Chapter 42 Tricks, All Tricks!

Satan City.

Cafés, restaurants, large shopping malls, even parks, and children’s playgrounds showed up on this day, a group of people, old and young, with the old man in a Chinese tunic suit that had been washed white, and the young man with sunglasses covering his face.

For the rest of the day, Sun Wusheng never asked Sun Wuben to talk about business.

Instead, he took Sun Wuben to play in Satan City as a landlord. He didn't even go back to the dojo at night, but booked a room in a five-star hotel.

For Sun Wuben, practice is very urgent, but compared to family affection, especially thinking of playing with grandpa rarely, naturally he can't disappoint.

Early the next morning.

Fighting technique No. 18.

"Hey!"

"ha!"

A dozen teenagers, as well as Mark, were practicing practice sweating profusely. An old man and a young man walked in side by side outside the door.

"It's Sun Wuben!"

"Sun Wuben is back!"

When the apprentices and Mark saw the boy, their eyes lit up, but when they saw the old man with the flat head next to the boy, their faces were a bit bitter, and they didn't dare to be lazy in their cultivation movements.

"Okay, everyone stop!"

"Yes, Master!" All the apprentices were overjoyed and stopped their practice.

"Master, good morning, by the way, Mr. Sun Wuben, I heard that you are the god of song? A famous singer in the northern capital?" "Sun Wuben, according to Mark, you may be the song god of the northern capital, Sun Wuben, right?" ?” Some apprentices couldn’t wait to ask.

Mark jumped in front of Sun Wu himself: "Hahaha, I forgot for a while yesterday, you are the god of song, haha, I really like listening to your songs, but the record was taken away by Master. By the way, Sun Wuben, Don't say that you are not that song god, I think you look very similar to him."

"snort!"

Sun Wusheng snorted coldly, and the buzzing suddenly fell silent.

"Mark, you fought against Wuben." Sun Wusheng said lightly.

"ah?"

Mark was taken aback, looked at Sun Wuben, then at Sun Wusheng, and pointed at Sun Wuben: "Master, you mean I will fight with him?"

"That's right, I told you a long time ago that Wuben's understanding of practice can beat you by a hundred blocks. You go and fight him. As long as you can survive ten moves in Wuben's hands, your practice will be better in the future." I don't care if you want to listen to songs or sing." Sun Wusheng said lightly.

Mark blinked, and then he realized that it seemed that Master was not joking.

"Master, you want Brother Mark and Mr. Sun Wuben? I heard that Mr. Sun Wuben is the capital of the north..." yesterday's Piwa boy asked in a low voice.

Sun Wusheng sneered, and glanced lightly at the disciple with the highest potential besides Mark: "Could it be that you still want to compare knowledge with him?"

"Where, I'm just curious. Mr. Sun Wuben is studying at school, so he should be very busy and doesn't have time to practice." Piwa boy said with a smile.

"That's true. Wuben really doesn't have much time to practice, but he doesn't practice like you. He's a fool." Sun Wusheng said indifferently, and glanced at Mark, "Mark, what are you still doing?"

"Master!" Mark came to his senses at this moment.

"The disciple is very happy, but the disciple's fist is strong, and he can't practice well, and a scholar like Mr. Sun Wuben looks thin and weak at first glance. The disciple is afraid of a miss. If he uses too much force, it is not good to hurt him. It is," Mark said.

Sun Wusheng lowered his eyelids.

"If you can injure me, then you will be a teacher. As a teacher, you can also let you be the owner of this dojo. Go, stop talking nonsense, um, Wuben, you also stand in the middle."

"Okay, Grandpa." Sun Wuben walked to the center of the hall, and stood there loosely covered in flaws.

Mark smiled when he saw it, and all the apprentices around him also smiled.

"Master, look at his whole body, there are not one hundred, but ninety flaws, I think it's better not to be busy with the competition, let's do a test first." Mark laughed.

"test?"

Sun Wusheng raised his eyelids: "Forget it, how do you want to test?"

"I want to test how much Mr. Sun Wuben's skill is." Mark laughed loudly, pointing to the pile of tiles piled up in the corner outside the hall, "Mr. Sun Wuben, I can split ten stacked tiles with one blow, you Don’t be surprised, there are not many people in this world who can do this step, and now the test I want to do is to split tiles, to see how many pieces you can split, and I hope it will not be less than six pieces.”

Splitting tiles again? Sun Wuben blinked his eyelids, feeling that the veins in the corners of his eyes were twitching badly.

"Grandpa, do you all use tile splitting for testing here?" Sun Wuben asked.

Sun Wusheng smiled wryly: "You think it's easy for everyone to get money like you. I can't afford a boxer here. I don't have a boxer as a tool for calculating force, so I have to get some broken tiles to make up the number. Anyway, this thing is easy to get, so don't worry about it." I underestimated these tiles, although they look thin, they are very hard and much harder to split than wooden boards of the same thickness."

"I still know the hardness of the tile." Sun Wuben said with a smile. The tiles used by everyone for testing were glazed tiles of high thickness, and not just anyone could split a piece.

"Mr. Sun Wuben, I'm going to move the tiles, how about taking ten yuan first?" An apprentice shouted.

"Ska, you don't need to move. I'll go outside and do it myself. Also, you guys should come out too. I'll hack outside to save trouble." Sun Wuben smiled at Ska and walked out of the hall, followed by everyone. come out.

There is a pile of tiles piled up in the corner under the eaves outside the hall, which is a full meter high and nearly two meters long.

"Mr. Sun Wuben, do you want me to help you build the tiles?"

"No, you all stand a little farther away." Sun Wuben walked to the pile of tiles, raised his hand, "Keep your eyes bright, I'm about to split."

"What?"

Everyone was shocked, and even Sun Wusheng was stunned. The pile of tiles was close to 200 yuan. There were six stacks, and each stack had more than 30 yuan. Could it be that Sun Wuben just split the tiles with more than 30 yuan? Down?

"Wu Ben, are you just doing this?"

"Isn't that okay?"

"It's fine if you can do it." Sun Wusheng frowned slightly. It's not impossible to chop down a hundred or so tiles like this, but because the tiles are stacked against the wall, there is no room for the chopping action, so it is not easy to use force.

"It's just that you are like this, I'm afraid you can't even use 80% of your strength." Sun Wusheng said.

"That's enough, it's probably enough." Sun Wuben said, his hand slammed down.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and Sun Wuben's palm was like a sharp steel knife, and it went straight down, opening the entire pile of tiles from top to bottom.

"Crash!!"

The pile of tiles was turned sideways, and each tile that was split could be seen to have a clean fracture.

"Split?"

"All... all split?"

"At least from the top, the whole thing was split open, no... not a single piece was left?" The eyes of all around were wide open, including Mark, and even Sun Wusheng.

"There are nearly thirty pieces of tiles, and they are still placed against the wall. The arm that splits the tiles cannot be stretched, and the force used is even less, but they are all split from top to bottom, and there is no one. It’s so easy to miss it, if there are two yuan under this dozen, can you split it at once?”

Although Martial Daoists often talk about the limit of the human body's physical strength, and that one can have power beyond the limit of the human body by breaking through the gate, but that is still the power of human beings, but what Sun Wuben showed at this moment is no longer the power that humans can possess.

"Haven't I woke up from the dream I had yesterday?" Sun Wusheng lowered his eyelids and put his hands behind his back, seemingly calm, but the hand in the sleeve was trembling slightly.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Suddenly there was a loud laugh, and I saw Mark grinning his big mouth like a hippopotamus and laughing loudly.

"Brother Mark, this... this Mr. Sun Wuben... so... so amazing!" the boy who split the tile next to him stammered.

"Brother Mark, you...what are you laughing at?" Naska murmured.

"Tricks!" Mark laughed loudly, "It's all tricks, it's tricks! Do you understand tricks!"

The apprentices were dumbfounded, a trick? Is it really a trick? The pile of tiles was really cut open. A few apprentices walked up to them in a daze, holding the broken tiles to look at it. It was obviously not a trick of the eye, these tiles were really broken.

Sun Wuben was also dumbfounded, and then his face became weird. In the world of Dragon Ball, facing Z fighters with superhuman strength, Mr. Satan always said it was a trick, and the entire earth world, except for a few, also recognized that those were tricks .

Once, twice, three times, four times, almost every time.

It seems absurd, but it is not absurd when you think about it carefully. After all, that kind of ability violates the laws of science and mainstream values, and there are only a few people with that kind of ability on the entire earth, plus the human beings on the earth. They were killed again and again, and the Z fighters gathered the seven dragon balls again and again, summoned the dragon to make a wish, and brought them back to life.

These inexplicable things have also made the entire human beings on the earth a little numb.

Moreover, the potential of the earth's main body martial arts master, compared with Z fighters, is as different as a mouse and an elephant. I feel jealous in my heart, even if I know in my heart that it can't be a trick. After all, if a trick is so powerful, it should be a magic trick And magic, also called tricks.

"In a blink of an eye, I also have such treatment."

Sun Wuben thought it was funny when he watched Dragon Ball, how could those people be so stupid, but this time he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he didn't expect that he also had the ability that was considered a trick.

"Whether it's a trick or not, Wuben has already demonstrated his strength." Sun Wusheng said in a deep voice at this moment, "Mark, it's your turn to fight Wuben, or the previous sentence, if you can be in his hands After ten moves, the master will not care about you, if you can win, this dojo will be yours."

"Hahahaha!" Mark grinned and let out a big laugh that could shake the roof tiles, turned around, and strode towards the hall, "Come on, let's all go into the room, students, all of you should put some bright spots in your hands and watch carefully. See how Mark breaks his tricks, hahahahaha! Tricks, all tricks! Hahaha..."

In the room, everyone stood up, and each of them looked at the two standing in the middle of the hall with their eyes wide open and holding their breath.

"The tricks are all fake, Brother Mark will definitely win!"

"A trick, it's just a trick, it's nothing more than a trick to bluff people, but it's really a fight, hmph!"

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