The golden dragon opened its eyes. Its eyes were not dragon's eyes, but the eyes of someone inside - that kind of look Wumu had seen in Old Kai's eyes, and seen in Whis's eyes. It was the look of something that has lived for hundreds of thousands of years.
"Wumu." Jin Long spoke, his voice was not loud, but the whole earth was shaking, "You Wild God."
Wumu stood there, not putting on any airs, just standing there. "Zalama."
Jin Long smiled, and the smile looked strange coming from the dragon's face, "You know me."
"I read Chronicle of the Gods." Wumu said.
"The old man's book?" Jin Long shook his head, "What he wrote was what he remembered. There are many things he doesn't remember." He lowered his head and looked at Wumu, "War of the Gods I didn't lose, it was me who gave in to Kenbisu."
Wumu didn't speak, but listened.
"Shenron Clan has been in charge of the universe for many years, but Angel Clan has squeezed us out within a few years." Jin Long's voice changed. "It's not that I can't afford to lose. I think this universe doesn't need two gods. I'll take a step back and let Kenbisu take that position."
"Then why did you come out?" Wumu asked.
"Because I saw you." Jin Long said, "You are a Wild God. You have no divine status or genealogy. You are the one who trained yourself. The last existence like this was Super Saiyan God, and the last one did not. You have the smell of me back then, and I want to see how far you can go."
Wumu I understand. These seven Shadow Dragons things along the way are all to force him out.
"So you want to fight me?" Wumu asked.
"It's not a fight, it's a test." Jin Long said.
"What to try?"
"Try your way." Jin Long said, "What you have cultivated is National Martial Arts. What is the end of National Martial Arts? It is killing, it is skill, it is strength. I want to see, you have come this far, do you know what you have cultivated?"
Wumu didn't answer. He has been practicing for so many years. He has beaten Frieza, Cell, and Baby. His punches are getting faster and faster, and his power is getting more and more powerful, but he has never thought about what he is practicing. What. His master never taught him this - his master only taught him how to punch, how to get lucky, and how to penetrate the opponent's bones with strength. He didn't think about it himself, he just practiced, day by day, until he reached Peak Inner Gang, and reached a trillion combat power. But he didn't know where he was going.
(What his master taught him was a killing fist. He came to this world at first to survive. Later he survived, got an apprentice, and got Heart Island. Why did he practice boxing?) He didn't know.
Zalama looked at him. "If you don't answer, it means you don't know." It opened its mouth, and a golden light hit Wumu.
Wumu didn't hide. He took the blow forcefully and took three steps back. The ground cracked under his feet and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. (This is the level of Grand Minister. It is much higher than me.)
Zalama didn't give him a chance to breathe, and the second golden light came again. Wumu moved, turned sideways to let go of the first wave, and raised his hand Cloud Hands to remove the second wave. He went to the side. His punch was not about strength, but his strength was through. He punched Zalama into the golden light. The force penetrated in. Zalama's golden light shook for a moment, just for a moment.
But Zalama smiled, "It's interesting." It clicked again, ten times heavier than before.
Wumu was knocked away and hit the mountain, which collapsed. He crawled out from the rubble, his gi was torn and his hands were shaking. (Not enough. My strength was still Inner Gang, and Inner Gang couldn't beat Grand Minister's energy.)
He stood in the gravel and closed his eyes. Zalama didn't give him a breath, and the third golden light came again. Wumu didn't force it this time, he moved - Ultra Instinct, the body was faster than the brain, in the golden light He was wearing it, his feet were on the ground, and his robe was fluttering in the wind. But the golden light of Zalama was not chasing him, it was overwhelming. He could avoid one but not the second. His shoulder was rubbed, and blood seeped out. He retreated into the air, panting.
"You can't avoid it." Zalama said, "What you practice is boxing. Boxing has an end, but my energy has no end."
Wumu didn't answer, he was thinking. He remembered the first punch his master taught him - the strength is not in the fist, but in the waist. The waist is the root. If you don't move the punch at all, you can't get out. He remembered Transformation Force that year, the master said that Transformation Force is not strong. To make Qi bigger, you have to make your strength alive. Only when you are alive can it be penetrated. He recalled the year Outer Gang, when the twelve main meridians were opened, and for the first time he felt that the energy could come out of the skin. He recalled the year Inner Gang, when the eight strange tendons were opened, and the energy could lock people in and fix them.
But what about Breaking the Void? What is Breaking the Void? Old Kai said that Breaking the Void opened three hundred and sixty-five acupuncture points, and he has now opened three hundred and sixty-four. One is missing. Where is that one? He counted and counted, twelve regular meridians, eight strange tendons, twelve skin parts, and twelve different meridians, all have been opened. That one is not in the body.
Wumu opened his eyes. He understood. That acupuncture point was not on his body, but between him and Zalama - in the "between" that he had never really seen clearly after so many years of cultivation, so many fights, and so many years of standing on this grass.
Zalama's fourth golden light came. Wumu didn't hide, he took a step forward towards the golden light and concentrated all his energy on that point. The acupuncture point in his body that was almost blocked was cleared with a "click" at this moment.
Three hundred and sixty-five acupuncture points, all cleared. Breaking the Void.
Wumu's anger changed. It didn't get bigger, it became "transparent". His whole body was like a piece of cleaned jade, with light coming out from inside. He lowered his head and looked at his hands - they hadn't changed, they were still the same hands, but he could feel them The energy is different. In the past, his energy was held back. He had to think, get lucky, and take the energy out of his waist, out of his shoulders, and through his fists. Now he doesn't need it anymore. The energy is there. He doesn't have to think about it.
He remembered what his master said, "After you practice, you don't have to think about it, it will come out by itself." This is what his master said back then.
He punched out. This punch made no sound. But Zalama's golden light was shattered - it was not scattered, but "pierced". Wumu's punch passed through the middle of the golden light, and the golden light separated from both sides like water.
Zalama was stunned. It looked at Wumu, and for the first time something else appeared in its eyes - not surprise, but relief.
"As expected..." Zalama said, "It's the same as Whis said."
Wumu looked up. In the sky, a blue-skinned man was slowly floating down, holding a drink in his hand. Whis.