Three years later!
The 11th World Martial Arts Tournament!
Muyang’s eyes were shining. This was the first time he had figured out the year of the Dragon Ball World he was in.
Previously, due to the current Earth’s undeveloped technology, the information was blocked. There wasn’t any accurate reference point. So, for quite some time, Muyang hadn’t been able to figure out exactly how many years were left before the original story began.
Now the information Isaac brought about the World Martial Arts Tournament had allowed him to find a reference point.
At the beginning of the original story, Son Goku participated in the 21st World Martial Arts Tournament, so he was ten years earlier than Son Goku. According to the triennial calculation, that would be thirty years! No, it was not right, Muyang shook his head, the interval of time before the 21st World Martial Arts Tournament was five years, not three.
So the tenth would be fifty years, and with the next three years, it would mean that there were at least 53 years left before the original story began.
According to this calculation, the time he “crossed over” to the Dragon Ball World was 54 years before the beginning of the original story.
Muyang was speechless; it was really long, 54 years. By the time the original story began, he was already a rotten 60 or 70 years old man!
Upon learning the news of the World Martial Arts Tournament from his teacher, Isaac. Muyang left and returned to his cabin, pondering about World Martial Arts Tournament in his heart.
After identifying the time period he was in, Muyang’s heart was somewhat calmed down.
With his eyes scanning the scouter placed in the metal box, the corner of Muyang’s mouth curled up slightly. “Let’s not think about what’s going to happen in fifty years or so, and focus on martial arts training first so that the next World Martial Arts Tournament will be my first step to make my presence known in this world.”
In the original story, Master Roshi, who had lived for more than 300 years, was still alive and well until the beginning of the story. He was known as the “God of Martial Arts” throughout history.
This showed that when the power was strong enough to reach a certain level, it was possible to extend life using certain techniques.
Legend has it that the reason Master Roshi could live for so long was that he had taken the Elixir of Immortality. In contrast, another legend said that it was because he had eaten Paradise Herb from the Forest of Terror. Which one of the claims was actually reliable, Muyang couldn’t figure out the details. But like Master Roshi, Master Shen, Tao Pai Pai, and Fortuneteller Baba, who lived for hundreds of years. It would be considered a miracle if it was only one or two. However, four of them appeared all at once, there must be a reason for that.
As long as this “cause” was on Earth, then with his knowledge of the Dragon Ball World, Muyang believed that he also had a chance to obtain it.
When you think about it, the little goal of “living until the story original begins” didn’t seem so hard to achieve.
Of course, Muyang’s goal could never be the same as the Master Roshi or Master Shen, who were already old and senile by the time the story began. So, not only did he have to stay alive, he had to stay in good shape as well!
………
The scenery was peaceful in the early morning.
The sound of the wind rustled the leaves rang in the ears, the frogs croaking on the ridges, the distant grass covered with dew, and the sounds of insects and birds chirping were heard from time to time in the quiet Great Forest.
On the hill, a young man was gathering the ki in his body.
Suddenly, the young man’s body tensed up as if he was facing a great enemy, and the hot ki gathered at his fingertips, creating azure points of light.
With a dignified shot, the arm straightened abruptly, and a surge of ki burst out from between the fingers.
“Heavenly Sky Beam!!!”
Just like a laser swept quickly, the slender beam accompanied by the crisp surrounding whirlwind swished and hit a 70 pounds of stone in the distance. All that could be heard was a loud rumbling sound as the stone exploded, and shattering into tiny particles that splattered, while a thick layer of dust rose in place and blocking the view.
When the smoke dissipated, Muyang gasped slightly, and there was a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
His ki waves had finally reached the level of his teacher, Isaac.
Three years had passed since Muyang obtained the scouter.
One day after another, for three whole years, Muyang was seventeen years old, and the boy grew into a handsome young man.
In the past three years, Muyang’s strength had been increasing. After such a long period of training, Muyang’s body had been strengthened a lot. The physique of earthlings wasn’t comparable to Saiyans. That was why he couldn’t compete in all kinds of extreme tests without fear like Son Goku. Still, thanks to the effect of the Acceleration Space, Muyang’s power level had now reached 85!
This value wasn’t high enough to be compared to Son Goku and others in the same period, but it could be considered a master for the current earthlings.
In recent years, Muyang didn’t deliberately try to improve his power level; instead, he spent more time in the Acceleration Space on the comprehension of basic martial arts. He was striving to evolve each move into an infinite variety before integrating and optimizing it. Because Muyang knew that the Earth was only a low-level planet, which means the “ceiling” was very low.
The low-level means that by the time he reached the top in the future, no one would guide him. Everything depends on his own exploration, so for future development, Muyang, in the early “limited growth zone,” consciously honed his own understanding.
In fact, even Muyang’s teacher, Isaac, didn’t know that his disciple already had the ability to fight him secretly.
So far, every time he punches, Muyang could feel his strength increasing.
……….
One day after three years, there was still a month to go before the World Martial Arts Tournament began.
Due to backward transportation, the journey from the Great Azure Mountains in the Northern Hemisphere to Maple Island in the Southern Region required a great deal of time along the way.
Today, Muyang packed his bags and, accompanied by Uncle Sith, began his journey to Maple Island.
“Muyang, do your best. It’s surely great if you can get good results, but even if you don’t, this still a great opportunity for you to practice.” Upon his departure, Isaac’s rough palm pressed on Muyang’s shoulder to encourage him.
“Please don’t worry, teacher.” Muyang’s gaze was divine, and his tone was confident.
“It’s good to have that state of mind.” Isaac smiled at the sight and nodded gently.
Muyang had a faint smile on his face and a source of confidence in his martial arts skill. The surrounding junior disciples were probing their necks one by one and looked at Muyang with great envy.
“As expected of a senior brother, he got a chance to participate in the World Martial Arts Tournament.
“I wish I was that powerful so that I could see the World Martial Arts Tournament with my own eyes!”
“Of course, we’ll definitely be able to attend the next one!”
So, under the gaze of the elders and fellow disciples, Muyang raised his hand in a dashing wave, carried his bag, and headed down the mountain with Sith.
To go to Maple Island, they’d need to go on the steam train, and the nearest train station was nearly 100 kilometers from the Great Azure Mountains.