It was almost no different from the scene yesterday morning. The old man was far away from the others, slowly closing his eyes and punching.

But this time when Wang Chao walked over, the old man had already closed his fists.

The old man opened his eyes and let out a breath. Wang Chao looked at the woods next to him suspiciously, thinking that this old man could not squirt the forest and sway the forest, right? The current Dragon Ball version should not exist like this suddenness... But as long as he turned his eyes back and forth, the old man turned around and left, and he didn't look at him more.

Wang Chao hurriedly wanted to follow.

The old man was walking very fast, and he seemed to be walking, but his speed was bizarre. Wang Chao ran from fast to trotting, following the old man's back around the park, and he could not get close to the old man. He took a step and ran wildly, chasing him hard, but the old man's back became farther and farther away, and he turned around at the end of his sight and could no longer find him.

"Hu...hu..." Wang Chao sat on the bench and gasped.

He, a long-distance running expert who travels back and forth twice a day, was so tired after running a few laps with an old man. He felt ashamed and exciting when he thought about it. The old man was really not an ordinary person.

"So fast, so cool old man..."

Wang Chao's aura gradually calmed down. He pinched out the two coins and kept flipping and jumping between his fingers.

"Does the masters ignore people like this? Or... I'm disliked..." He murmured to himself, but his heart thumped up, a faint golden color appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly without him even noticed it, "He must not be a Saiyan, but he seems to be quite strong..."

"Next time, I must catch up with that old man!"

"Yeah, continue tomorrow."

Wang Chao felt the motivation of life inexplicably, held two coins tightly, then put them in his pocket, exercised in the park for a while, and went to work in the logistics company.

"Which game is watching again?"

Wang Chao changed into his work clothes, moved a little package, and found that the small TV in the booth of the Pug colleague on duty came from the small TV.

"Hehe..." Pug colleague stared at the TV intently.

Wang Chao glanced at the TV screen and found that two fighters who were not wearing protective gear on the ring were practicing wildly, and the black explosive head with a bruised nose and a swollen face looked familiar no matter how you look at it...

It’s still a daily delivery, most of the packages are delivered to several streets in the animal and human area just like yesterday.

Wang Chao is not tall, but he is strong and has enough physical strength. For others, this job can be very tired when loading, unloading and moving goods, and he also risk being beaten in an animal and human area. However, Wang Chao just thought it was just for exercise. The Turtle Fairy also took Xiao Wukong and Xiaolin to dig the floor with bare hands, and it was easy to deliver the goods by himself.

As for being beaten? Although Wang Chao has always despised himself, he has not met an earthling who can force him to use all his strength so far...

After all, when Xiao Wukong went out to collect Dragon Balls with Bulma, his combat power was probably not much different from Wang Chao now, but the two of them were wandering around the world and they didn't even meet a single person who could beat Xiao Wukong... The only desert robber Yamucha who could pass two moves was embarrassed after Xiao Wukong had his stomach full.

It can be seen that although there are many masters on the earth, they are still vast and sparsely populated. The chances of meeting them are actually not high. The god of martial arts like Turtle Fairy is hiding on an isolated island overseas. Ordinary people will never find them if they want to find them for their entire lives... The man and wolf who participated in the martial arts meeting in the original work seemed to be hiding in the wilderness and practicing boxing against big trees... There are also Tianjin Fried, Yamu Cha, Kobayashi and others. When Xiao Wukong ran to brush advanced copies alone, he also liked to go to the poor and bad places to hone himself...

It can be seen that experts are accustomed to practicing and practicing martial arts. They don’t have much time to show off and slap you in the face...

In the past five months since Wang Chao came to the Dragon Ball World, he has been wandering around Nandu, so it is even more impossible to have conflicts with any master.

Perhaps there are many experts among the contestants in that professional fighting league...

Wang Chao stopped the small truck and looked at a huge poster on a wall. The promotional poster of the professional fighting league was full of posters. The poster of the world's No. 1 Martial Arts Association was not only small, but also very dysfunctional. Just like those martial artists who are considered to be cultures in small circles, they like to play their own, and they don't care about promotion and promotion...

Wang Chao said to himself: "If you meet that explosive head again next time, you may be able to compete with him and try my current weight."

Today I didn’t meet the pig head that was inexplicably enthusiastic about asking for a photo yesterday... Wang Chao didn’t care either. He went back to the company for lunch and clocked in to get off work.

I walked towards the suburbs while digesting food. After a while, I started running again.

Wang Chao thought that he might meet that strange old man tomorrow morning, and he must run faster.

With a real goal in front of him, Wang Chao threw all the battles of the Dragon Ball World in the future, and let's talk about the worries of the gods fighting in the future. Now he was holding a rush in his heart and didn't want the weird old man to look down on him. This feeling was very similar to when he was in school. After being scolded by the math teacher, he was so angry that he wanted to get back the place in the next exam...

"Ahhhh!"

Wang Chao ran wildly, trying to raise his arms horizontally like Xiao Wukong, but found that it was useless for speeding up. Instead, he felt extremely awkward because he was not used to this running posture and could only give up...

He ran back to the small dilapidated house in the suburbs at a faster speed. Wang Chao lay on the ground in the yard and panted, laughed for a while, beating his sore hands and feet, waist and back, and then went to the nearest river to fetch water. After taking a cool shower, he changed into a clean vest and shorts.

"If Sun Wukong was not a Saiyan, would he give up practicing martial arts if he knew what kind of enemies would the future earth face?"

Wang Chao sat at the desk and muttered to himself. He looked at the crooked Super Saiyan Sun Wukong who was drawn by himself on the back of the old poster, looking at the childhood idol in the painting.

Putting down the poster, Wang Chao waved his fist in the air, closed his eyes and thought: "I don't know what it feels like to fly in the sky with the technique of dancing in the sky?"

He opened his eyes and looked down at the message on the newer poster of the 18th World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association, and said intimately: "The competition on Papaya Island will start on May 7... It seems that it is already No. 4 today..."

After taking a nap on a daily basis, Wang Chao woke up and cleaned up before running to Nandu.

Sometimes he admires his long-distance running endurance twice a day... Be good, if he returns to Earth in his previous life, winning the marathon gold medal is still like playing? I am afraid that after returning to Earth in his previous life, his physical fitness will be knocked back to its original form... A messy thoughts in his mind, Wang Chao continues his life today.

In the evening, after finishing part-time jobs, he walked home all the time. However, Wang Chao treated every trip carefully and tried to figure out more physically-saving ways to run, so as to make the speed faster.

He even began to adjust the angle of the foot's foot each time he landed, as well as the skills of exerting force between the front and back feet, how to maximize the physical strength to speed...

This kind of self-study without anyone urged, Wang Chao walked with wind when he was a part-time waiter in the hotel tonight...

When he got home, Wang Chao took a hurry to take a shower, and fell asleep with a hint of fatigue and a hint of inexplicable satisfaction.

Early the next morning, Wang Chao opened his eyes, jumped out of the bed, and glanced at his watch, yes, 4:43, one minute earlier than usual, worthy of praise.
Chapter completed!