Dragon Ball Saint Fighting Soul

“Brother Wow, it’s only been two years since you became so powerful, I can’t beat you soon.”

“But why did you hit me on the head? Grandpa said, I fell on the head when I was a child to be so stupid, Brother Chen, you still hit your head…” In front of a hut on Bun Mountain, 12-year-old Wukong was covering his little head and rubbing it up and down, his small mouth deflated and full of grievances.

It turned out that just ten seconds ago, Wang Chen, who was fighting with Little Wukong, missed a punch and hit his forehead, causing the smooth little brain door to swell out a big bag.

So what Wang Chen didn’t expect was that this old brother who would burst out desperately in the future without saying a word was now so childish, he was lying on the ground and not ready to get up.

“Haha, Goku, you guy, you want to fight with powerful people, and you are not ready to be beaten, where in the world is there such a good thing?”

Perhaps because of his own big brother, the young Goku inevitably lacks some of the strength and resilience of living alone in the original work.

However, Wang Chen did not feel the slightest pity for this.

The little Wukong in the original book lost his father and mother since childhood, and finally had a grandfather who loved him, but he was accidentally trampled to death by his ape-like self, resulting in having to live alone in this silent and uninhabited deep mountain and old forest.

If Boomer hadn’t taken him out of Bun Mountain, perhaps Goku would really have been a mountain wild man without a wife and no children all his life, and was finally killed like garbage by his original eldest brother Raditz.

Since he has been reborn as Wukong’s “real big brother”, Wang Chen certainly can’t watch his own brother alone.

“Okay, look at your aggrieved look and say that you are a Saiyan, today’s training will end here.” Smiled and touched Wukong’s still somewhat red and swollen crab head, and the small universe belonging to Wang Chen silently infiltrated into Little Wukong’s forehead, dissolving the bruise for him.

With the inheritance of the entire Saint Seiya world, if it is the application of a single wheel to the small universe, I am afraid that even Athena and Zeus do not have his high potential.

Even if he was limited by the strength of the small universe and could not learn the inheritance of these gods for the time being, he had learned ten to ten by using the basic means of healing injuries in the small universe.

“Go wash your face, clean up and prepare for dinner.” Perhaps seeing that Wukong was indeed a little too tired, Wang Chen did not force the other party to continue cultivating.

However, Wang Chen, who unknowingly turned into a “pet brother mad demon”, suddenly felt that he seemed to have comprehended the feelings of the Weasel God.

Being a father and a mother pulls his brother up, and this sense of satisfaction and achievement is incomprehensible to ordinary people.

It’s just that compared to Wukong, who was elated when he heard about eating, and already seemed a little impatient at the dinner table, at this moment, Wang Chen came to the backyard with some bitterness and began to process the mountain-like wild ingredients.

Fortunately, in the past ten years, although the physical defects made his strength almost not grow.

But as the brother of the king of big stomachs, Wang Chen, who is also a foodie, has made rapid progress in his cooking skills in the past ten years.

Because the buns are rich in wild life, but they are far from the city, all the things in this area that fly in the sky, swim in the sea, drill in the soil, and there is almost nothing he can’t eat.

And as a martial artist, stir-frying four or five cauldrons at the same time was just a breeze for Wang Chen, not to mention that there was a small universe as a deputy.

Therefore, even if there are two big stomach kings in the family, Wang Chen, who has all the means, does not have to worry.

Soon, plates of dishes made of various beast meats were served to the table by his small universe that transformed into an invisible hand.

Wang Chen, who remembers that “life is also practice”, uses his small universe almost all the time.

Soon, when the lunch of the two big stomach kings was all served to the table by a pair of invisible hands, Wang Chen, who had been busy, could finally rest.

However, compared to the hungry Wukong, who ignored the affairs outside the window and focused on eating happily, Wang Chen at this moment unconsciously began to wander the world.

“Unexpectedly, before I knew it, it had been two years.”

Perhaps the passage of time is really like a grain of sand in your hand, you can’t catch it, you can’t stop.

At this time, two full years had passed since Wang Chen comprehended the small universe.

In the past two years, relying on the power of small universe decay into magic, Wang Chen has grown from a waste with less than three points of combat effectiveness to a “strong man” who can smash tons of boulders with one punch.

This was like a dreamy change, and even made Wang Chen feel a little unreal.

Originally, in the first year, even if he comprehended the power of the small universe, Wang Chen, who was not proficient, was still pressed and beaten by the little Wukong.

Because he lacked control over the small universe, he didn’t dare to attack his own brother with the small universe that destroyed everything.

But two years have passed, with the mixing of small universes and qi, Wang Chen is now like Zhang Xiaofan, who has cultivated the Great Fanban Ruo and the Taiji Xuanqing Dao at the same time, and his strength is getting stronger day by day.

Up to now, Wang Chen can even easily suppress Little Wukong by relying on his physique and qi alone, and his strength has not made much progress.

At the same time, under his drive, Goku at this time is almost several times stronger than his own who just appeared in the original work.

I really don’t know how those villains who are right with Goku will react when they see these two brothers in the future.

ps: Dear, a shake of your little hand is a flower ticket. Your 0.1 seconds is the source of the authors’ writing.