Buttocks Plain, the terrain is open and covered with rocks, like a desolate battlefield.
The scorching sun is high, the sun is scorching the earth, and there is a dry smell in the air, as if you can feel the friction of sand grains even when you breathe.
In this silent wasteland, a sixteen-year-old boy was silently pumping his fists. Sweat slid down his face, dripping on the dry ground, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
This is the grown-up Xiao Jie. More than a year ago, Bulma and the others used Dragon Ball to make a wish to resurrect the people who died in the King Piccolo incident, and Xiao Jie was reborn as a result.
Since then, he has been looking for ways to become stronger.
"Hey ha! Hey ha!" Xiao Jie shouted loudly while pumping his fist, as if using his voice to encourage himself.
Every punch carried the sound of wind, and every foot left deep footprints. His movements were swift and powerful, as if they were going to shatter the air.
Xiao Jie stopped punching, looked into the distance, and frowned. He knew that he was not strong enough and could not compete with the monster three years ago.
Although he knew the existence of masters like Master Roshi, Son Goku, Tien Shinhan, and Wumu, he could not find them.
"It's not enough! I'm still no better than that monster three years ago." Xiao Jie gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his knuckles turned white.
His heart was filled with unwillingness and anger, and that sense of helplessness still frightened him to this day.
He recalled that tragic battle, where he looked so powerless in front of King Piccolo's men, and that feeling of helplessness still made him frightened to this day.
Every time he recalled that scene, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, making it difficult to breathe.
Xiao Jie continued to punch, sweat soaked his clothes, but he had no intention of stopping.
Every punch of his was full of power, and every kick of his was filled with firm conviction.
Xiao Jie moved faster and faster, as if he wanted to vent all the unwillingness and anger in his heart.
"I must become stronger!" Xiao Jie swore secretly, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
Time passed little by little, and the sun gradually set in the west, giving Sky Manipulation a golden glow.
Xiao Jie's movements still haven't stopped. He only has one belief in his heart, which is to become stronger and stronger.
"It's not enough! I want to be stronger!" Xiao Jie shouted loudly, as if he wanted to release all the unwillingness in his heart. His eyes were full of perseverance and determination, like an unyielding beast.
At this moment, a strong wind suddenly struck, as if it was going to sweep the entire grassland into Sky Manipulation.
The grass on the grassland bent down, as if bowing its head in salute to the strong wind. The stones in the stone forest were not to be outdone, and rolled up, making a dull crashing sound.
Xiao Jie shielded his eyes with his arms, trying hard to resist the wind. Through the gap between his arms, he saw two flying silhouettes of Sky Manipulation in the distance.
His eyes were as wide as copper bells, his mouth was slightly open, and he murmured in shock, "What kind of power is this!?"
He knew that there were people in this world who could fly, and there were also people who could use Qi Wave Kung Fu. Although he couldn't do it himself, he never thought that the air pressure generated by someone flying in the air could be transmitted to the ground.
It was Wumu and Ganazi that were flying in the air. The two sped up and streaked across the sky like two meteors.
Although they could use Instant Transmission, Wumu had no sense of urgency and chose to experience the thrill of flying.
The scenery on the ground passed quickly under their feet, and soon Wumu and Ganazi arrived in the sky above Kesru Royal Palace.
They slowly landed in front of the palace gate. Upon seeing this, the six guards in front of the gate immediately raised their guns and pointed them at them.
After the Great Demon King incident, the number of guards increased and their vigilance increased.
Although the guards knew that these firearms would not have much effect on superhumans, they still adhered to their posts dutifully.
One of the guards shouted nervously, "Who is this! No one can get close to this place!"
Ganazi glanced at Wumu, and Wumu looked at Ganazi strangely.
Then, he smiled and said to the guard, "We are the martial arts masters of the earth. We come here to discuss with the king about protecting the earth."
After hearing this, the guard used the intercom on his chest to call, "Call the inner court guards. Two martial arts masters came in front of the palace and said they wanted to meet the king to discuss guarding the earth."
A voice came from the intercom, "You continue to guard the door, I will report back to the king."
The guard at the door said to Wumu and Ganazi, "Wait here and don't act rashly."
Wumu nodded, then glanced at Ganazi and said strangely, "Ganazi, what's your look?"
"Ahem! Ganazi coughed, and then stared at Wumu with a resentful look, "Sir Wumu, sometimes I wonder if you are too easy to talk to. When I first met you, you didn't feel so kind to me."
"Am I not nice?" Ebony frowned and stared at Ganaz, who was trembling with fear.
Then Wumu clasped his hands behind his back and said calmly, "You don't understand, I just don't talk nonsense to my enemies."
Ganazi looked at Wumu longingly, and asked softly with anticipation in his eyes, "Then what... Mr. Wumu, can you be a little kinder to me in the future?"
Wumu couldn't help but shudder after hearing this, and waved his hand, "Get out of here!"
The two were having a fight in front of the palace, and the atmosphere instantly became more relaxed.
"Oh~"
At this time, the guard's walkie-talkie rang. He picked up the walkie-talkie and a voice came from inside, "Let them go! The king has given permission for them to come in."
After hearing the instructions, all the guards immediately put away their weapons, quickly stood on both sides of the gate, lined up neatly, and then opened the gate.
A guard said respectfully to Wumu and Ganazi, "You two, you can go in."
Wumu and Ganazi walked into the palace and had a panoramic view of the scenery along the way. The palace was resplendent with carved beams and painted pillars, and every part showed the magnificence of Kingdom of Castle.
They walked along the long corridor, their footsteps echoing in the empty palace. Finally, they came to a spacious hall.
In the center of the hall, King Castle is sitting on the throne, with several ministers standing beside him.
Wumu took a step forward and said, "Your Majesty the King, I am Wumu, and this is Ganazi."
Castle King smiled slightly, nodded and motioned for them to sit down, "Please sit down, you two."
His eyes stayed on Wumu for a moment, as if he was recalling something, "Wumu? Champion of the 21st World Martial Arts Tournament?"
Wumu nodded and replied affirmatively, "It's me, His Majesty the King."
King Castle frowned slightly, with a trace of doubt in his tone, "Why did you disappear suddenly? World Martial Arts Tournament did not attend the 22nd session, and the Big Devil incident did not appear. What do you want to discuss when you come here this time?"
Then Wumu told about his adventure in the universe five years ago, showing off his strength.
Wumu said firmly, "Your Majesty the King, King Piccolo is just a small player. In the universe, there are many evil cosmic bandits who specialize in robbing and selling good planets. They are so powerful that they can easily destroy a planet."
Ganazi looked at Wumu helplessly.
The king was a little surprised, and then asked in horror, "Then how do you plan to protect the earth?"
"I plan to build a martial arts gym after this session of World Martial Arts Tournament, and then invite powerful martial arts masters like Son Goku to join. At that time, His Majesty the King will need to help with publicity and provide some financial subsidies. These martial arts masters Son Goku can only practice but cannot make money, and their lives cannot be maintained." Wumu said.
Castle King's eyes flashed with memories. He remembered the boy who defeated the big devil three years ago, and a smile appeared on his face, "Son Goku! I remember him."
He nodded, with a hint of relief in his tone, "These are nothing. Can building a martial arts gym protect the earth?"
Wumu looked firmly and explained, "Protecting the earth may not be completely possible, but it can greatly enhance the earth's martial arts strength. Son Goku has great potential, and we can improve each other's strength. The main thing is that they protect the earth, but ordinary people will also have an extra layer of protection."
King Castle didn't pay too much attention to the words "It's mainly them who protect the earth." He nodded, "Then after World Martial Arts Tournament is over, I will hold a speech conference. At that time, I will announce this matter."
After that, Wumu discussed various details with the king in detail. The king was also full of interest in martial arts affairs and kept asking questions. Wumu patiently answered them one by one.
When everything was discussed, Wumu and Ganazi stood up to say goodbye.
Castle King smiled and nodded, watching them leave.