face darkened.

As he had expected.

"Wait for Shenron to fulfill my wish, and as compensation, I'll treat you to something delicious."

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up, and he began to drool.

"Re-really?"

Li Xing was speechless.

As the chairman of Laser Group, would he really be worried about the cost of what you eat?